Username:
tenlittlesoldierboys
Name:
Penelope
("Pokerface Penny")
Gender:
female
Gender for Breeding purposes:
female
Personality:
Deep inside, Penelope is a young female who wants to enjoy life, live through adventures and who is loyal to those who are dear to her. She has always been of a strong personality, knowing what she wanted and what she didn't - and always making sure it was that way. Even though her family and her friends, her whole tribe, meant everything to her, there were only a few people for whom Penny would give up and risk anything. She was, and still is, a brave young woman with the soul of a warrior and the heart of a tiger. She has always been quite restless, never really satisfied with a stillstand, always on the go and looking for something new. She has always been as wild and free as the horses she worked with and even before she became a Wild West outlaw, she was said to be as dangerous as a rattlesnake in the hot sand - with the only difference, that you wouldn't hear or notice Penny, until it was too late.
A hot headed female with her own mind, who rapidely caught the attention of various men, even outside her tribe, when the settlers arrived in the west. A lady who did not hesitate to fight for her own freedom with all needs, a girl who did not wanted to be caged and forced to live a life, she didn't want. And now, a dangerous outlaw who is nicknamed "Pokerface Penny" for her amazing ability to keep a straight and neutral face, while looking those in the eye, she is going to kill or watch die in a second. Nobody knows better how to deceive others than her, she knows how to lure men into her embrace and make them feel safe, until it is too late and she crushes them. Poisons them. Shoots them. She has her ways of getting what she wants and when she has chosen you as your next target, you should run. But you probably won't notice, until it's too late, anyway.
Western story:
"They say poison is a woman's weapon, but they're just afraid they could be next.
My name is Pokerface Penny, and if you have anything to hide, I'm your worst nightmare."
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Once, there was a young Native American Viscet, born under the name of Pelipa - meaning "lover of horses". And a lover of horses she was, indeed. Barely able to stand on her two hind-legs, she would start to take care of the tribe's horses with all her heart. They loved her, all of them. Even the wildest ones were tame like dogs under her caressing paws. The people of her village said, that the reason for that, was the fact, that she was just like them. Wild and free, with a great mind on her own, unable to be tamed and caged. And they were right, as would show, when European settlers came to raid the west.
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As it is widely known, European settlers took the Natives' homeland and freedom. Pelipa's tripe was one of the first to forced leaving their home, so the settlers could stay. Most of them were send on a dangerous journey, only a few were allowed to stay - so to say. Especially young females were kept in the new American village; not only because they knew the environment and were kept as housewives, some of them were even forced to marry a settler. Pelipa was one of them. Not, that her new husband was not attractive, he was also fairly young too, but his personality alone drove Pelipa to the roof. The male Viscet was called Thomas and obviously thought as himself as a womanizer and the next superstar. He often told Penny that she should be greatful to have him as a husband and always fiddled around with his gun, even though even a dead squirrel had a better aim than dear ol' Thomas from West London, sir. Of course, as quite a few of the European settlers, Thomas did not see himself as European, or a British person for that matter, but an American, yes sir. As if the land had belonged to them all along. And furthermore, not to forget, he had forced her to change her name into Penelope - and to forget her heritage, to forget who she was.
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At first, Penelope tried to get used to her new life. She really did. She even thought that if she faked love towards Thomas long enough, she might would start to love him at some point. But nothing could keep her away from the wilderness and nothing could stop her from running with the wild horses, not even Thomas. Of course, he was outraged, tried to lock her away, tried to keep her still. But as untamable the harsh west seemed to be for the settlers, as untamable she, Penelope, was. She had no intentions to bow to her husband, for whom she could feel nothing more than burning hatred. And after about two years of living with him and his people, when Thomas started to talk about a child, a Viscling, she had enough. She decided, that she would not endure this any longer. Under the cover of the night, she left the village and returned shortly before sunrise. She was calm, strangely calm, considering that she has been a girl who always wore her emotions for everyone to see. But not this time.
~
She came back, from wherever she had been, preparing breakfast for Thomas - including one special ingredient, the one for which she had been away almost all night. Rattlesnake venom. For just one second the female Viscet seemed to smile, only for her face to return to a Pokerface right away again. When Thomas woke and came to her, she let him kiss her, caress her and patiently waited for him to sit down and start eating.
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Fifteen minutes later, she watched him die. While he struggled, held onto the last straw of life, she just stood there, watching him, still without the slightest expression on her face. When he called for help, whining, begging, she drew a step closer and looked into his eyes. "Goodbye, Thomas." She simply said, as she always did, when she was about to go hunting or help the other women on the field. But this time, it was a goodbye forever. And when she realized, that he was dead, a smile crawled upon her face. She smiled in all honesty, for the first time after two years.
~
Without any rush, she packed some things and left the house; left the village with her favourite horse besides her and Thomas' gun in her paws. They would soon get what they deserved. All of them.
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