The Red Owl - [S O V A] (halfway done, blergh >.<)

[amnesia]

SOVA

"Alone and warming his five wits, the Red Owl in the belfry sits, searching for white his blackness fits, should the Master's nest be raided, wrath unbrided will be sated..."
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AGE
3 years

GENDER
Stallion

PERSONALITY


: Vain : Proud : Brave : Silent : Fearless : Temperamental : Protective : Loyal :

Sova isn't very vain, but vain nonetheless. He loves to preen himself and, if he takes a particular liking to another, enjoys being preened. He will bathe frequently, wading in up to his knees and laying down in the water and sometimes actually rolling in shallower pools.

Pride is said to be a sin, but obviously The Red Owl didn't get that memo. He shows off to both mares and far more aggressively to stallions he takes as a threat. Sova is boastful and doesn't hold back an impressive story about a fight or whatever, but he DOES NOT LIE.

This fellow hardly talks. Ever. You can catch him making horse sounds, owl sounds, or no sounds, but very rarely will he open his mouth and actually speak. This is because he thinks his voice can scare off mares, and ward off a good fighter, so instead he vocalizes like an owl or a horse usually would. When he speaks, his voice is gruff and strong, and has a cold rasp and rumble to it.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
The Red Owl is one to fear, or one would think by his truly frightening outer appearance. Of the muscular build common of Shires, he is monstrous, at 17 hands high, towering over others! His pelt is short and sleek, black as night, a lovely metallic sheen to it. On his back are identical bay patches shaped like a cape, or the wings of an owl, coloured as closely to red as nature could get. His mane is long, covers the dark hazel eyes and white star upon his gorgeously curved head, he has large nostrils and many grey whiskers upon his chin. Sova's hooves are gigantic machines of malice, capable of crushing whatever dares find itself beneath them.

His tail is long, beginning in deep black and gradually fading into the dark maroon of his wings and ending in a blond-ish colour.

Sova carries himself like one would expect him to; regal, bold, elegant. His head is always high as well as his gait, his tail out and his ears are alert to his surroundings. Upon his face is a constantly baleful expression, a cruel yet enchanting smile born of his pride.

HISTORY
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