Post by Redrum on Jul 21, 2012 16:42:26 GMT -7
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Secret word: lightbulb
Name: Redrum
Age: 6 years
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Stallion
Coat Color: Sorrel/Chestnut
Markings: A blaze, a sock on his right foreleg, a sock on his right hindleg and a pastern on his left foreleg
Mane: Chestnut
Tail: Chestnut
Eye Color: Mahogany
Height: 15.3 HH
Deformities: None
Mental disorders: None
Personality: Calm and protective on the outside, this stallion can actually be very violent too if someone is threatening him or those he considers friends. He hides a soft spot deep inside his heart for foals and even though he puts a hard to get exterior on, Redrum really does want to settle down, find a herdland, and have a family of his own. He won’t hesitate to jump into a fight, but when he fights he doesn’t try to hurt the other to the point where they wish they were dead, but just enough that they know he’s not joking. It’s also not uncommon to see him surveying the surroundings from a high point. Every part the born leader.
History: Born to a pair of feral horses, Redrum had an…interesting foalhood. He did not receive his name until he was three years old. He received it from his mother when they saw a young coyote, that looked in good health but the minute its dark eyes fell on her son the coyote yowled in pain, ran a few steps and collapsed…dead. The mare looked to her son. Then she pinned her towers and screeched at him, YOU ARE MURDER INCARNATE!!!!!!!! YOU SHALL HENCHFOURTH BE KNOWN AS REDRUM!!!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! Shock, the youngster stepped away from his mother, met his father’s gaze and bolted.
It took him another two years to realize what his name really was. When it hit him he was afraid to even try and make friends or have a relationship, even though he wanted to so badly that it hurt. He had to learn how to live alone and he did and he was quite good at it too. He lead a band of bachelor stallions for the next two years, and now he is here, where he intends to try and start over new and prove that he is the exact opposite of his namesake.
RP Example: I’d been wandering for a very long time and just as I was getting ready to collapse, my daggers found purchase on grass. I flared my nares a little and I smelled water and foliage and…emptiness. There were old ruins of tee-pees and other gathering areas. I tossed my chestnut dial upward and then continued forward into this terra. I needed to explore and see what I could find. The sun gleamed brightly off my chestnut pelt, warming and caressing my chassis with those warm fingers. It was…comforting. I exchanged my meandering walk for an easy lope as I wandered through the grass toward the forest.
As I stepped into the forest the warmth from the sun started to fade a little but the cool within the cover of the foliage was pretty comfortable. As I trotted between the trees I heard a deep rumbling of water and I paused to listen a moment, debating which direction it was coming from then I figured it out. I pivoted slightly to my left and picked up my pace again moving toward the roaring water. A sight befitting a Lord met my mahoghany gaze. A lagoon, of the prettiest azure, filled my pools. The waterfall was crystal clear and I tossed my dial again.
Then I stepped into the water, it was cool, but not icy. It felt good on my sore pillars. I stood calmly in the lagoon until I decided to continue my explorations. The songs of the forest birds and the occasional scream from a wild cat rang out. This was my kind of place. I opened my voids and searched out a high point. As I scanned, I saw a cliff above the waterfall and knew that was where I was supposed to be. I stepped out of the lagoon and searched for a way upward. Behind a curtain of vines there was a path. I would share it with none but my love.
I ascended the path and soon I was at the point that I wanted to be at. I felt the breeze tugging on my tassels and banner and breathed deep of the air. Then I reared up, balancing all my weight on my hid pillars and parted my maw, my muzzle in the air. A very loud, very authoritative neigh was released and silenced the nearby creatures. I had called a claim to the land known as The Ruins. When my cry had faded into the distance I came back down and stood on the cliff top for a few minutes before descending my point and stepping back into the lagoon. I looked back toward the waterfall and figured it was hiding a secret, but I’d find that out the next day, for now I wanted to rest in the meadow and see if any would challenge my claim.
What did you think of the rules: Optional.
Where did you find us: Optional.
Anything we can change/make better: Optional.
