as fine as SILK

coat color :: Well, Silk's coat is that beautiful first snow fall color. It looks as though if you touched it that it would no longer look as perfect as before. Though when covered in dirt, she could look like a tri-colored pinto. Her nearly perfect head is coal black. It's darker than the darkest room you can find. You can also find another coal black cone shape marking just by her flank.

tail and mane color :: Her tail and mane alike both have very little black. Well, it's not so much black as almost that awkward almost silver color. It's dark enough to look black, but up close it's not really black. With age, though, it will lighten to a nice silver. The rest of her tail and mane are white. They look like wisps of clouds floating around her.

eye color :: Silk has an extraordinary eye color. They are a violet-blue. Now, yes I know violet isn't a normal eye color, but this filly has what is called Alexandria's Genesis. It's also what is known as violet eyes - if it wasn't obvious already. (More information about this below.. If it's not acceptable, I will change it.)

tidbits ::

• She's 15.3 hands high
• Sort of stocky, but not overly
• Alexandria's Genesis (A.K.A. Violet Eyes) is a mutation of the eyes. She doesn't go into heat, but can reproduce. When she gets cut (bad enough for a scar) the hair won't grow back. She has very, very fine hair and doesn't grow a winter coat.
• She has half ears due to frostbite on them from when she was two years old
• Genetics: EE/aa/nZ/nT

personality :: Silk knows how to use her body against the weak minded stallions. She's that kind of mare who has a backbone. Being the kind of mare that she has its benefits and has its flaws. She doesn't fall in love - she thinks it's pointless and being held down doesn't fascinate her in the least. She would rather have children year after year and be a broodmare than have children with the same stallion. Silk's personality changes with each person she meets, but her whore-like nature never changes. Silk is a very confident mare, not letting harsh words sink deep inside her brain until she explodes. No, that's just not how she works.

history :: There's no logical explanation for the way Silk is. She was raised mostly normal, but there was never in her lifetime where becoming a whore was needed. She was your average foal; playing daily, living life to the fullest, those kinds of things. She was healthy, normally loved, everything a horse could possibly want. So for her to turn her body into a sex-driven machine was something no one expected.

When she left the family, Silk ran into so many stallions she hadn't known what to do with herself. She had probably the best year and a half. Stallions had heard of her and came to relieve stress, or get some action, or anything really. Those were the desperate stallions. Other stallions - ones who were so unsure about themselves that they could be mares - were the ones she loved the most. She could play mind games with them and get them to give into their natural instinct.

It was a life she enjoyed living, even with mares giving her the cold shoulder or calling her nasty names. She knew she was a slut, but she didn't care. If she cared about the nasty names that jealous mares throw at her, she wouldn't be who she is.

This post is from another character on a different site.


Tank had left Zilla knowing she had been pregnant. He felt bad, but he couldn't stay. He just couldn't. The child would be better off without him, but would it be better off with Marauder as the father? Time would tell, not Tank. He had ruined Zilla's life by getting her pregnant on one of their many, many encounters. He turned his back, walking away from the strange part of the world he would never see again. He wouldn't do the master-slave stuff anymore. He wanted a normal family and a normal life. Tank had never wanted a child born into the world he had been born into. A child who lived a life like he had was one thing he feared.

The buckskin roan brute pushed into a trot, tears running down his face. He was leaving them behind - them as in Zilla and the unborn child. He couldn't keep them from Marauder even if it killed him. Tank wanted the other roan stag to just die of some horrible disease, but he knew better than to wish that upon someone. Though Mardy deserved it, he'd be an alright father. He already had Balor, didn't he? How much worse could Marauder do to a child that isn't his? Would Zilla tell him it was Tank's? Would she abandon the foal when it is born? He didn't know and he was pretty sure Zilla didn't know either. One thing was for sure, though:

Tank would never meet his child.


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Letting out a sigh, Tank walked over the land. That final moment of wonder coming back for the hundredth time. He couldn't get rid of it, that's just how upset he had been. Not ever saying goodbye to the love of his life, never meeting his child, letting Marauder raise it - if Zilla didn't abandon it - and everything else. He had gone a year and a half without seeing that mare and stallion. The brute had been doing good; he'd started to get over his feelings for Zilla and the worry that taunted him daily to go back and check the foal out was leaving. Tank had known better than to go back. Zilla had probably hurt just as much as he had.

And then there she was. She had been right in front of him. She hadn't looked pregnant nor like she had just weaned a foal. No, she looked like a mare who'd been left open for a year. Had Marauder given up on breeding her? Had Marauder called her nasty names after the foal? Those were things he hadn't thought of when he saw her. No, he only thought about the goodbye that never happened.

After his confrontation with Marauder, Tank had taken off. He hadn't wanted to deal with that sore loser who couldn't admit that he had lost Zilla. Tank couldn't admit it either, he didn't know where Zilla's head was at anymore. The last year and a half was hard to do for him, he could only imagine the pain Zilla went through.

Tank huffed a sigh again and raised his eyes from the ground to see Zilla at the watering hole. He almost nickered, but didn't. She was probably mad at him for leaving her. Tank walked over to her and lowered his head to take a drink of water, not saying a word to the beautiful mare beside him. If she wanted to beat on him, he'd let her. He'd let her take her anger out on him; that's what you do for love, right?