Post by allisunn on Jul 2, 2009 15:04:56 GMT -5
Points Of Authority
Name: Fate
Age: 2
Gender:filly
Breed: arabianxXxAkhal Teke
Alliance:Dark
Breaking The Habits
Markings: Of course she has scars. This filly is a deranged phyco path. Iv'e always played her as an older mare, but Iv'e never been down and dirty in her fate-ful past. She has scars all over her body though thick grey coats cover them all. Bruises are on her body all the tie becuase she continues to hurt herself. She has a small blaze and three socks.
Appearance: I'm not so good at this but 'll try. She stands at 14/2 hands, so she is a very petite mare. But she is strong. Thick, ropey muscles course her body and she looks much older then her young age of two. She has well defined hooves that have covered many miles of soft and hard ground d and running for long distances. She has a thin torso and long legs. Her tail touches the ground and it is tangled and unkempt.
Height: 14.2 hands
Personality: She acts very strange around other horses. She has two voices in her head, Dogge and Vampire, they have a goal from the devil hiimself to try and kill her. She tried to hide it but she cant as she turns much older becuase she begins to have fits.
Leave Out All The Rest
History: I shall start before the deadly date that I was born. Oh, what an awful day... Any way. Me mother was a young mare. A full bred Arabian. She was the darkest of black, with no other color sent 'pon her decorated bod. She was a beauty with her sculpted head, her eyes large and her neck just so. She had fallen for me cruel father, so kind in his young, seducing days. She fell fer the terrible brute almost immediately, and like all others, she was in his disastrous herd within moments.
Me father was a desolate brujo named... Brujo. He was a strong stallion, an Akhal Teke, him with his tubular, tall body, his golden, spectacular coat. His white mane so sweet and calm as it flowed while he galloped so tremendously fast. Me mother and father never, or didn't reproduce but twice. The first was for me sister, Anayallisia. A beautiful littte filly. She didn't last due to a disease that I never got. She looked exactly like me father, but was all out of line and balance. She indeed was not beautiful.
The next time they eloped, I was formed. I was a late child, and me mother had a terrible time getting me out, one for my father, the other because of me size. It was raining heavily that night. The moon was missing and me father's dagger stood closely to me mother's shakin' head as she pushed contraction after contraction. You will have my son! He shrieked into her ear. I'm trying! She cried out, pushing. Me head formed out, Me head was the darkest of blacks, and I had a blaze 'pon me forehead like me father. What an embarrassment. After a few long moment, I was out. All I heard was screaming and y mother pleading wiht the viscous stallion.
Suddenly there was a crunching, cracking noise, then blood was covering me shaking, wet, clod body. You can rot. He spat. I whimpered as he galloped off. I understood nothing, nothing came to mind as tear formed at me eyes. It was a nasty sight. So many horses piled in areas unknown to me. The smell of death forming around me mother. I knew it was her, but he skull was crushed. Come m'dear. I jumped at the sound. Looking around as me body shook, I saw an old chestnut mare standing over me. She was old, and there stood a colt a few days older then me. He looked inquisitively, but said nothing. I stood and the mare let me nurse 'pon her swollen teats. The colt, jealous, but said nothing.
Soon, we became friends. Siblings since I was adopted by this angel. She had given me the curse of Fate. She had said that was what had kept me father from killing me as well. But I was already going crazy. I saw things in me mind, scary, terrifying things. She told me not to worry, they would be gone, but the things had names. One was a bat named Vampire, the other, seemingly my mother, but it was male, and his name was Dogge, he was the mastermind behind y death, which won't come till much later.
It wasn't until I was nearly 14 months old. Me father entered the small cave we were staying in. He had stolen the small quarter mare from a stallion. He hadn't seen me, or hadn't recognized me until that day. I had begun to look exactly like me mother had, and me father knew me mother. He saw me, then he looked at the mare, who blinked and nodded. He rushed at her with such a wrath. I tried to help, but to no avail. She shoved me out the cave and the Colt, whose name was Arachnid. He was a full quarter horse. "We have to go." He said in his deep reassuring voice.
The mare whinnied, telling us to go faster. We stopped and looked back. She was almost seventeen, and she was week from the many years of child birth. But she was still somewhat fiery. She screamed at us as we watched he rear and they clashed. We yelled and took off, heading what she said. We galloped until we were out of the terre, only until night fall did we return. She's dead, isn't she Arachnid. I whimpered. I loved the ol mare as much as my brother and my late mother. He didn't say anything. We snuck through the lands at a quick and silent gallop, Crying out lowly when we saw her.
She was completely mangled from head to hoof. Her head was twisted back, and when I moved it, she was smiling, and a sentence seemed to have formed on her lips. Arachnid told me to leave. I argued but he said he had a debt to settle. We had an argueing match, but he won and chased me out of the cave until I safely ran away, I was a demon of speed, so I was back in the trees in a matter of minutes. I haven't heard nor seen anything of Arachnid, therefore something in me gut says he failed in revenge, but I had three forces driveing me to kill the horse that had taken so much from me, and one day I will kill him. Weather it the last theing me body can do or not.[/size]
I have had this mare for so long and I know he very well. Vivace is brand new, thats why im having such a hard time with her lol and I havehardly played wind, but Ill get to it on all three.
