EB: Scars of the Wrathful

Magnum Seems to have earned herself some... rather unlady like scars on her face. The end results will be added to her ref sheet soon once I get my desk set up.

Story Time!

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Story

The mare hadn't been one to worship anything, but... given her nature when it was spoken of in whispers that there was a new 'lord' amongst those that are claimed as Gods and Deities to their species... a child that was spoken of that was between the mighty Aether and Ares... two radically different beings yet there was some connection that allowed for a foal to be born between the immortal horses. Hearing of the stories that some have spoken of... about their sons fall, about his betrayal to their kind it had perked the mares interest. She was cold and cruel by nature, aggressive to anyone who wasn't direct family...

Magnum dedicated her time, when she wasn't watching her foals, to learning more about this... 'son of the gods' or rather as many seemed to call him... the bringer of plagues and curses. Hannibal was his name... and he seemed like the type of 'Highlord' that she would Worship... cold, cruel, destructive... a true thing that she seemed to be. Her father was aggressive but... not nearly as much as this guy seemed to be. She soon learned of his plight, how he... lost his manes, his horns... that demonic inner glow he seemed to have. And just his... wicked and manipulative nature... yes she felt the need to follow this guy. He was just perfect for her.

However, when she spoke to her father... the Black Stallion refused to allow her such... cruel followings as to follow Hannibal himself. He'd have been fine with Ares or even Achlys... two powerful mares that were both equally aggressive and cunning like his daughter but her turning to such a dark lord had him concerned. When confronted, Magnum would retaliate with teeth and horns... and Tantibus was forced to fend off his daughter. They fought, for what seemed hours until Magnum was forced to back down... her face and throat scarred from her father's more... advanced fighting. Backing down the mare retreated to the stables... wounded not only physically but through her pride as well. She chose who she wanted to worship... not her father...

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Breed belongs to Fargonon
Magnum Reginae Irea belongs to Myself

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