All Alone, but together Forever M(Sinister)

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Rolland

The giant stallion loped lazily through the dewy, green grass. It was early morning, and he was bored. He was a spectacular sight! His bay overo coat shining in the early twilight. A light mist settled at his heavy hooves. He wasn't the usual breed of this meadow. Not some light, show pony. No, he was a  Spanish Mustang. And his temperament matched. Headstrong, rough, forceful, never to give up. Though in a rough, crazy way, handsome. His snow white mane, mixed perfectly with the stray night, black hairs that also grew in his mane. And his tail matched. He was a rough 16.6 hands tall, seeming to get all of the height out of his unique breed. He had aqua blue eyes, that in some light, could look slightly green. Like I hinted at before, a rough, crazy handsome stallion.

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I trotted through the fields, my hooves making a suction cup sound, as I brought them up from the damp grass. I looked around for anyone I could talk to, maybe harass a little. I was in the mood for a little fight. Maybe their was a mare out their I could scare a little. I had long ago given up my forcing ways, but I still knew how to scare the mares. And being in my prime, a grand age of six, I was up for getting into a little trouble. Making up my mind, I came to a screeching halt on the grass, sliding a little. I rose up high on my muscular back legs, and let out a high, piercing welcome. Telling any mare or stallion within two miles, to come see me.

[ѕɩɴɩѕᴛᴇʀ]

ａｒｍｉｓｔｉｃｅ ▮ Surrender to me or meet your Death

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❝ My heads under water, but I'm breathing fire.❞

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Track for now darlin'

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What now?

[ѕɩɴɩѕᴛᴇʀ]

ａｒｍｉｓｔｉｃｅ ▮ Surrender to me or meet your Death

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❝ My heads under water, but I'm breathing fire.❞

 ◟♔ ░░░░░░░░ ａｒｍｉｓｔｉｃｅ ▎ᴀᴙᴍɪѕᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴚᴜᴅᴀᴃᴀᴙ ѕɪᴄʟʏ

The crisp atmosphere that endlessly orbited around a single being, one of masculine bridges of aligning muscle and a dark aura. Imagine a toned femme with that of a stallion's posture, but with a beauty so deep not even the Devil can pass by. A mare who goes by the initials of Armistice Rudabar Sicly, I'm sure you've heard of her. Almost everyone has. She's the one who parades around in your nightmares, who is lurking in the darkness just waiting to strike. Like a goddess she was elegant and beautiful but dangerous and vicious beyond any other, which brings that serial killer side of her out. Though unlike most killers, she can control her violence to a certain extent. 

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