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Post by Warrie on Jul 21, 2012 5:57:11 GMT -7
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Lady Gypsy~Gypsy Vanner~Black~Tobiano~Blue~3 Years~15.2hh~
Boa~Thoroughbred~Black~Blue~3 years~16.2hh~Loner~
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Post by Warrie on Jul 21, 2012 6:00:57 GMT -7
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Name: Lady black.
Breed: Gypsy vanner.
Age: 3 years old.
Gender: Mare.
Pelt Color: Black tobiano.
Mane and Tail color: Black and white.
Eye Color: Ice Blue.
Markings: Apron face.
Height: 15.2hh.
Personality:
Lady black heart is colder then the coldest day of winter, because she loves to watch others wither in pain. She more so loves being the cause of their pain. If she sees a smaller animal, like a deer, rabbit, chip munk, ect she will chase after it and kill it if she gets the chance. Especially if it gets to close, she is very aggressive toward almost everything, even foals, if she comes across alone foal there is a good chance she will kill it. She hates foal, unless they carry her blood within them. Her own kin is the only others she ever shows love for. She is quite stuck up, looking down any everything weaker then her. She is overly sarcastic and almost every little thing that come out is sarcasm or something mean/ rude.She loves pain and tends to do whatever she can to start a fight with another equine. If they beat her she treats them with respect, though she will still be very sarcastic with them, just to feel pain again. She absolutely loves being pushed around and told what to do, though she always back talks, she enjoys them making her do it anyways.
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Lady black was born into a very high ranking family, her father lead stallion, and mother lead mare. She was the first daughter born out of six. Her mother was joyed when she was born, finally a filly was born into a family made up of only males. Of course they had other horses in the herd, but only Lady's full blooded family matter, the others were mere toys that could be disposed of at any given time. Lady's mother trained her how to treat others with the up most disrespect unless the proved they deserved it be beating her. "You fight with all your might, always. It's your first priority, to become the strongest horse around so others respect you." Her mother used to tell her quite often. he always took her mothers words to heart, because she knew that her mother was right. Greatness only come with power, and making other cower before you. By the time she was a yearling she had made as demented and cruel as her parents, watching them fight and badly injure, or kill others always sent a thrill down her spine. She swore to herself that when she was older and actually able to go on the hunt with them. The hunt was an event her father had made up, they would go and raid other herds, and taking the mares, killing anyone who got in their way. During the raids one horse would stand off and count how many each horse killed, and at the end of the raid whoever killed the most won. They didn't get a prize nor did they want one, because the tilt of being the champion of the raids was more then enough for them. As she aged onto three years old, she was finally able to go the the raid. She had a blast won, though she focused on mainly killing she still got a few mares to surrender over to them as well. Shortly after the raid, Lady decided it was time for her to go her own way. Her parents bid her farewell and wished her lick on her travels.
Herd: Waldhelm
Rank: Lead mare
Friends: None
Enemies: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None
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Post by Warrie on Jul 21, 2012 6:06:11 GMT -7
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Name: Constricting Boa.
Breed: Thoroughbred.
Age: 3 years.
Gender: Stallion.
Pelt Color: Black.
Mane and Tail color: Black.
Eye Color: Blue.
Markings: ~~.
Height: 16.2hh.
Personality:
Constricting Boa is cares for no one. He doesn't feel anything for anyone, not friends not his parents no one. Most would assume hes a dark because when first meeting him he's not the nicest, actually there is a good chance he won't say a damn thing to you, and if he does it might be a retort like 'what do you want?' or along those lines. Unless you ask him a direct question, and even then there is a chance he won't answer or he might just walk away from you. Once one actually gets him talking, they will find out he's actually not as mean as he lets them believe. He tends to stare at anyone around him, not with curiosity, or feelings but just because he does, there is really no reason for it. He has never felt anything for anyone, except once in his life. It might change if he meets the right mare, though it won't be easy cause he has shut love out of his life.
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Boa was born a loner, with his mother who was a mute. His mother was such a sweet mare, he treated him with love and care, he thought he was like all other foals. Only being around their mother because they needed them for milk and protection. Once after he turned 3 months old, his mother took him to a meadow filled with nothing but mares and foals, and seeing the love that both mother and foal shared he learned that he was different then any foal their. They all loved their mothers, looking up to them to teach them the ways of life but he felt nothing for his, in fact he realized he felt nothing for no one, not even his father who he noticed was never around, he couldn't have cared less about his father not being around. One day out in the meadow he met a little filly name, Lilly. She intrigued him with the way she carried herself like she was the most special filly around, he stuck around the filly mainly because she would nag him until he did follow her. After a year of going to the meadow, he no longer stuck around his mother but he did find himself feeling alone without her so he sometime stuck around her, after all she didn't nag him with talking. He was starting to learn the feeling of love for Lilly, he found himself excited to see her everyday, he would stand and watch the sun go down knowing that when the sun came up again he would be able to see her again. After another year had passed, he was on his second year of life, he decided he was going to tell her who he felt, but once he entered the meadow she was all over another stallion, and when he trotted over to tell the stallion to back off, she acted like she had no idea who he was, making up things and saying he stalked her threatening to hurt her. Boa and the other stallion were then thrown into battle, Boa lost in the end. Limping away badly injured, he left the meadow that day and never looked back. Another year past and he felt more empty then he ever had in his life, his leg still ached from time to time usually after running or walking for to long or after fighting, which he did a lot of now. He was now completely alone and starting to think he should keep it that way.
Herd: None
Rank: Loner
Friends: None
Enemies: None
Mate: None
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