Post by //.Jazzy on Jan 22, 2009 17:01:05 GMT -5
Faithful Equines
Full Name:Vlad
Nickname:Simply called Vlad
Breed: Arabian x Thouroughbred
Height: 16.3
Gender:Brute
Appearance:Vlad is black as night with equally black eyes. There is not a spot of white on this beast. His hoofs are black and his long mane and full tail are also strickingly black. He is a slim but also storng stallion with a finely chisled head and muscles that ripple along his body. When it comes to fighting his quick feet and hard hoofs get the job done.
Age:8
Personality:If you thought Grave Digger or Nameless were mean well look agian. This stallion has a heart the same color as his coat. And not a single mare could get to it. He thrives on killing and torturing of slaves, free-roamers, and occasionally other masters. Some might think he has a soft spot for foals or mares but they would be mistakin. He doesn't think twice about killing disobeidiant foals whether their foals of slaves or not.
History:His history? Well it started with his mother and father. Both were terrible and cruel forcing even free roamers to do thier bidding. He grew up along side his father, his mother having been killed for sneaking off with another stallion, learning the cruel and terrible ways of his father. When he grew old enough to challenge his father instead of driving his son out, which he couldn't do fore Vlad was to powerful, he killed all of the herd members making sure Vlad didn't get control. Enraged Vlad turned on his father for taking his throne and killed him with out mercy. He didn't feel regret nor did he feel guilt. He only felt the cold hatred that burned in his heart.
Picture: www.equestrianart.com/artwork/black-stallion-th.jpg
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Master ( I understand you can have only 1 master so i am making Demontor a free-roamer)
Nickname:Simply called Vlad
Breed: Arabian x Thouroughbred
Height: 16.3
Gender:Brute
Appearance:Vlad is black as night with equally black eyes. There is not a spot of white on this beast. His hoofs are black and his long mane and full tail are also strickingly black. He is a slim but also storng stallion with a finely chisled head and muscles that ripple along his body. When it comes to fighting his quick feet and hard hoofs get the job done.
Age:8
Personality:If you thought Grave Digger or Nameless were mean well look agian. This stallion has a heart the same color as his coat. And not a single mare could get to it. He thrives on killing and torturing of slaves, free-roamers, and occasionally other masters. Some might think he has a soft spot for foals or mares but they would be mistakin. He doesn't think twice about killing disobeidiant foals whether their foals of slaves or not.
History:His history? Well it started with his mother and father. Both were terrible and cruel forcing even free roamers to do thier bidding. He grew up along side his father, his mother having been killed for sneaking off with another stallion, learning the cruel and terrible ways of his father. When he grew old enough to challenge his father instead of driving his son out, which he couldn't do fore Vlad was to powerful, he killed all of the herd members making sure Vlad didn't get control. Enraged Vlad turned on his father for taking his throne and killed him with out mercy. He didn't feel regret nor did he feel guilt. He only felt the cold hatred that burned in his heart.
Picture: www.equestrianart.com/artwork/black-stallion-th.jpg
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Master ( I understand you can have only 1 master so i am making Demontor a free-roamer)
Relationships
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My accursed calling
Malingo
Shorter, not better
Malice, to those who are especially close which is hardly anyone, Lingo
Age is a thing of irrelevance
6 years
To be precise
Stud
Far above
17 hh
Tainted Blood
Friesian
Accursed Memories
From the moment he was bo...he came forth from his mother's body Malingo was pure evil. His father was a mean bastard, not as cold and heartless as his son though, and he fell inlove with Malingo's mother. They bred, hopeing for a young colt whom they both could love dearly. Month's passed and each fake contraction that the mare had was agonizing pain. Finally it was time for the dark, young foal to be born. Instead of coming out where most foals were supposed to, Malingo tore through his mother's stomach, a gurgling laugh protruding from his blood soaked maw when he heard his mother's pained and panicked screams and wails.
