Post by Moon Princess on Jun 14, 2009 4:26:52 GMT -5
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fear DEATH itself
I have seen 6 winters go by
I am allied to the dark side
I stand 15.2 hands tall
I was born a stallion
I have two scars given to me by my b*****d father
I am of brumby breeding
Never cross me, as I might just have to kill you. Never betray me, or I might just have to break your neck. Steal my mares, and you’re dead. They’re mine to do as I will. I might, if you’re lucky, let you live. But, that’s unlikely. I take after my father, you know. He was a good role model for any dark brute, a good father for an aspiring dark stallion. But he was violent. Which I learnt from him. Give your mares and subjects any leeway or freedom, and they turn on you like flies on a rotting carcass. So you have to rule with an iron fist, let them know who’s boss. That’s what I believe.
My coat is of a shining shade of ebony black, as are my banners, which hang low, just above the ground. My left orb is flaming red, my right a dazzling blue. A handsome fellow, I might just add. My tresses reach the ground, and my hooves are, stained a slight greying silver. The scar which my father gave me when I fought him is upon my left shoulder. The lines that make up the scar seem to shine in the dark. The scar is visible even to the almost blind, a white patch against the nightmare black of my pelt. A scar across my red eye finishes the list of blemishes. But I do not think of them as blemishes. Rather, reminders of my defeat at the hands of my father. The eye with the scar still works, though.
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