Post by » CHARON ; on Apr 4, 2014 3:23:23 GMT
[/b] CharCharon
[*] Gender - Stallion
[*] Age - Six
[*] Member Group - CET'RYNS
[*] Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
[*] Breed - Percheron x Friesian x Warmblood
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Personality
History
RP Sample
YOU WOULDN'T KNOW LOVE IF IT CRUSHED YOUR FUCKING CHEST.[/font][/font][/div]
Boredom was not a new thing to the golden stallion, his foalhood filled with many days of being forced to remain still and silent, not allowed to move from whatever place Rhadamanthus may decided upon that day to test him. It provided him with the skill to combat such times, as it was now, by being able to remain still without losing his mind completely. Today, it was to avoid detection, his light body was encased in shadows, leaving his coat looking a mottled brown color, the perfect camouflage within the trees. He had wandered to this spot early last evening, slept briefly for an hour or two, before again awakening, believing that now was the time to hunt. His stomach growled low, a testament to his own internal feelings that wished to slip out through his lips. The passing thoughts of ripping into another's throat and letting the blood run through his light summer coat filled him with an excitement he had not felt in some time, not since... He closed his eyes slowly, willing the memory away before the icy blues reappeared, cold and hard once more. It was time to hunt, it was always the chase that brought forth the predator inside, and allowed him time away from the dreaded memories. He visibly relaxed, allowing his body to embrace the slight loosening of his taut muscles, preparing themselves to do some work. It was truly only within Charon's darkest, basest acts that he allowed himself this side, allowed himself to move freely as his own body desired. His auds faced forward, moving only slowly to avoid his body's detection, doing careful loops like a radar dish to capture any approaching sounds. Oculars appeared half-closed, allowing his stronger sense to do the work and find his next meal. A cracking twig to the right caused them to open, all traces of the persona inside gone. The Charon we knew had grown cold and distant, predatory, his nares flaring once to catch the soft scent of a child. A fae, around a year and a half, maybe two years, wandered through the woods absentmindedly. Her head was held high, the arrogance of a dark child, believed that she owned the pre-dawn darkness. But it was the beast who stalked, who watched and waited for this moment that owned the darkness. It clung to him like a friend, drifting and capturing his carcass within it's grasp, unwilling to let loose the claws it had digging within his soul.
The fae was dragging herself tantalizingly close, her scent young and fresh, with a hit of that arrogance that he loved to crush. She came within ten feet of him before his presence was even known to her, her eyes flashing wide with surprised fear as he lifted his chin at her and smirked, remaining silent. She was plain in the face, her attitude could not override her physical lack of attributes. A flat black, barely any gleam to her coat. Pity, if she had been a looker, he might have let her live. Instead he kept silent, a smirk plastered across his lips. She tried to grasp at the former confidence she had, looking for a hold somewhere and failing when his full height and body walked forth towards her, making loose lazy circles around her frame, oculars rapt upon her figure. She shrunk beneath the gaze, trying to be her bold facade but stuttering and ruining the moment. "W-what do you want? Get out of h-here!" His smirked slipped into a full grin, baring his pointed ivories, but remaining silent, preferring to let her do the talking until he felt the need. "My f-father is an important stallion here!" Her outraged cries took on a note of true fear as his circles drew closer around her, whipcord swishing out and touching her frame, making her body jump to the side. She now stood barely two feet from him at any point, his circles growing slower and slower, his head dipping to level with her back, hot breathes rolling onto her hide. She was trembling now, head jerking around sporadically in an attempt to follow his movements. "P-please." Her soft beg ripped right through him, sending the final waves of desire he needed. His circling stopped behind her, his frame to heavy for her slight one, ivories digging into the back of her neck and making her cry out in pain. His lips touched along her ear, soothing baritone lyrics drifting out for her to hear, "Oh, I love it when they scream." The fae started sobbing, body shaking beneath him until the ordeal was over. His landing thud was a trigger for the mare to fall down, hysterical, and her words intelligible. He smirked, standing over his conquest, looking down at her with a haughty air. He debated for a moment, looking down over her body as it rocked to and fro. "How old are you, child?" Her body froze, her eyes cast downwards as if too afraid to look at him. "T-t-t-three." Her intense stutter made it difficult to hear, but Charon understood. "Pity, the breeding age." He grinned widely at her, before his fangs sunk into the soft flesh beneath her skull. She let forth a scream, then a gurgle, then silence. It didn't take long before Charon was ripping into the tender flesh, the young mare fulfilling two needs that had been building inside him for a while. But they didn't douse the fire, as he had hoped, just made it burn brighter.
It was not a personality trait that Charon preferred to prey on younger mares, preferably ones below the age of three. It was for the fact that Charon had no children of his own, and had yet to find a mare he found worthy enough to carry his demon spawn. So many of the mares he had become intimate enough were either young, and left with the knowledge that he had unwillingly bestowed upon them, or dead. He benefited from the encounter either way, in a fuck, or a meal. He gorged himself as only he could, preferring to eat his fill and not worry about a meal for a day, rather than constantly hunt - it ruined the thrill of it all. He also rarely wasted a body once he killed it, always eating the most he could before leaving the rest for the scavengers. The beast was also a messy eater, his golden chest and neck already covered in drying crimson. He was about to go in to remove the heart from it's bony prison when another scent rose above the iron-based source. His nares flared, skull snapping upwards fast enough to give someone whiplash. Oh that smell, one he knew all too well, though this was sweeter than most. Someone had just reached of age, and was announcing her status to the entire area downwind. Charon forgot the body completely, leaving it to the maggots and coyotes, following the path of the wind upwards to the source. The very scent meant arousal to his body, Mother Nature being a haughty bitch knowing she could drag hundreds of males around with a simple change in hormones. But this, this was different. The very makeup of this smell, called him forward, wafting around him and filling his body with a need that made his pace quicken and blood boil. He would find the source, and keep it for his own. He was moving full speed now, crossing over borders of lands without caring about who resided within. He was a freight train, muscles dragging the heavy creature through the miles as quickly as they could tighten and release. It took only a few minutes at such a pace to reach a new land border, the stallion crossing over it, fearing no rebuff from those within. Half a mile into the land he found the source, a mare, obviously, but her heels flying and ivories snapping at another stallion that had come with the same thought in mind as Charon. The grey based mare was ripping into the poor bay stallion, sending him running in a flash of brown and black. Pussy, couldn't even stand up to a small femme. Charon gave his own chest a few absent licks, leaving the spotted blood plastered on him but putting his coat into order. His chin tucked to his chest, nape arched as he cut past the final trees into the clearing where the mare stood. Her scent was near unbearable here, her constant movement laying it thick in the air. It was only Charon's otherworldly self-control that kept him from running up on the mare while her head was turned in the retreater's direction, and the fact he still needed a few minutes to recharge. Oh well, he could have fun at least. "What number was that one?" Charon's baritone lyrics came dripping off his lips like syrup, pastel muscle running along the inside of his mouth in anticipation. He wandered closer, within touching distance of the mare, coming up quickly along her right side to touch his tongue lightly to the base of her ear before pulling away with a chuckle. Charon could be sweet, and as this was going to be the mare's first time, she may as well enjoy it.
'RAZERS, ROSES, AND A BLACK TOMORROW'
THEY NEVER SHOWED AFFECTION TO ANYTHING BUT YOUR EGO
THEY NEVER SHOWED AFFECTION TO ANYTHING BUT YOUR EGO
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Drezdan - none - EST
Anything else you want to say about yourself?
Be afraid, be very afraid.
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[/font][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Anything else you want to say about yourself?
Be afraid, be very afraid.
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