Malingo's mother still did her duty to her son, drying him off while she laid dying before him. Malingo just grinned. He drank her milk and when she died he left her, wandering into his fathers herd. His father had heard his mate's panicked cries and rushed to find a fairly large foal standing beside his dead mother, a hole tore in her side. Figuring it was a cougar attack, ignorant and not wanting to believe it was infact his son, the greiving stallion gave the foal to a mare who was reluctant to help the devil foal. The mare was so reluctant becouse one, she had seen the foal burst from it's mother's womb, and second becouse of his erie blue eyes.
Nontheless the mare took care of the foal and inreturn Malingo bit, scratched, kicked, reared, bucked, and fought with the mare. Even the stallion was begining to be wary of the stallion. So before Malingo was even 3 years old the older stallion ran him from the herd. And all the way Malingo just laughed. Malingo vowed to return though, when he was bigger and stronger, to either kill the poor excuse for a herd or to take it over and rule mercilessly. Malingo grew, surviving meekly on the milk of a kindly doe that had lost it's fawn. Surprisingly it was the only thing Malingo left unscathed. Ever since he hasn't harmed deer and has even been seen once protecting deer from wolves. Then again the wolves had attacked his territory.
Anyways, soon Lingo was strong enough to kill the old, weak stallion that he called his father. When he returned he wasn't welcomed with open arms. Immediatly the older stallion charged Lingo, experience helping him in his aid to drive Lingo out once more. Though he had experience the old stallion was no match for Lingo's supieror strength, speed, and over-all largeness. The fight lasted approximatly five minutes. At the end the older stallion fell to the earth, never to run across the plains again.
Malingo in his maddened state killed most of the herd, starting with the broodmares and the foals. No mare or foal touched by his father would survive. When he ran down a young filly he was shocked when he learned she knew his nickname. 'Lingo' She had said to him in silky soft tones. 'Please Lingo, Don't' Persuaded by the smaller ess Lingo let the mare travel with him. For three years they grew closer together and the closer they got the more the hatred for her grew in Malingo.
One night Malingo took the filly out to the meadow on a small walk where the filly thought he was going to 'proclaim his love for her' and ask her to be his mate. Her excitement clouded her judgement and even when Lingo's teeth were barred at her throat her eyes still held excitement while her maw was frozen in fear. Lingo traveled on while his love bleed to death becouse of him.
A few more years later Lingo was even more cruel than he was before. And he was eager to kill. He had learned though to be patient and not everything had to die for his fun. He had learned to pit two horses together and watch as they battled to the death. His sick kind of entertianment. One day while he was entertaining himself a mare who thought she was just as cruel as him approached the large stag. She had her say of words and they must have worked for Lingo was captured by the ess.
To shorten a long story the ess became to close, though this time Lingo did not kill her of hatred but of fear that she was too much like him and that she would get it into her sick mind that he aught to die. Lingo has since then been searching for an Empire worthy of his gaze and praise. It was time to build a herd of strong, sturdy stallions and beautiful, graceful mares worthy of his a...other entertainment. This is how he happened upon these lands.
Mangled Appearance
Contrary to what most would think Malingo is a stunning stud. His 17 hand tall build is laced with gorgeous muscles. He is quite the big boy. His head is the standard large and long of the Friesian breed. He is a heavy build with dark black feathers gracing his large, almost dinner-plate sized hooves. Normally most Friesian's manes are slightly wavy, not so with Malingo. His mane is perfectly striaght, along with his feathers and tail.
Malingo's eyes are actually the oddest part about him. Usually when a darker horses eyes are a blueish color it pretty much means there blind. With Malingo it's not true. His eyes are a startling blue that stands out, giving him the appearance of a dark angel. Not that he really is an angel. Many have thought he was blind, and they foolishly challenged him becouse of it. The poor fools died within five minutes. Malingo's dark black coat is clean, dispite Malingo's refusal to clean it. The ebon steed's black hooves blend in well with his blackened legs and feathers which makes it hard to see the brute in the night. All in all Malingo is a good looking guy, but make no mistake he's a horrid monster on the inside.
Demented or Delusional?