What would you like to be called: Redrum, Blackmoon or JJ
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Secret word: lightbulb
Name: Redrum
Age: 6 years
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Stallion
Coat Color: Sorrel/Chestnut
Markings: A blaze, a sock on his right foreleg, a sock on his right hindleg and a pastern on his left foreleg
Mane: Chestnut
Tail: Chestnut
Eye Color: Mahogany
Height: 15.3 HH
Deformities: None
Mental disorders: None
Personality: Calm and protective on the outside, this stallion can actually be very violent too if someone is threatening him or those he considers friends. He hides a soft spot deep inside his heart for foals and even though he puts a hard to get exterior on, Redrum really does want to settle down, find a herdland, and have a family of his own. He won’t hesitate to jump into a fight, but when he fights he doesn’t try to hurt the other to the point where they wish they were dead, but just enough that they know he’s not joking. It’s also not uncommon to see him surveying the surroundings from a high point. Every part the born leader.
History: Born to a pair of feral horses, Redrum had an…interesting foalhood. He did not receive his name until he was three years old. He received it from his mother when they saw a young coyote, that looked in good health but the minute its dark eyes fell on her son the coyote yowled in pain, ran a few steps and collapsed…dead. The mare looked to her son. Then she pinned her towers and screeched at him, YOU ARE MURDER INCARNATE!!!!!!!! YOU SHALL HENCHFOURTH BE KNOWN AS REDRUM!!!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!! Shock, the youngster stepped away from his mother, met his father’s gaze and bolted.
It took him another two years to realize what his name really was. When it hit him he was afraid to even try and make friends or have a relationship, even though he wanted to so badly that it hurt. He had to learn how to live alone and he did and he was quite good at it too. He lead a band of bachelor stallions for the next two years, and now he is here, where he intends to try and start over new and prove that he is the exact opposite of his namesake.
RP Example: I’d been wandering for a very long time and just as I was getting ready to collapse, my daggers found purchase on grass. I flared my nares a little and I smelled water and foliage and…emptiness. There were old ruins of tee-pees and other gathering areas. I tossed my chestnut dial upward and then continued forward into this terra. I needed to explore and see what I could find. The sun gleamed brightly off my chestnut pelt, warming and caressing my chassis with those warm fingers. It was…comforting. I exchanged my meandering walk for an easy lope as I wandered through the grass toward the forest.
As I stepped into the forest the warmth from the sun started to fade a little but the cool within the cover of the foliage was pretty comfortable. As I trotted between the trees I heard a deep rumbling of water and I paused to listen a moment, debating which direction it was coming from then I figured it out. I pivoted slightly to my left and picked up my pace again moving toward the roaring water. A sight befitting a Lord met my mahoghany gaze. A lagoon, of the prettiest azure, filled my pools. The waterfall was crystal clear and I tossed my dial again.
Then I stepped into the water, it was cool, but not icy. It felt good on my sore pillars. I stood calmly in the lagoon until I decided to continue my explorations. The songs of the forest birds and the occasional scream from a wild cat rang out. This was my kind of place. I opened my voids and searched out a high point. As I scanned, I saw a cliff above the waterfall and knew that was where I was supposed to be. I stepped out of the lagoon and searched for a way upward. Behind a curtain of vines there was a path. I would share it with none but my love.
I ascended the path and soon I was at the point that I wanted to be at. I felt the breeze tugging on my tassels and banner and breathed deep of the air. Then I reared up, balancing all my weight on my hid pillars and parted my maw, my muzzle in the air. A very loud, very authoritative neigh was released and silenced the nearby creatures. I had called a claim to the land known as The Ruins. When my cry had faded into the distance I came back down and stood on the cliff top for a few minutes before descending my point and stepping back into the lagoon. I looked back toward the waterfall and figured it was hiding a secret, but I’d find that out the next day, for now I wanted to rest in the meadow and see if any would challenge my claim.
What did you think of the rules: Optional.
Where did you find us: Optional.
Anything we can change/make better: Optional.
What would you like to be called: Redrum, Blackmoon or JJ
Read more: amazinghorseherds.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=drngnfh&action=display&thread=416#ixzz21JEQ5Np5
