Post by fleabittengray on Oct 28, 2013 14:10:02 GMT -7
Name- Trinity (Allocen)
Breed- Appendix Quarter Horse
Age- 5
Gender- xx
Height- 15.2
Alliance- Light
Health- Chronophobia (fear of time) & depression
She was now happy. It was apparent in the way she held herself, body tense, lips set in a firm line as her eyes burned dangerously behind a ruffled black forelock. Stockinged pistons were moving continuously, carrying her fifteen-point-two frame in an anxious dance across the expanse of her territory. Her flanks were covered in sweat, her tail snapping against them every other step as she paced around and around in a circle, he head held high, neck tense and nares flaring. Her mane was wild and unkempt, a sign of her distress, but at least the physical signed of her assault were gone. She shuddered at the memory of it, her ivories grating together as an image of that monster flashed across her mind's eye. She could picture him so clearly - his chestnut overo figure overbearing her own, smaller buckskin one, his demonic red eyes boring deep into her own and for a moment... for a moment, it was as if she had no control over her own actions. A fog had come over her thoughts, clouding every decision she tried to make. It was been, well, terrifying, but she had fought against it as hard as her stocky body could fight - a battle that was both physical and mental. Lord knew she wasn't going to go down without a fight, especially when it came to what he had done to her, but in the end she had not fought hard enough. She could still feel his body on top of her own, could still feel herself being violated even as she screamed and tried to kick and free herself, but it was no use. Vyreth was stronger than her and he had easily overpowered her, much to her dismay and embarrassment. Trinity felt ashamed over what had happened. She was a Versai, for God's sake! She should be able to take care of herself! But instead she had gone and gotten herself raped.
After the act, the Versai mare had been in quite a daze. She hadn't moved from the spot where he left her. Dark brown eyes had been wide, staring at nothing, her jaw hanging agape. She hadn't been aware of it, but she had been shaking. Trembling. And... crying. It had been months since she had last cried, but as she stood there all alone, her body soiled and the signs of rape upon her skin, tears streamed down her face. At first, it had just been quiet crying, barely making a sound, but as time passed - an element that she feared - those cries had quickly become distorted sobs and those morphed into heart wrenching screams that made her throat raw. It was then, while she was screaming, that she began to run. She didn't know where she was running to, or maybe she was just running away from the memory of that bastard, but she ran until she thought her heart would burst. She must have looked like a madwoman, running and screaming like that with tears still trickling from the corners of her eyes. Toward the end of her running, she had become aware of the searing pain in her most personal areas and she could feel blood flowing down her legs... She had been a virgin, but not anymore. He had taken that from her without a care in the world. And she was determined to make him pay. That aggression was what fueled her actions now as she turned her eyes up to the sky. It was late afternoon, almost evening, and it was growing colder. She snorted, a plume of smoke forming in front of her muzzle, and abruptly stopped her pacing. It was time.
Rolling her shoulders, Trinity turned and picked up a light jog headed out of Lyracor and toward the Free Lands. Trinity was heading for the Battle Grounds, a place she had never visited before, to meet none other than Marlohe, a Helkaer; her mortal enemy, though she had only briefly met the mare - just long enough to set up a practice scuffle. There was no reason for the fight, other than releasing some of her pent up aggression and rage, and she knew she was going to need all the practice she could get if she were going to take down Vyreth and all those like him. Her lips pulled into a grim line, tiara tossing to send her messy tendrils dancing around her facade. She huffed out a breath, feeling the chilly air against her sweat dampened hide, and continued on until her hooves began to hit less grass and more hard, cracked earth. The air reeked of blood and death. It was not a scent she was fond of but she put it out of her mind as she chose the flattest section of earth she could find - not an easy feat when almost every inch of the terrain was cracked and covered in large rocks! I hope I don't break a damn leg, she pondered idely as she drew to a halt and looked around. It was becoming darker with every passing minute. The darkness would make this battle more challenging. Good. That's exactly what she needed. A challenge.
ooc: permission from indi to mention vyreth and the rape even though it hasn't officially happened yet
2 hits, 1 dodge
injuries: none
attacks: none
Marlohe
