Post by Kindred Blue on Dec 30, 2005 15:07:38 GMT -5
C A T A L Y S T
>> A substance, usually used in small amounts relative to the reactants, that modifies and increases the rate of a reaction without being consumed in the process.
Meet the Catalyst, a stallion of three years. His blood is of the mustang, and he stands at a neat 15.2 hands high. A short haired brown/mahogany coat lines his nimble frame, and dark eyes are the center of his facial features. A short mane and rough tail follow from this. Finally, a dark horse-shoe shaped scar lines his hip, completeing the picture.
He may remind you of a certain horse who helped bring doom and confusion upon the Sandy Shores not too long ago - the dark, twisted, Omen. Or better known as, heir to the sands, Tequila Shores.
Catalyst is infact the reincarnation of the two-sided stallion from those old times. He looks like the Omen, acts like Tequila, but he infact has no idea he bears any resemblence to the old stallion of the shores.
This strong beast knows his manners and treats others as he should wish to be treated - but the rough loving side of him that longs to be young again can still be found at times. Catalyst enjoys standing alone, and will probably be seen at night more often than day. Though he may lend his name and his will to a herd, only a truely pure group will earn his trust and respect. If they do not choose to accept him as he is, he will only be part of them in name, not truely. But should the herd be true, and kind to this dark and thoughtful stranger, he will defend them when a dark tide chooses to roll.
Though still, others must be careful - like the darker side of the precious Tequila, Catalyst can split at anytime. With a busrt of speed related to his reactive name, he can explode into a furious, tormented beast, ready to kill any who gets in his way. Its only by keeping himself in calm, serene surroundings that this flame can stay burning at a normal level.
The past of this stallion is dark and vague. He remembers not his father, nor his mother, nor his childhood - part of the reason he sometimes longs so to be a colt once more. His memories jerk into action on the day he turned two years old, and was one of the only survivors when his small herd was attacked by a large pack of angry (and hungry) wolves. The mere few that lived fled their different ways, and Catalyst remained alone, making head nor tail of his surroundings and becoming much a dreamer.
Many nights he slept beneath the stars, avoiding more conflicts like the one that ruined his lands and his loves, yet still tormented by dreams of things that had never happened. One night, his dreams took a change, and showed him a path to follow. At the end stood his savoir, an eagle of brown and white.
Awaking the next day, Catalyst chose to follow what he had been shown, and travelled for some time to where you see him now.
The eagle cries - and flies over the dark silhouette of a mustang stallion, wild and free.
T H E C A T A L Y S T
Now I can see my path, and yours. The future resists, but I slip inside. This isn't a dream anymore - its real.
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Yeah, gotta love new characters, fresh from the mind of Kindred c:
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