Post by Itarepo The Wulf on Dec 8, 2009 22:47:06 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Raziel
Text: May you get to heaven a half hour before the devil knows your dead.
Quote: May you get to heaven a half hour before the devil knows your dead
Species: Equine
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Friesian/Pinto
Colour: Midnight Black (Almost a blue he is so black)
Physical Appearance:Has Electrical blue eyes from his small Pinto breeding. He also has a disfigurement on his right face till his shoulder and it crosses over his shoulders then traces along hos left shoulder and twines around his left leg to his hoof. The disfigurement looks to be like Celtic vines and in odd light it looks rather neat. Then on his left optic he has a scar that just crosses over it slightly from a fight with another stud.
Personality:He is a very horny guy. He gets in his mind that mares are just here to be bred and he could care less when it comes to the real test of fatherhood. He does not care for mares and only sees them all as whores that need to have a lesson or two in their lives. He can be kind and caring when he wants to be. For instance he would care for a younger colt or filly if he felt responsible for their lives or somehow felt like they could benefit from him. he dos have a weak spot some might say fro young males. He takes it upon himself to look after then and teach then the ways of life and what mares are good for in the end.
Images or References: Sorry. I have none.
Image Ideas: I want something that looks powerful and that really shows his eyes and his markings the most. Something really intimidating in the end really. But I do desperately want in the background possibly faded some angel wings on fire since he is the complete opposite of his angelic name.
Example post with requested character: As Raziel grabbed hold of the mares nape of her neck he bit down hard and deep. He was going to win and he knew it. She would be broken by the time he had finished her and things were really good for him now at this point. H was not that winded and he was just starting now to work up a small breath hitch. He was fit and that was perfect at this point. His ignorance was not too good as well at this point in time though. He had thought that the mare had finally given up but then she started to struggle a bit more and she then tried to strike him with her injured foreleg. All raziel did then was raise his massive dinner plate hoof and waited for it to connect with an evil smirk on his evil maw.
He saw that she was now waining and trying to fight some more but her strength was seeping out of her like her life's fluids. The pool of warm water was now died a richer pink as her cuts and gashes seeped the oozing red fluid freely. He gave a grin with his blood stained teeth and laughed darkly at her figure now. Before he attacked her she looked rather pretty and light coloured. She was now stained a rich pink from her ruby liquids. He was glad that she was starting to feel her strength leaving her for she was a stupid beast to have fought him in the first place.
Then as he was almost on top of her he felt her heave all her strength into one last move. Her hindquarters rose slightly as if she were going to buck but he knew that she did not have the strength to finished her kick without falling down. Then he noticed her front end rising a little too quickly and a little too high for his liking. His teeth were still buried in the nape of her neck just above her whithers and he clenched on tighter as he felt her continually rising up toward the heavens as if to rear and make him slide off of her.
Then he felt the weight of her shift now and she was leaning more into him now than ever and he then realized exactly what she was doing. Lucky for him though he had not yet unsheathed himself he would not be injured as badly as this stupid whore under, well now almost on top of him now would end up. He then allowed her form to fall back on him and all the while his teeth were attached too her nape. Then as he felt the waters hit his back and the weight of the mare on him he bit sharply and almost reflexively and then his blood stained teeth were free.
He stayed down for a second just to assess what the fuck just happened and then he arose by rolling over as the mare was now rolled to the side of him. He was now pissed more than ever and he arose angered and more sexually frustrated than before. He hollered at the wench now struggling to arise herself from the waters, " You fucking bitch. You think that was a smart move on your part. I will teach you a thing or two about doing a fucking move like that on me!"
He ran a few feet away and claimed some perfect thorns from a nearby thorn brush in his tough lips. He came at the mare now that was struggling to rise an lash out at him at the same time and he launched a vicious kick to her ribcage and he then spat furiously at her and tried to embed the thorns in her still opened wounds now scrubbed with sediment from the bottom of the watery battle ground. He then awaited for her to arise like that of a ugly bovine. He let a sadistic grin creep across his maw as his red tinged sight was still picking up her form now.
She was now standing and she looked totally defeated and exhausted. Standing there with one foreleg lame and blood dripping off of her form and having sand embedded into her wounds. He did not know if his teeth had removed a reasonable size of flesh from her neck but he did not care to look. He then launched himself at her form that was looking proud but beaten beyond recognition of beauty and then tore at her neck once more as he tried to find a purchase for his bloodied teeth as he reared up and crashed down harshly on top of the mare now.
He did not care that his weight could possibly be too much for her to hold but he did not care. He tore at her sides with his own hooves as he forced himself upon her an her weakened and bloodied state. He was now happy that she was getting just what she deserved. She was a whore and now this was what good whores did when it came to things like this. Raziel then spoke in a sickly sweet voice, " Now see luv tis not so bad if you were to have given up before like I asked at first. You could have been spared all this cruel treatment in the end and have kept your softer and cleaner looking pelt. Now look at you. You are a complete mess of blood, gore and sediment. What would your friend of a stud think about you now?" he let out a wicked laugh as he continued his harsh treatment of her and clawed at her sides and hips with his own hooves until he was finished with her properly.
Comments: Please have a whole bunch of fun with it. I would like to have this picture done sooner rather than later but I guess you can't rush an artist. ^_^
Signature?: O.O Yes please. I would like something like a click able that would fit in this sites box I guess since it is the same as on my other site that I am on..
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The Secret
Specific Artist?: Nope.But I would really like it done really well so whoever is good with odd markings and scar that would probably be the perfect person for tis picture creation.
