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||He yells through the night
With a face full of fight
Stepping over the ring that she wore
She runs for the car ||
 
The wind howled eerily through the tree tops, sending leaves spluttering. The cold steeped upon the hillside and froze the promises of life. The flowers of the past spring and summer were dying, their last tendrils reaching out before that long sleep that was winter.
 
||But she doesn't get far
His boots kicks her hand from the door
And there on her back
She let's go of the last ||
 
The vixen emerged, half hidden by the fog that covered the meadow like a thick blanket. A smirk grew on her face, if it could be called that. Silently, she walked through the sheltering of trees, hooves splitting the muddy ground as they dug through it. There, equines.
 
||Remnant of hope that she's held
Heaven hang on
She can't hang on anymore
Heaven hang on||
 
The smirk enlarged. A source of entertainment, of... interest. A slow canter, no need to speed along. Her deathly black mane beat along the side of her arched neck, stinging. Chiseled head in the arabian shape, scarred perhaps, but no less poisonously beautiful. Coat of steel, like crushed rock.
 
||Two houses down
There's a man pulling out
With a pistol pushed under the seat
And he's waving good by
To his boys and his wife||
 
Dark, void-like, emotionless. Her eyes are black, like that, but it also described her soul. Demonically beautiful, heart made of cold metal. Steel. Killing? Not necessarily down her alley. To dirty her hooves in anothers flesh? You must not know her.
 
||And ends that are too far to meet
He's got a plan
The insurance man
Sold him the way out they need||
 
What made her this way? This cold demoness? Ah, you know nothing of pain. There is plenty of entertainment with unsuspecting equines. Luring them in with her beauty, then shunning them. She would be the first to tell you it's foalish. But at three summers, she is little more than a foal.
 
||Heaven hang on
He can't hang on anymore
Heaven hang on
He can't hang on anymore||
 
Heartless. Cold. Demonic. Damned. Seductive. Beautiful. Siren.
 

NAME: astoria
PRONOUNCIATION: as-tore-ee-ya
MEANING: a neighborhood in nyc and a coastal city in oregon
NICKNAMES:
 
GENDER: female
AGE: seven years
BREED: welsh mountain pony x [percheon x arabian]
COAT: gray with dapples
MANE: cream
TAIL: cream
EYES: chocolate
HOOVES: feathered dark gray
MARKINGS: none
 
HEIGHT: 15.3 hh
BODY TYPE: Large, relatively muscular
SCARS: none
DEFORMITIES: completely deaf 
 
ALLIANCE: generally a dark leaning neutral
STATUS: loner
INTELLIGENCE: 87%
DIAGNOSIS:
HEALTH: good
 
LIKES: being alone, rugged individualism, manipulating others
DISLIKES: other mares, recieving help
FEARS:
 
PERSONALITY:
 
astoria is a complete mystery. she's really quiet and only talks when she must, but she's a plotter and a manipulator. she observes other equines and learns their behaviors and feelings. you can never really tell what she's thinking. 'ria is completely deaf but over the years she's learned to read lips marginally well. it's pretty easy to tell right of the bat, because she talks oddly and very loud. she also mouths the words when you're talking. sometimes astoria plays it off like she doesn't hear or understand, as long as it works for her benefit. she fiercely supports rugged individualism and won't let anyone help her. astoria fiercely dislikes other mares but is fine with stallions. she'd been kicked in the stomach when pregnant by another mare and had lost the foal.
 
 
 
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