Name: Fate
Age: 2
Gender:filly
Breed: arabianxXxAkhal Teke
Alliance:Dark
Breaking The Habits
Markings: Of course she has scars. This filly is a deranged phyco path. Iv'e always played her as an older mare, but Iv'e never been down and dirty in her fate-ful past. She has scars all over her body though thick grey coats cover them all. Bruises are on her body all the tie becuase she continues to hurt herself. She has a small blaze and three socks.
Appearance: I'm not so good at this but 'll try. She stands at 14/2 hands, so she is a very petite mare. But she is strong. Thick, ropey muscles course her body and she looks much older then her young age of two. She has well defined hooves that have covered many miles of soft and hard ground d and running for long distances. She has a thin torso and long legs. Her tail touches the ground and it is tangled and unkempt.
Height: 14.2 hands
Personality: She acts very strange around other horses. She has two voices in her head, Dogge and Vampire, they have a goal from the devil hiimself to try and kill her. She tried to hide it but she cant as she turns much older becuase she begins to have fits.
Leave Out All The Rest
History: I shall start before the deadly date that I was born. Oh, what an awful day... Any way. Me mother was a young mare. A full bred Arabian. She was the darkest of black, with no other color sent 'pon her decorated bod. She was a beauty with her sculpted head, her eyes large and her neck just so. She had fallen for me cruel father, so kind in his young, seducing days. She fell fer the terrible brute almost immediately, and like all others, she was in his disastrous herd within moments.
Me father was a desolate brujo named... Brujo. He was a strong stallion, an Akhal Teke, him with his tubular, tall body, his golden, spectacular coat. His white mane so sweet and calm as it flowed while he galloped so tremendously fast. Me mother and father never, or didn't reproduce but twice. The first was for me sister, Anayallisia. A beautiful littte filly. She didn't last due to a disease that I never got. She looked exactly like me father, but was all out of line and balance. She indeed was not beautiful.
The next time they eloped, I was formed. I was a late child, and me mother had a terrible time getting me out, one for my father, the other because of me size. It was raining heavily that night. The moon was missing and me father's dagger stood closely to me mother's shakin' head as she pushed contraction after contraction. You will have my son! He shrieked into her ear. I'm trying! She cried out, pushing. Me head formed out, Me head was the darkest of blacks, and I had a blaze 'pon me forehead like me father. What an embarrassment. After a few long moment, I was out. All I heard was screaming and y mother pleading wiht the viscous stallion.
Suddenly there was a crunching, cracking noise, then blood was covering me shaking, wet, clod body. You can rot. He spat. I whimpered as he galloped off. I understood nothing, nothing came to mind as tear formed at me eyes. It was a nasty sight. So many horses piled in areas unknown to me. The smell of death forming around me mother. I knew it was her, but he skull was crushed. Come m'dear. I jumped at the sound. Looking around as me body shook, I saw an old chestnut mare standing over me. She was old, and there stood a colt a few days older then me. He looked inquisitively, but said nothing. I stood and the mare let me nurse 'pon her swollen teats. The colt, jealous, but said nothing.
Soon, we became friends. Siblings since I was adopted by this angel. She had given me the curse of Fate. She had said that was what had kept me father from killing me as well. But I was already going crazy. I saw things in me mind, scary, terrifying things. She told me not to worry, they would be gone, but the things had names. One was a bat named Vampire, the other, seemingly my mother, but it was male, and his name was Dogge, he was the mastermind behind y death, which won't come till much later.
It wasn't until I was nearly 14 months old. Me father entered the small cave we were staying in. He had stolen the small quarter mare from a stallion. He hadn't seen me, or hadn't recognized me until that day. I had begun to look exactly like me mother had, and me father knew me mother. He saw me, then he looked at the mare, who blinked and nodded. He rushed at her with such a wrath. I tried to help, but to no avail. She shoved me out the cave and the Colt, whose name was Arachnid. He was a full quarter horse. "We have to go." He said in his deep reassuring voice.
The mare whinnied, telling us to go faster. We stopped and looked back. She was almost seventeen, and she was week from the many years of child birth. But she was still somewhat fiery. She screamed at us as we watched he rear and they clashed. We yelled and took off, heading what she said. We galloped until we were out of the terre, only until night fall did we return. She's dead, isn't she Arachnid. I whimpered. I loved the ol mare as much as my brother and my late mother. He didn't say anything. We snuck through the lands at a quick and silent gallop, Crying out lowly when we saw her.
She was completely mangled from head to hoof. Her head was twisted back, and when I moved it, she was smiling, and a sentence seemed to have formed on her lips. Arachnid told me to leave. I argued but he said he had a debt to settle. We had an argueing match, but he won and chased me out of the cave until I safely ran away, I was a demon of speed, so I was back in the trees in a matter of minutes. I haven't heard nor seen anything of Arachnid, therefore something in me gut says he failed in revenge, but I had three forces driveing me to kill the horse that had taken so much from me, and one day I will kill him. Weather it the last theing me body can do or not.[/size]
I have had this mare for so long and I know he very well. Vivace is brand new, thats why im having such a hard time with her lol and I havehardly played wind, but Ill get to it on all three.
