Post by `NUCLEAR WINTER. on Dec 27, 2011 19:14:13 GMT -5
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[/color]NUCLEAR WINTER![/i][/color][/color][/font]I'll hunt you down and punish your life
I'll nail you to the beams of red
I'll watch you bleed and beg for mercy
I'll savor the moment when our eyes will meet
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i'm sending you away tonight, put you on a bird's strong wing
and i forget, how fragile are the very strong
Nuclear Winter. That's the name, and you'd do best to remember that name. Whenever you hear it, it may be best to avoid it. Curious to know why? Well, read on, oh curious one.
Nuclear Winter is a Unicorn. Her horn is black, despite her light coat color. The end is as sharp as a needle, being able to pierce through flesh just like she wants it to. She is built like a Swedish Warmblood with the color of a paint horse with her golden champagne pinto color. She has pure blue eyes that are almost eerily pale. Her mane and tail are a very pretty cream color. With her light hue, that scarlet fluid shows very easily on her. She does her best to keep her coat clean, apart from around her lips, hooves and ankles from stomping on her victims and wounding them and ripping flesh from bone. She has been tainting this earth with her existence for 4 years now, and doesn't plan on stopping any time soon. She finds herself becoming quite good at the element of fire, the two powers she likes to use being Breath of Fire and Fire Discs.
Upon meeting the dual-toned she-beast, you will come to realize that there are a few things that are not quite right about her. But she is a Sideth mare. Of course there's something "not quite right" about her. Her entire demeanor just seems a tad...wrong. As silly as this may sound, Winter reminds you of what Satan would be like. Her calm, sly and persuasive words are enough to sway the judgment of the most hard-headed kings. She tempts with material things whether its power or pleasures of the flesh. However, she never helps anyone unless its for her own personal gain. When she does tempt you with something, she's usually lying through her teeth. Making a deal with Winter is the equivalent of making a deal with the devil. If you deal with her, she owns you. You belong to her until the day you die and if you dare try to break your deal, you may just end up dead. That being said, Winter only kills if you break a deal with her. She does not kill at random. In fact, she can go several years without killing a single individual. However, the keyword here is killing. She may not kill but she does harm. Winter's motto is "dead men tell no tales". She may mutilate you, beat you within inches of your life or mentally torture you until you're scared into paranoid schizophrenia. By doing this, her victims all roam the world, basically with her mark on them.
Unlike most "vile, sadistic abominations", her mind is free of mental illnesses, leaving only her sadistic impulses that are not driven by a fragile and tattered mind. Winter's heart is made of stone and encased in ice. No matter what you've done for her or what you've been through, Winter does not care about you. You'd be a fool to tell yourself any differently. Even if you've given her all the power in the world, she would still betray you without a second thought if it meant more power.
She is borderline cannibalistic, occasionally enjoying the taste of flesh while watching her puppets do her bidding. You may wander around for the rest of your life, with hunks of your flesh torn off, remembering the mare that began to literally eat you alive. As said before, she would never kill you. Not unless you broke your end of a bargain with her. In a way, being eaten alive is worse than being killed.
Winter is very classy, very smart and because of those things, she is very, very arrogant. She is very independent and does not play nicely with her authority figures. You tell her to do something, she'll tell you to go fuck yourself. Because of this, she has always been a bit of a wanderer, being perfectly happy commanding herself and the little disposable puppets she's picked up along the way. Though, most of her puppets have betrayed her, so they lay dead and forgotten with vultures feeding on their decaying flesh. There have been times when her "puppets" have overpowered her when they broke their deals, successfully escaping her grasp. She doesn't like to speak of those things, though as she likes to maintain her reputation.
Oddly enough, when she walks, her footsteps almost make no sound. When she breathes against your neck, you will think of it as the kiss of the wind and lean into its loving caress, only to be in the arms of the lying bitch, Nuclear Winter. With a grotesque grin and smooth words, she can have you ready to give your life for her.
Winter is heartless yet classy. Sane yet sadistic. A lying, thieving snake. An abomination that would be better off dead. She's a cannibal, she's a bitch, she is the thing that makes you sick. She is a lot of things, none of those things particularly good. But most importantly, she is Nuclear Winter. She will fix your problems...for a hefty price.
