Post by *Mourning Sorrows* on Jul 2, 2009 10:22:48 GMT -8
Name:Lycan
Lycanthropy
It is your only option...
Gender:
Steed
Age:
18 years of age
For I am long-standing...
Breed:
Andalusian
Height: 15.7 hh
And powerful...
Herd:
Ramadi // Lead Stallion
Appearance:
Lycanthropy. A large and powerful beast of beauty. He is large, as is for his breed. Being an Andalusian in the desert can be difficult. Due to his bigger stature, he must normally find shade. His legs are the things that make him look so imposing. They are long, but they are pretty well proportioned to his body. His long appendages make him agile and althetic, if not fast, even for his old age.
His head is large, and his face has a straight/Roman-nosed profile. Long legs that support him are muscular and strong, but not wiry in any way. His body is strong and deep, but he cannot be considered fat. The shoulders on his body are well musceled. Lycanthropy's hindquarters are broad and his tail is set low, but it is always carried high. Like the rest of his breed, he was bred for beauty, grace, and proud power.
The coat that Lycanthropy wears is gray in color, and it seems to be graying more with age. When he was younger, his coat appeared to be a stunning white. And, if you looked at it for too long, it was like you were being snow-blinded. His mane and tail are a gorgeous white color. His muzzle and eyes really kept him from being classified as an albino when he was young. The gray color of his muzzle and the brown color in his eyes interject his gray-white fur. His hooves are what is known as white, even though they look more tan in color.
As for scars, he doesn't acquire them well. Minor wounds seem to heal up fast, but deep wounds present a problem. He does have a few deep wound scars that are visible only if you look hard. There is one on his left side, just below his off leg. It stretches from the joint down his ribcage. It stops about half way down the ribs. He acquired it from his rouge days while fighting off a band of hyenas. A scar also runs up and down his right hindleg. This was also acquired from the same fight with the small bad of hyenas. He actually dragged the beast that clung to his leg for about ten minutes until it finally dropped dead.
I am but a presence of the wind...
Photo:
Personality:
Lycanthropy has experienced more than most in his long lifetime. He is wise, kind and gentle, and above all very spiritual. He is serious in most of his days, but he does have a sense of humor, even though it is hard to make him laugh. He normally spends most of his time alone, in a silent reverie. But he will face his herd when he is needed and/or called upon. His wise side makes him helpful in most situations, but love is something he would rather avoid. For his own personal reasons...
Lycanthropy's normal outlook on things is about half and half. He isn't much of a pessimist, but he isn't an optimist either. He is kind to all and respects them as long as he gets respect in return. He is gentle with all foals, mares, and the elderly (like himself). He won't raise his voice often unless there is cause for it. His gruff voice may sound scolding, but there is a softness behind his aging eyes.
His spiritual side shows in most of the things that he does. Lycanthropy looks to the Three Brothers always to guide his actions. He knows in his heart that the legends his fellow equines have spoken must be true. And he will follow his heart to the end of his days.
But I was designed to rule...
History:
Lycanthropy was born in a stable, overlooking the desert on a small bluff. His sire was called Vivek, a work horse who was Lycanthropy's hero. His dam was known as Dalili, also a workhorse, who took care of Lycanthropy when he was only a colt. They were the only horses their master had at the time, so he didn't really meet any other colts or fillies. His foal- and colt-hood passed without much trouble, except for the normal mischief that a young one might get into. But, when it was time for Lycanthropy to become "broken" as the master called it, he drew the line. He was spirited in his youth, and would not take commands. 'No matter what,' he thought, 'I will never be broken.'
He realized that his time had come. The choices he had come to were:
1) Break
or
2) Leave
He chose the latter. It was true that leaving was the first heartbreak he ever experienced. But he knew that more would soon come. He left his beloved mother and father on a starry night that seemed colder, even for the desert. And from then on, he roamed. This began his rouge days.
During his rouge days, he learned to fend for himself. He learned how to stay away from the hyena packs that roamed the open desert. He also learned of the dangerous reptiles, called Sand Vipers, and learned to avoid them as well. He was not bitten by one when he was young, but he did have a few close encounters and kept his eyes open for any more. Once he was old enough and strong enough, he ventured to the deeper parts of the desert. Having heard from a few other rouges that there were wild herds out in the open expanses of sand.
He had also come across a rouge that had once been part of one of the herds. He told him of the history of each, for all of the herds appeared to be related to each other in a way. And, it was true. They were founded by three Brothers that had escaped a burning barn with the help of their master, who was a Great King. This was long ago however. Lycanthropy marveled at the age of the herds. Over 1,000 and still strong in numbers. He chose to look at the one closest to him. The Azrak, as they were called.
He was given the chance to join, but stayed at the fringes of the herd. Once accepted, he was noticed by a mare. They both got very close. She was gorgeous. A blue roan with a dark mane and tail. Her eyes sparkled like the rare water of the desert. And Lycanthropy fell head over hooves for her. Sivya, the mare, and Lycanthropy left the herd. He was happy that she would do such a thing, and they traveled happily. But this "love" was a double-edged blade. She left him, leaving him in the deep desert to run off with another rouge male. This is why Lycanthropy avoids matters of the heart when giving advice in his old age.
After roaming the desert for many years, living by his own rules, scraping what food he could find off the shrubs, getting into fights with larger hyena groups (which gave him a scar on his right hindleg), and fighting with other rouges (which earned him a scar below his left foreleg), he found another herd. Not like the first. It was different, and he was accepted by their leader. He made himself more included in the herd, and was eventually chosen as an heir to the leadership.
When the old leader died, he moved up in the ranks and led the Ramadi from then on. Now, he is still leading them, and tries his best to be fair.
Sample Post:Lycanthropy
It is you only option...
Lycanthropy...
I am going to PM this to FuzzyBee once I get my baby finished. ;D He's an old boy too. Had to do a bit of research on him. A normal life span for an Andalusian is about 25-30 years of age! And the Andalusian is one of the oldest breeds on the planet. Plus, they are so dang handsome.
Also, I disclaim the gorgeous photo. But Kudos to the guy who took it.