There is a reason his nickname is Malice and more importantly why his name means 'evil one'. He is the definition of evil, sarcastic, demented, cruel, ect. Never once has this stag been kind or lovey dovey with another mare or stag. Twice in his life has he killed a mare who might have become his mate, only for the fact that she was getting to close to him. This one is the king of all Jack.ss's and B.stards. He lives for himself only, placing even foals behind him. If a cougar was attacking a small foal, who mind you would be defensless, Malingo would just sit and watch, occassionally laughing his ass off.
Told you he was mean. His mother knew it from the first time she saw the black mass remove itself from her body, litterally. But that's a story for a different paragraph. Most would think he had a softer interior, seeing as he was known for studying other horses, seeming to care for them only to attack them seconds later for pure fun. Once a lone mare thought it okay to approach him when he was in a foul mood, she never even had the chance to squeal.
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Relationships
Malingo
Shorter, not better
Malice, to those who are especially close which is hardly anyone, Lingo
Age is a thing of irrelevance
6 years
To be precise
Stud
Far above
17 hh
Tainted Blood
Friesian
Accursed Memories
From the moment he was bo...he came forth from his mother's body Malingo was pure evil. His father was a mean bastard, not as cold and heartless as his son though, and he fell inlove with Malingo's mother. They bred, hopeing for a young colt whom they both could love dearly. Month's passed and each fake contraction that the mare had was agonizing pain. Finally it was time for the dark, young foal to be born. Instead of coming out where most foals were supposed to, Malingo tore through his mother's stomach, a gurgling laugh protruding from his blood soaked maw when he heard his mother's pained and panicked screams and wails.
Malingo's mother still did her duty to her son, drying him off while she laid dying before him. Malingo just grinned. He drank her milk and when she died he left her, wandering into his fathers herd. His father had heard his mate's panicked cries and rushed to find a fairly large foal standing beside his dead mother, a hole tore in her side. Figuring it was a cougar attack, ignorant and not wanting to believe it was infact his son, the greiving stallion gave the foal to a mare who was reluctant to help the devil foal. The mare was so reluctant becouse one, she had seen the foal burst from it's mother's womb, and second becouse of his erie blue eyes.
Nontheless the mare took care of the foal and inreturn Malingo bit, scratched, kicked, reared, bucked, and fought with the mare. Even the stallion was begining to be wary of the stallion. So before Malingo was even 3 years old the older stallion ran him from the herd. And all the way Malingo just laughed. Malingo vowed to return though, when he was bigger and stronger, to either kill the poor excuse for a herd or to take it over and rule mercilessly. Malingo grew, surviving meekly on the milk of a kindly doe that had lost it's fawn. Surprisingly it was the only thing Malingo left unscathed. Ever since he hasn't harmed deer and has even been seen once protecting deer from wolves. Then again the wolves had attacked his territory.
Anyways, soon Lingo was strong enough to kill the old, weak stallion that he called his father. When he returned he wasn't welcomed with open arms. Immediatly the older stallion charged Lingo, experience helping him in his aid to drive Lingo out once more. Though he had experience the old stallion was no match for Lingo's supieror strength, speed, and over-all largeness. The fight lasted approximatly five minutes. At the end the older stallion fell to the earth, never to run across the plains again.
Malingo in his maddened state killed most of the herd, starting with the broodmares and the foals. No mare or foal touched by his father would survive. When he ran down a young filly he was shocked when he learned she knew his nickname. 'Lingo' She had said to him in silky soft tones. 'Please Lingo, Don't' Persuaded by the smaller ess Lingo let the mare travel with him. For three years they grew closer together and the closer they got the more the hatred for her grew in Malingo.
One night Malingo took the filly out to the meadow on a small walk where the filly thought he was going to 'proclaim his love for her' and ask her to be his mate. Her excitement clouded her judgement and even when Lingo's teeth were barred at her throat her eyes still held excitement while her maw was frozen in fear. Lingo traveled on while his love bleed to death becouse of him.
A few more years later Lingo was even more cruel than he was before. And he was eager to kill. He had learned though to be patient and not everything had to die for his fun. He had learned to pit two horses together and watch as they battled to the death. His sick kind of entertianment. One day while he was entertaining himself a mare who thought she was just as cruel as him approached the large stag. She had her say of words and they must have worked for Lingo was captured by the ess.