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"So, you wish to know about my humble beginnings, do you? I can tell you. All I ask is..for a moment of your time. Make yourself comfortable, my friend. We wouldn't want this to be an unpleasant experience, now would we? Let's see. Where do I begin. Well, let me share with you a little about the place where I was born. It was a cozy little hamlet of a land not to far from this place. My parents were both unicorns, as you would guess. My mother was a sly, devious and conniving lady while my father was brutal, ruthless, violent and liked to make messes when he killed. Let's just say he was like an evil child using blood and entrails as finger paints. I was quite close to my mother, and learned the tricks of my trade from her. She taught me many things. How to lie, how to cheat, how to steal and how to emotionally torment others. My father taught me a few things as well, but I was not a clumsy brute like he was. I did not want to be a blind madwoman, killing anything in her path. I wanted to be like my mother. Assassination in the style of Delilah; seduction, lies and empty promises. However, it's not to say that my father didn't teach me anything useful. He did. Physical torture, where to inflict the most pain, the best pieces of flesh to pull off of my victims. I had no interest in becoming a ruthless killer. My mother always told me to leave my mark on the world. How am I supposed to do that when my "mark" is in the belly of a vulture?
I suppose it's a tad cliche, but I was indeed born into nobility. My parents were the Lord and Lady of the herd I lived in, a mere step below King and Queen. But unlike most, my history is not dramatic nor is it a crybaby story about how my entire family was murdered by a rag-tag band of nobodies. I was not violated at a young age, I did not kill my parents and I did not run away with the man of my dreams. There was no Romeos and I was no Juliet. So if you're looking for a soap opera, you are in the wrong place. There is death in my story, but death is a part of life, dear friend. It is not dramatic in the least. Just something that happens, sometimes when you least expect it. But let's proceed with the story and allow me to make it short. I hate dragging on what happened in the past. After all, I am a lady of the "here and now".
What you don't know yet is that the herd I was in was no ordinary herd. They were a group of assassins, thieves and skilled warriors. The skills I know were required, lest I be deemed useless. When I was 2 years old, I had become a master of my trade. By now, I'm sure you're well aware of what my trade is. My mother had taught me everything but by that time, there was nothing left for her to teach me. I was convinced that there was more I could learn. And so I began asking around, befriending a mare who was very much like my mother except...a tad more...refined. The mare taught me even more, and once I had soaked up all the knowledge she had to offer me, I began running errands for the dear herd members. Assassinations? Sure. Stealing? Absolutely. Lying your way into a rival herd and destroying it from the inside? Well, of course! Eating your victims? Oh, that was a big no-no. For that, I would be seen as an abomination, just because I was curious to know what I might taste like! Oh, of course I couldn't begin going to town on my own flesh, ripping apart my own body just because I wanted to know what equine meat tasted like. Being a seeker of knowledge, I decided to go for the flesh of other beasts like me; horses. And I liked it. However, there was only one colt who knew about my cannibalism. And he had been jealous of me ever since I became the favorite of the King and Queen. He threatened to tell everyone on me, which would likely get me locked up or executed. No amount of lying would sway their judgment when the heard the word "cannibal". Oh, such a taboo! This colt used the secret to make me hide from everyone. I didn't want to associate myself with anyone. Being a young filly, I was afraid of what might happen if I did something to anger the keeper of my secret. I isolated myself, mostly sticking with my parents until the time came when I was tired of living in the shadows of others, when I was the most skilled femme in the damned herd!
I didn't want to just leave. So I found a mercenary to take care of my problem. You think I could just kill the colt myself? Oh, no. There was a reason the King and Queen had their ranks. They would know if I did it. They knew my style. I would be executed if I killed one of my own. So about this mercenary. A handsome stallion, he was. But his good-looks didn't give him a special place in my heart, if that's what you're about to assume. The fellow usually demanded payment, and since I was a female, you can guess what kind of payment he wanted for killing this colt. Oh, but little did he know, he would be killed before he received his payment. Naturally, he assassinated the colt right in front of me in the middle of the night and just like that, that colt who had every intention of getting me killed was dead on the ground. And just as the corpse of the little worm hit the ground, I let out a scream of terror, alerting the rest of the herd. My dear mercenary was overpowered, yelling curses at me as he was held down. No one believed him when he said that I told him to kill the little colt. After all, who would believe a wild-eyed stranger? The mercenary was executed, and I did a good job of playing the distraught best friend of the colt. Why did I have the mercenary killed? Because I didn't want to pay for his services with my virginity. He didn't deserve it and I am no whore.
I lived there until I turned 3, honing my skills over that relatively peaceful year. After that, I left the herd, arriving here.
But that is my story. There are a few gory details I left out but those were not entirely crucial to the story. But I told you what you wanted to know. Now, would you consider doing something for me? I promise it will be worth your while in the long run. After all...making a deal with the devil isn't so bad, is it?"
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