Text: May you get to heaven a half hour before the devil knows your dead.
Quote: May you get to heaven a half hour before the devil knows your dead
Species: Equine
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Friesian/Pinto
Colour: Midnight Black (Almost a blue he is so black)
Physical Appearance:Has Electrical blue eyes from his small Pinto breeding. He also has a disfigurement on his right face till his shoulder and it crosses over his shoulders then traces along hos left shoulder and twines around his left leg to his hoof. The disfigurement looks to be like Celtic vines and in odd light it looks rather neat. Then on his left optic he has a scar that just crosses over it slightly from a fight with another stud.
Personality:He is a very horny guy. He gets in his mind that mares are just here to be bred and he could care less when it comes to the real test of fatherhood. He does not care for mares and only sees them all as whores that need to have a lesson or two in their lives. He can be kind and caring when he wants to be. For instance he would care for a younger colt or filly if he felt responsible for their lives or somehow felt like they could benefit from him. he dos have a weak spot some might say fro young males. He takes it upon himself to look after then and teach then the ways of life and what mares are good for in the end.
Images or References: Sorry. I have none.
Image Ideas: I want something that looks powerful and that really shows his eyes and his markings the most. Something really intimidating in the end really. But I do desperately want in the background possibly faded some angel wings on fire since he is the complete opposite of his angelic name.
Example post with requested character: As Raziel grabbed hold of the mares nape of her neck he bit down hard and deep. He was going to win and he knew it. She would be broken by the time he had finished her and things were really good for him now at this point. H was not that winded and he was just starting now to work up a small breath hitch. He was fit and that was perfect at this point. His ignorance was not too good as well at this point in time though. He had thought that the mare had finally given up but then she started to struggle a bit more and she then tried to strike him with her injured foreleg. All raziel did then was raise his massive dinner plate hoof and waited for it to connect with an evil smirk on his evil maw.
He saw that she was now waining and trying to fight some more but her strength was seeping out of her like her life's fluids. The pool of warm water was now died a richer pink as her cuts and gashes seeped the oozing red fluid freely. He gave a grin with his blood stained teeth and laughed darkly at her figure now. Before he attacked her she looked rather pretty and light coloured. She was now stained a rich pink from her ruby liquids. He was glad that she was starting to feel her strength leaving her for she was a stupid beast to have fought him in the first place.
Then as he was almost on top of her he felt her heave all her strength into one last move. Her hindquarters rose slightly as if she were going to buck but he knew that she did not have the strength to finished her kick without falling down. Then he noticed her front end rising a little too quickly and a little too high for his liking. His teeth were still buried in the nape of her neck just above her whithers and he clenched on tighter as he felt her continually rising up toward the heavens as if to rear and make him slide off of her.
Then he felt the weight of her shift now and she was leaning more into him now than ever and he then realized exactly what she was doing. Lucky for him though he had not yet unsheathed himself he would not be injured as badly as this stupid whore under, well now almost on top of him now would end up. He then allowed her form to fall back on him and all the while his teeth were attached too her nape. Then as he felt the waters hit his back and the weight of the mare on him he bit sharply and almost reflexively and then his blood stained teeth were free.
He stayed down for a second just to assess what the fuck just happened and then he arose by rolling over as the mare was now rolled to the side of him. He was now pissed more than ever and he arose angered and more sexually frustrated than before. He hollered at the wench now struggling to arise herself from the waters, " You fucking bitch. You think that was a smart move on your part. I will teach you a thing or two about doing a fucking move like that on me!"
He ran a few feet away and claimed some perfect thorns from a nearby thorn brush in his tough lips. He came at the mare now that was struggling to rise an lash out at him at the same time and he launched a vicious kick to her ribcage and he then spat furiously at her and tried to embed the thorns in her still opened wounds now scrubbed with sediment from the bottom of the watery battle ground. He then awaited for her to arise like that of a ugly bovine. He let a sadistic grin creep across his maw as his red tinged sight was still picking up her form now.
She was now standing and she looked totally defeated and exhausted. Standing there with one foreleg lame and blood dripping off of her form and having sand embedded into her wounds. He did not know if his teeth had removed a reasonable size of flesh from her neck but he did not care to look. He then launched himself at her form that was looking proud but beaten beyond recognition of beauty and then tore at her neck once more as he tried to find a purchase for his bloodied teeth as he reared up and crashed down harshly on top of the mare now.
He did not care that his weight could possibly be too much for her to hold but he did not care. He tore at her sides with his own hooves as he forced himself upon her an her weakened and bloodied state. He was now happy that she was getting just what she deserved. She was a whore and now this was what good whores did when it came to things like this. Raziel then spoke in a sickly sweet voice, " Now see luv tis not so bad if you were to have given up before like I asked at first. You could have been spared all this cruel treatment in the end and have kept your softer and cleaner looking pelt. Now look at you. You are a complete mess of blood, gore and sediment. What would your friend of a stud think about you now?" he let out a wicked laugh as he continued his harsh treatment of her and clawed at her sides and hips with his own hooves until he was finished with her properly.
Comments: Please have a whole bunch of fun with it. I would like to have this picture done sooner rather than later but I guess you can't rush an artist. ^_^
Signature?: O.O Yes please. I would like something like a click able that would fit in this sites box I guess since it is the same as on my other site that I am on..
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The Secret
Specific Artist?: Nope.But I would really like it done really well so whoever is good with odd markings and scar that would probably be the perfect person for tis picture creation.