To shorten a long story the ess became to close, though this time Lingo did not kill her of hatred but of fear that she was too much like him and that she would get it into her sick mind that he aught to die. Lingo has since then been searching for an Empire worthy of his gaze and praise. It was time to build a herd of strong, sturdy stallions and beautiful, graceful mares worthy of his a...other entertainment. This is how he happened upon these lands.
Mangled Appearance
Contrary to what most would think Malingo is a stunning stud. His 17 hand tall build is laced with gorgeous muscles. He is quite the big boy. His head is the standard large and long of the Friesian breed. He is a heavy build with dark black feathers gracing his large, almost dinner-plate sized hooves. Normally most Friesian's manes are slightly wavy, not so with Malingo. His mane is perfectly striaght, along with his feathers and tail.
Malingo's eyes are actually the oddest part about him. Usually when a darker horses eyes are a blueish color it pretty much means there blind. With Malingo it's not true. His eyes are a startling blue that stands out, giving him the appearance of a dark angel. Not that he really is an angel. Many have thought he was blind, and they foolishly challenged him becouse of it. The poor fools died within five minutes. Malingo's dark black coat is clean, dispite Malingo's refusal to clean it. The ebon steed's black hooves blend in well with his blackened legs and feathers which makes it hard to see the brute in the night. All in all Malingo is a good looking guy, but make no mistake he's a horrid monster on the inside.
Demented or Delusional?
There is a reason his nickname is Malice and more importantly why his name means 'evil one'. He is the definition of evil, sarcastic, demented, cruel, ect. Never once has this stag been kind or lovey dovey with another mare or stag. Twice in his life has he killed a mare who might have become his mate, only for the fact that she was getting to close to him. This one is the king of all Jack.ss's and B.stards. He lives for himself only, placing even foals behind him. If a cougar was attacking a small foal, who mind you would be defensless, Malingo would just sit and watch, occassionally laughing his ass off.
Told you he was mean. His mother knew it from the first time she saw the black mass remove itself from her body, litterally. But that's a story for a different paragraph. Most would think he had a softer interior, seeing as he was known for studying other horses, seeming to care for them only to attack them seconds later for pure fun. Once a lone mare thought it okay to approach him when he was in a foul mood, she never even had the chance to squeal.
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Relationships
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Once Given
Intrepido
Forever Known
Sabio
Tainted Blood
Quariesian*
Stood Tall
17.0**
Measly
Hellion
Mangy,yet attractive
Because of his Quarter horse blood he has wide hindquarters and powerful, well developed muscles. Because of his Freisian blood he has a long, broad face and a slimmer back with a long mane and tail. He has small feathers upon his legs but his feet are on the smallish side but sturdy. He has small nicely shaped ears and smart, intellegent eyes that betray his emotions. His pelt is a shiny black and no other markings marr his coat. No matter what he says he is an attractive stag, even when dirty.
So young, so wise
3 years
Deep in my heart
One might mistake this young stag as a dumb, foolish equine that wouldn't know left from right unless told. He may not physically show he understands or show emotion but his eyes betray his emotions and his intelligence. He rarely disobeys a command, not becouse he wants to serve a master but becouse he has learned quickly not to disobey. He is a delight to talk to becouse he knows what he's talking about and he also acts twice his age. He hardly lies about anything except his name, Intrepido (which means fearless in Spanish) He tells only his nickname Sabio which means Wise in spanish.
Listen Closely
Sabio has gone through alot and that's what makes him different from the younger equines. He is more of an adult than most of the adult equines out there, simply becouse of his mind and what he has gone through. Sabio was born into a larger herd where the event of a foal being born was normal and not praised or even recognized by anyone but the lead stallion and it was only for the purpose to keep a check on the population. Sabio's mother was an older dam who had gone through many season's of foal birthing. As Sabio became one his dam died of an illness and no one mourned or seemed to care. Sabio became friends with a little filly who was used as the toy for the stag's in the herd.
