Post by Kcx on Jun 10, 2009 20:29:35 GMT -5
Points Of Authority
Name: Spite
Nick Name: None Yet.
Age: Six
Breed: Friesian
Alliance: Neutral
Breaking The Habits
Color: Black
Markings: He does have a white diamond on his forehead, symbolizing that his mother was a white Friesian. He also has a scar that seems to go right through his left eye.
Appearance: Spite mainly usualy looks managled half the time. His sides usually bears scares; since he was alwyas on the run, he always got attacked by something at sometime or another. He always seems proud of them for some reason. He's very muscular, which somehow always attracts the mares, thinking they'll have great foals and he'll protect them from anything. He's very tall for his breed, too. Most are suprised at this, knowing some Friesians can be smaller than what he truely appears to be. Mpst ignore his, though, not wanting to be messed with him because of his size and wounds. Well, they must not know his true personality, looking at only his scars and mangled appearance, along with his bulkyness.
Height: 16.3 HH
Personality: Spite is what you would call a true loner. He dosen't like other company what so ever, and is considered an outcast because of his past. He tries to ignore what ever speech possible, and tends to stand on the side lines when he's around other horses. He keeps to himself, trying not to let anyone into his past when they try to talk to him. It anoyys him all the time, other Equines trying to envade his space and personal life. But you know what? He deals with it. And to him, so should you.
Leave Out All The Rest
History: It all started when Spite was barely five months old. He still needed his mother that young, being born not too long ago. Both his mother and father were the leads of a very powerful horse herd. His mother, a rare white friesian, had came from a horrible place where she was abused and such before coming to his father's her, where she soon found love. But that didn't matter to Spite. He was loved, and that was all that counted. He had plenty of friends, both young and old. He had plenty of food and water. Enough space to run around in. A great father that loved him dearly, unlike some of the rest. Yes, he thought he had the good life, one of those rare ones. But soon, that all ended in tragity.
A rouge stallion came into the herd, only a few hours before it was to rain. He was brown, and had many scars across his body, symbolizing that he had been in many battles and had proven him self worthy. Just as any other lead stallion, Spite's father went into defence mode, pawning the ground and flaring his nostrls. Spite stayed at a distance, hiding behind his mother with all the other horses. He had a gut feeling his father would win this one. He jusr knew it. But he seemed wrong.
The rouge was there in a flash, kicking and lashing and biting. Few stallions went to help his father while the others tried to drive the rest of the herd away. Spite wanted to stay. He had to stay. To help his father. He easily escaped the precence of his mother, getting out of the stampede. He stood severl yards away from the fight, many stallions some how wounded. And there, to his anguish and fright, it happend: the stallion attacked his father one last time, knocking his father over. The worst thing was that, even though Spite called and called to him, his father never did return to his feet to fight on as he always did in a mjor battle.
Someone - never knew who, exactly - was able to turn him away as he cried tears of sadness. Soon the rouge took over the herd, chasing away all stallions and colts who would and could appose him. And for a victory, he tried to kill Spite while he was still young, chasing the young colt as he ran into the blinding rain. Spite knew that his mother could do nother to help him. He was doomed to be killed off. He escaped luckily, but with a scarred left eye. Many stallions of the herd who wanted to keep their home hid out in the nearby forest, planning on how to over throw the rouge. Many older stallions, though, left with the younger and defenselss colts, knowing it would be pointless to try and fight off that powerful of a stallion. Spite stayed behind, many stallions promising that when they won that he would get his spot as lead when he grew older. But he never got a chance. All were hurt or wounded. Many slaughtered where they stood.
Soon, the survivers went on their seperate ways, leaving Spite to fend for himself. They knew he still needed his mother, and that he couldn't survive, anyway. With one last look, Spite off running with tears. He swore he'd never find another herd of his own. he ddin't want his life taken like his father's. He didn't want to loose it all. So for many years, he traeled alone and heart broken, becoming a rouge like the one who killed his father. He forcebred mares, making sure they were pregnat before heading off and leaving them to take care of his young. Many called him a monster, others, the devil. Most thought he didn't have a heart. When it came to choosing sides, he didn't choose either Light nor Dark, not wanting to get in the major conflict of it all. But it depends on what you think to him.
Will you be able to sooth this savage beast?[/size][/color]