Post by nini on Mar 8, 2007 0:53:15 GMT -5
Sure he's loyal
Name: Black Deviant
Age: Seven
Breed: Mutt
Lineage: Poppit (Dam) x Desdemona (Sire) [. Poppit was my old mare, and Desde was my friends old stally, and we rp'd together on old TH2 and this was their foal.]
Height: Seventeen.Two
Sex: Stag
Children: Moonchild
Place Of Birth: the Thunder Head (2) birthing field place thing.
Physical Characteristics: He is a nicely built thick stallion, large head, good thick neck, stout strong legs, short sturdy back, long tail, long mane - both with silver streaks going through in mass. His hide is blacker than ink, and his eyes are honey. He has a long, irregular scar starting on his 'brow' on his left eye, and then four more scars on each side down his face, and another scar; long and at an angle down his chest. He also has bite-scars on his neck from fights with stallions.
Personality: Loyal. Does what he wants when he wants. Protective. Slightly insane - but let's keep that a small secret eh?
Sample Post: Thunderous hoof beats greeted sore ears. The black stallion lifted his head wearily, sun beating down upon his black hide, feeling too hot to be out here. Staggering upright, his daggers dragged him further up the shore and into a stand of palmy beach trees. There, he let himself drop with a thud and a sigh, his honey eyes half covered with salt-water dripping forelock.
Not entirely too sure of himself, or the surroundings, the horse meekly rose his head and looked around, honey eyes taking in everything. The shoreline he had woken on was quite a beauty, palms scattered here and there, the ocean lapping against the sands, and then, inland, he saw as he turned, trees and mountains. Certainly different than his last home.
Standing again, he made his way slowly down the shoreline to ponder. He needed a plan of action, didn't he?
Added;
History: A kind stallion, once. Before it all went to hell.
Well, honestly, you can't say he was kind - His sire was "dark", his mother "light" and pure, he took after his sire and was a rather mean stag. The only equines he was ever kind to were Godsend - his mate and love since foalhood, and her brother, and he didn't even like him very much. His daughter, oh, she was his little gem. Bay with a little star, he loved her. Once, she fell into a thorny bush and he had to pull her out and help remove the thorns from her soft baby hide.
Then, something happened. Everything went wrong.
They vanished, without a word. His homelands became barren. He began to waste away, until a scent drifted by. It smelt like Godsend and Moonchild. He had rushed after it, blindly, not caring where it took him, and found himself leaping off of a boulder and swimming through an ocean to an island (this very island) and he's decided that if they led him there, he should stay and see what fate brings him.
But he's crazy - Hope you don't mind
Name: Black Deviant
Age: Seven
Breed: Mutt
Lineage: Poppit (Dam) x Desdemona (Sire) [. Poppit was my old mare, and Desde was my friends old stally, and we rp'd together on old TH2 and this was their foal.]
Height: Seventeen.Two
Sex: Stag
Children: Moonchild
Place Of Birth: the Thunder Head (2) birthing field place thing.
Physical Characteristics: He is a nicely built thick stallion, large head, good thick neck, stout strong legs, short sturdy back, long tail, long mane - both with silver streaks going through in mass. His hide is blacker than ink, and his eyes are honey. He has a long, irregular scar starting on his 'brow' on his left eye, and then four more scars on each side down his face, and another scar; long and at an angle down his chest. He also has bite-scars on his neck from fights with stallions.
Personality: Loyal. Does what he wants when he wants. Protective. Slightly insane - but let's keep that a small secret eh?
Sample Post: Thunderous hoof beats greeted sore ears. The black stallion lifted his head wearily, sun beating down upon his black hide, feeling too hot to be out here. Staggering upright, his daggers dragged him further up the shore and into a stand of palmy beach trees. There, he let himself drop with a thud and a sigh, his honey eyes half covered with salt-water dripping forelock.
Not entirely too sure of himself, or the surroundings, the horse meekly rose his head and looked around, honey eyes taking in everything. The shoreline he had woken on was quite a beauty, palms scattered here and there, the ocean lapping against the sands, and then, inland, he saw as he turned, trees and mountains. Certainly different than his last home.
Standing again, he made his way slowly down the shoreline to ponder. He needed a plan of action, didn't he?
Added;
History: A kind stallion, once. Before it all went to hell.
Well, honestly, you can't say he was kind - His sire was "dark", his mother "light" and pure, he took after his sire and was a rather mean stag. The only equines he was ever kind to were Godsend - his mate and love since foalhood, and her brother, and he didn't even like him very much. His daughter, oh, she was his little gem. Bay with a little star, he loved her. Once, she fell into a thorny bush and he had to pull her out and help remove the thorns from her soft baby hide.
Then, something happened. Everything went wrong.
They vanished, without a word. His homelands became barren. He began to waste away, until a scent drifted by. It smelt like Godsend and Moonchild. He had rushed after it, blindly, not caring where it took him, and found himself leaping off of a boulder and swimming through an ocean to an island (this very island) and he's decided that if they led him there, he should stay and see what fate brings him.
But he's crazy - Hope you don't mind
