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ORFEVRE from UMAMUSUME

The Golden Tyrant, King of the Racetrack, Orfevre is the supreme king of racers who was born and raised to stand above all else.

This means she speaks oddly, acting as though she is above people and that her presence and status are something to be automatically known.

She does, actually, have a Presence that seems to shock the people around her, making many flock to her to receive her praise. She actually rejected all trainers scouting her, believing that she is the one who would have to do the scouting as the king.

She's absolutely radiant, but also absolutely useless when it comes to actually taking care of herself. Her emotional support sister is not here, so she may be a bit more ruffled than usual.

Absolutely will demand things of your muse, and will not be happy if your muse refuses.

She believes demanding things of people is doing them a favor. It is also her way of asking for help.

She says "umu".

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sekiyuken

#; a tyrant laced in gold

o-h-k-a-y

Orfevre comm for PGN 🫶🏼 tysm!!

commission info on my vgen 💚

#; a tyrant laced in gold

amemecanique

Ω Gentildonna's feelings about Orfevre weren't necessarily difficult to describe so much as it was the fact that their relationship was complicated. They were rivals, and Orfevre was one of the few umamusume in her generation that she considered to be worthy of that title, Verxina aside. But even though she respected her... she didn't even bother to conceal the amused snicker she made at her peer's appearance.

Orfevre was proud. Perhaps even prouder than herself. So to see her hair and fur in such a state had taken her off guard.

"Oh? I must admit I feel similarly. Whose pride would I quash underneath my heel if not yours, Orfevre? Hmhm!" The banter sounded tenser than it actually was. The two of them had shared this rivalry for some time now. "Your right hand may shake, but neither of us are at full strength, no? Well... I suppose I managed to regain a fair bit of it already." Only because she'd arrived at the right time.

The mare closed what little distance there was between the two of them and wrapped around behind her where she crouched down beside Orfevre's tail. "It seems we have more pressing matters to deal with at the moment, however? No rival of mine should look this disheveled. Could it be you have no talent with a brush? Fufu..."

goldentyrant

"You speak out of turn, both of your attempt to quash my rule, and of your comment on my appearance." She lifts her chin, looking down on Gentildonna and a pout on her face. A pout that does not make her look nearly as smug as she wished she did, because she was more than aware that summer on an island was going to destroy her hair completely.

Her tail flicks with irritation. "Umu. My sister usually takes care of my appearance.

"I was not raised to be concerned about such things. Trivialities are usually taken care of by vassals, and personal grooming was the role of my elder sister." She was above all of that, focused only on her rule.

"I am currently searching for my elder sister, or a place that specializes in umamusume haor care."

#gentildonnas

A poolside training area, reminiscent of summer camp. And for the unfortunate umamusume who was likely just trying to have a fun summer, a place for a king to train.

"Umu, your form is bad." She stands on the side of one of the pools, eyes narrowed.

"Has your trainer never corrected your form? You are lucky that one as benevolent as I would deign to watch over you." She hops into the pool with barely a splash, clicking her tongue.

"How will you prepare to descend the Totally Tube-ular slide without a perfect form to be witnessed by all in the glass? An umamusume must be radiant above all else. Even one such as you."

@waracchao

#waracchao #; spiralefes 2025 #id apologize but castmates have to be unfortunately a little aware

While the others who have come to Yesteryear seem to hesitate before dropping into the passage, or to leave the side of the hologram, it seems a certain uma does not. Hopping down after seeing a reclusive resident run from her, her voice echoes.

"Your swift departure is appreciated, but not expected." Perhaps they were intimidated by her? It was not so surprising. She continues to walk, looking at the hive-like underground ruins.

"A city likely without a ruler, lost to ruin and time. Umu, a familiar tale." Her ears twitch at the sound of a bootheel touching the ground behind her. It seems someone followed her in.

"Do you agree, human?"

@headlesshydra

#headlesshydra #; spiralefes 2025

mejirogolfer

Uwaaa... She's like Ramonu turned up to 11. These kinds of people are hard to deal with but if you can pick the right method they can be more easily approached. "You got it! I was planning to hit the mall nearby a bit later to pick up some essentials, do ya want anything? I'm sure it takes a lot to keep up those golden vibes."

goldentyrant

"Umu. Provide your contact information, and I will provide you a list." She takes out her phone, she's absolutely serious.

"Worthy vassals will be rewarded. Serve well, and it will serve you."

#mejirogolfer #im sooo sorry

melfiiii

i'm in like a one-man waiting party for dream journey and orfevre and also their deadbeat dad

#; a tyrant laced in gold #; elder sister

"Good, you're here." She crosses her arms, hair only slightly askew due to the humidity. Something she will deal with when she finds Dream Journey.

Because, after all, there is no way they are separated. She will tear down the city itself to find her elder sister.

(And she needs someone to brush her tail.)

"I was concerned when I saw the lack of talent here. Those who are only worthy to become vassals who may merely dream of achieving a place beside me on the track." Gentildonna. A terrifyingly monstrous Umamusume. A threat. A rival.