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Description

Name: Sir Lord
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Breed: Galaxy Shire
Orientation: Empress Tyranny
Mate: Empress Tyranny (only in his head)

Herd Affiliation: The Tragedies
Rank: High Guard. (Protects the Royal Family)

PersonalityPowerful | Passionate | Glamorous | Loyal

Powerful
Sir Lord is made of power. His very being radiates the power of the universe itself. The ground bends to his golden hooves, the winds sing praises through his mane of unfathomable wonder. Doth the stars not beam down and say to themselves, "Oh how covetous we are, for Sir Lord shines so brightly?" Of course they do. Do the rivers grow green in jealousy, for they do not flow as gently as His mane? Quite. His muscles make the mountains weak. His whinny brings the fearless to their knees. Sir Lord is power.

Passionate
Sir Lord does not love. He is love. Simple eye-contact causes the female gender to cling relentlessly. Oh how his heart should be spilling! But nay... nay, his swollen heart aches for one. The one. Her flaxen mane stunts the thunderous beats of his heart, her hooves drag through his mind with every second of the day. His eyes follow none other, though many have fallen at his hooves. Nay! He turns them away without a second glance, for his lady has captivated her guard. A forbidden fruit. Forevermore, may she reign...

Glamorous
With more grace than all the whitened deer of the Silver Woods, Sir Lord treads. His coat shimmers in the light, and even the smallest speck of dust dare not land upon his hide. For it would dissolve in sudden combustion. Grass bow to his trailing mane before one single strand presses against it. Not one hair out of place. Not one scuff across his hooves. Only the purist gold drapes across his figure. Thinly woven for this purpose only. His glamour outshines most... but she remains the queen. She is glamour.

Loyal
For the great mountains refuse to budge during sun or storm, and neither does Sir Lord. His loyalty is unending. His life belongs to his family, his blood pumps for the Tragedies. Not the harshest of scorns could turn him from his service, no. He has sworn his existence to protecting them... defending her..

History ---
The great Sir Lord is history.

Forever may he bless the eyes of those around him.

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I literally laughed the entire way though this. I... think I had way to much fun with this. He's not magical, he's just.. him.
pls help

+4 tier

Description

Name: Sir Lord
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Breed: Galaxy Shire
Orientation: Empress Tyranny
Mate: Empress Tyranny (only in his head)

Herd Affiliation: The Tragedies
Rank: High Guard. (Protects the Royal Family)

PersonalityPowerful | Passionate | Glamorous | Loyal

Powerful
Sir Lord is made of power. His very being radiates the power of the universe itself. The ground bends to his golden hooves, the winds sing praises through his mane of unfathomable wonder. Doth the stars not beam down and say to themselves, "Oh how covetous we are, for Sir Lord shines so brightly?" Of course they do. Do the rivers grow green in jealousy, for they do not flow as gently as His mane? Quite. His muscles make the mountains weak. His whinny brings the fearless to their knees. Sir Lord is power.

Passionate
Sir Lord does not love. He is love. Simple eye-contact causes the female gender to cling relentlessly. Oh how his heart should be spilling! But nay... nay, his swollen heart aches for one. The one. Her flaxen mane stunts the thunderous beats of his heart, her hooves drag through his mind with every second of the day. His eyes follow none other, though many have fallen at his hooves. Nay! He turns them away without a second glance, for his lady has captivated her guard. A forbidden fruit. Forevermore, may she reign...

Glamorous
With more grace than all the whitened deer of the Silver Woods, Sir Lord treads. His coat shimmers in the light, and even the smallest speck of dust dare not land upon his hide. For it would dissolve in sudden combustion. Grass bow to his trailing mane before one single strand presses against it. Not one hair out of place. Not one scuff across his hooves. Only the purist gold drapes across his figure. Thinly woven for this purpose only. His glamour outshines most... but she remains the queen. She is glamour.

Loyal
For the great mountains refuse to budge during sun or storm, and neither does Sir Lord. His loyalty is unending. His life belongs to his family, his blood pumps for the Tragedies. Not the harshest of scorns could turn him from his service, no. He has sworn his existence to protecting them... defending her..

History ---
The great Sir Lord is history.

Forever may he bless the eyes of those around him.

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I literally laughed the entire way though this. I... think I had way to much fun with this. He's not magical, he's just.. him.
pls help

+4 tier