Post by Noi on Dec 24, 2006 19:07:17 GMT -5
The devil branded her Noi
His corpse maidens molded her into something ellegant and feminnine
She shed the blood of the unpure arabian
She was born five turns ago
Corpse maidens from hell stretched her to a fifteen point two hands height
The devil cloaked her in soot
Those rags are made of charcoal
And her whips are made of a dull ebon material
I abide by the rules of darkness
Noi is a truly unique female. With a keen eye and tricky personality, it is easy to become confused when having a conversation with her. She doesn't easily become sidetracked, and will often push at a subject. She is a very philosophical creature, and likes to look at the meaning of things and share those meanings with others that misunderstand them. Don't get me wrong though, those misunderstood things are often the thorns on the roses. She is a very cold being and even her eery presence can send chills up any equid's spine. She is often referred to as spooky and unworldy. She is very quiett and mysterious, but once you get on her bad side, she will seek revenge when it is most unexpected.
Her sire was a evil hessian, and he would often try to woo a strange wench he did not even know into his herd. He saw these wenches as simple vessels. Tools to satisfy his hunger for power and extend his bloodline so his the legend of his imfamy would never die..and it didn't. He carried on through the later years of his life planting his seed in mares, of numbers that are too high to count. By his death, he would have the largest mass of spawn the lands had ever seen. It was not long, though, before predators were in vast numbers as well and surrounded the mass quantity of meat. For months, it was a slaughter-fest. Everyone was gone in a matter of months. It was the biggest tragedy the herd had ever seen, and only a few were left to survive. Noi, however, was one of the lucky ones.
For days, the young minx wandered aimlessly, just trying to get away from the past and the vile aroma of blood that had soaked her pelt and still lingered in the wasping breeze after days of travelling away from the horrid scene. Though she travelled far, for years even, and now found a place to stay for the remainder of her coming years, she has forgotten little of those who died in the fangs of hungry predators, and even less of those horrid months that she had to stay in hiding and watch those loved ones take on the gluttony of feasting beasts.
Noi is not your average frou-frou arabian. She will often appear lifeless when laying down, and her weary presence can strike a strang fear in anyones eyes. She has dull and soul-less eyes that, strangely, never shine and never have a reflection of anything when you look in them. She has a black coat that never shines, even with the help of a liquid running over it. Her entire appearance is rugged and eery, lifeless if you will.
His corpse maidens molded her into something ellegant and feminnine
She shed the blood of the unpure arabian
She was born five turns ago
Corpse maidens from hell stretched her to a fifteen point two hands height
The devil cloaked her in soot
Those rags are made of charcoal
And her whips are made of a dull ebon material
I abide by the rules of darkness
Noi is a truly unique female. With a keen eye and tricky personality, it is easy to become confused when having a conversation with her. She doesn't easily become sidetracked, and will often push at a subject. She is a very philosophical creature, and likes to look at the meaning of things and share those meanings with others that misunderstand them. Don't get me wrong though, those misunderstood things are often the thorns on the roses. She is a very cold being and even her eery presence can send chills up any equid's spine. She is often referred to as spooky and unworldy. She is very quiett and mysterious, but once you get on her bad side, she will seek revenge when it is most unexpected.
Her sire was a evil hessian, and he would often try to woo a strange wench he did not even know into his herd. He saw these wenches as simple vessels. Tools to satisfy his hunger for power and extend his bloodline so his the legend of his imfamy would never die..and it didn't. He carried on through the later years of his life planting his seed in mares, of numbers that are too high to count. By his death, he would have the largest mass of spawn the lands had ever seen. It was not long, though, before predators were in vast numbers as well and surrounded the mass quantity of meat. For months, it was a slaughter-fest. Everyone was gone in a matter of months. It was the biggest tragedy the herd had ever seen, and only a few were left to survive. Noi, however, was one of the lucky ones.
For days, the young minx wandered aimlessly, just trying to get away from the past and the vile aroma of blood that had soaked her pelt and still lingered in the wasping breeze after days of travelling away from the horrid scene. Though she travelled far, for years even, and now found a place to stay for the remainder of her coming years, she has forgotten little of those who died in the fangs of hungry predators, and even less of those horrid months that she had to stay in hiding and watch those loved ones take on the gluttony of feasting beasts.
Noi is not your average frou-frou arabian. She will often appear lifeless when laying down, and her weary presence can strike a strang fear in anyones eyes. She has dull and soul-less eyes that, strangely, never shine and never have a reflection of anything when you look in them. She has a black coat that never shines, even with the help of a liquid running over it. Her entire appearance is rugged and eery, lifeless if you will.