After they turned two Sabio decided to run away with the filly, fed up with the other stags beating on her. He promised to protect the filly and was short tempered and mean to those who wanted to hurt her. Days went by and after half a year they were found. Luckily Sabio had a quick mind or he would have perished with the foolish filly. The filly thought Sabio was going to protect her so she ran her mouth, the stronger stallions held Sabio back as he fought viciously to get to the filly. It was to no avail. Once the deed was done one of the stags turned to Sabio and asked if he would go willingly or if they had to kill him too. Sabio went willingly, after all he saw in that half a year he had wisened up and they took him to the auction rock. In the next half a year he would learn even more, and become who he is today.
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Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming?
Slave
Loyal Canines
Full Name:
Yukimoriko
Nickname:
Yuki
Breed:
Artic X Grey wolf
Height:
28 inches
Gender:
Femme
Appearance:
Yuki is a pure white wolf with rather large paws. She is slim and sleek, well fed, dispite her slave status. She is powerful and athletic. She has clear light blue eyes. She has an interesting mark upon her forhead. A patch of black fur, making up a circle with two lines going through it, one up and down the other side to side. Her mother had this mark under her belly.
Age:
4 years
Personality:
Yuki is a smart, classy, and brilliant young wolfess. She was from royal decent but fell off her throne quickly. She yearns to be respected and treated as she should be but unfortunatly fate has been harsh. She listens well but never looks submissive. She looks masters in the eye and tells them if she dislikes the things they make her do. Though she does them regardless of what she says.
History:Yuki was born from two Alpha's son and daughter. The daughter from a rival pack. The two wolves thought if they mated the two packs would join together and Yuki would rule the two packs. Unfortunatly fate had other ideas.
The minute Yuki was born both packs fought bitterly. Yuki's mother and father were disgraced but small little Yuki was not. Why she wasn't isn't certain but both pack Alpha's took a liking to thier granddaughter. One Alpha was soon killed in a dominance fight and The other pack decided it was time to act. While Yuki's mother's pack was getting used to the new Alpha Yuki's father's pack came and almost destroyed them.
A great war was held and in the end only a few from each pack remained along with Yuki. Taking the survivor's Yuki, who was 2 by then, started the pack her mother and father had wanted. Still young and inexpieranced a group of masters came and killed the wolves and took Yuki. Yuki had been passed down from master to master, each thinking she was a great prize.
Picture:
Coming
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming?
Slave
Yukimoriko
Nickname:
Yuki
Breed:
Artic X Grey wolf
Height:
28 inches
Gender:
Femme
Appearance:
Yuki is a pure white wolf with rather large paws. She is slim and sleek, well fed, dispite her slave status. She is powerful and athletic. She has clear light blue eyes. She has an interesting mark upon her forhead. A patch of black fur, making up a circle with two lines going through it, one up and down the other side to side. Her mother had this mark under her belly.
Age:
4 years
Personality:
Yuki is a smart, classy, and brilliant young wolfess. She was from royal decent but fell off her throne quickly. She yearns to be respected and treated as she should be but unfortunatly fate has been harsh. She listens well but never looks submissive. She looks masters in the eye and tells them if she dislikes the things they make her do. Though she does them regardless of what she says.
History:Yuki was born from two Alpha's son and daughter. The daughter from a rival pack. The two wolves thought if they mated the two packs would join together and Yuki would rule the two packs. Unfortunatly fate had other ideas.
The minute Yuki was born both packs fought bitterly. Yuki's mother and father were disgraced but small little Yuki was not. Why she wasn't isn't certain but both pack Alpha's took a liking to thier granddaughter. One Alpha was soon killed in a dominance fight and The other pack decided it was time to act. While Yuki's mother's pack was getting used to the new Alpha Yuki's father's pack came and almost destroyed them.
A great war was held and in the end only a few from each pack remained along with Yuki. Taking the survivor's Yuki, who was 2 by then, started the pack her mother and father had wanted. Still young and inexpieranced a group of masters came and killed the wolves and took Yuki. Yuki had been passed down from master to master, each thinking she was a great prize.
Picture:
Coming
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming?
Slave