Post by darkness on Jul 4, 2009 19:21:59 GMT -8
Name:Crypt
Gender:Stallion
Age: 6
Breed:warlander X Frisian
Height: 16.3
Herd:none
Appearance: Towering 16.3 hh and holding a black pelt with no markings upon him, he stands fearsome. His condition is good for a wild equine; he holds no scares from the past but has blue electric eyes. His banners end at his neck and his tassels end before the ground and are a dark bay colour. He has small hairs like a Frisian would around their ankles.
Photo: none yet.
Personality: Perhaps the best word for him is dark Heart. Though he can be nice, this stallion likes to be a show off. He loves to act strong and prance around at times, though he is not over the top of it. He can be a big shot a t times, and loves to argue and sometimes fight, though if his opponent is like himself or bigger, he may not fight. He loves stealing other mares and making enemies, though sometimes he wishes he could just make alliances with others. However that is hard for him to do as many just desire not to.
History:Crypt was born in a herd full of only three equines, his sir, his dam and another mare who helped aid my mother. However not long after I was born this other mares gave birth to another colt. This caused a draft between the family, as my mother and this other mare where not Leads, and both desired for their colts to rule over the herd land, unlike those lucky equines, Crypt seen hate between mares, and a helpless stallion who only wanted to have a happy family. However, because of Crypt’s blue orbs, the other colt Ryan got his fathers favour. Ryan was a bay with four white socks and a small snip on the face. Crypt’s mother pushed him on and on to be powerful then Ryan, and secretly told him to hate the other colt. As Crypt and Ryan both became two year olds, they both knew that one of them would be kicked out, Crypt knew, and within a moment of hours he was kicked out. His mother wished for him to be the lead, but Ryan took over with swift movements and soon when he was three became the leader and brought in many vixens. Though Crypt went on, when nights where dark and there was a full moon with mist, the stallion would be seen. He came and went like the fog its self, a ghost many called him. When the nights where storming down, and thunder was like dynamite he came with rage, hardly did his victims see him, only but small flashes of light. As Crypt went on killing bands stallions, he finally found his mother. She too had been kicked out of the herd she once belonged too by Ryan. His mother followed him and told him the story. “Ryan had defeated your father over blood-lust, he kicked me out and his own mother, brought in many vixens, and forced them to have his foals. He tortured them with fears of beasts and goblins, creators that came within the fog and left without a word of hope. Before I had been forced to join a herd, Ryan’s Dam came to me and found me. She told me how it was all her fault for telling her own son that when the time was right he was to kill your sir. No one believes that Ryan’s day will come to an end.” Later his mother left to return to her old herd lands where she was born in hope of new life, though Crypt knew that Ryan’s day was coming fast to an end. Crypt was the victories one of many battles, all but two which he fought stallions his size and hight, but much older and stronger. Though revenge got the best of him and Crypt ran to find Ryan. It was until the beast was 5 did he find Ryan. Ryan had fallen one to many times and lost his herd. Crypt was still going to kill him, but once Crypt realized that death seemed to be the only thing for Ryan, Crypt gave him a second chance. Crypt gave him some strength and defended Ryan until Ryan went on his own. Crypt learnt much from this kind act, however that was not the end. As the year was half way done Crypt finally made a herd out of two fillies. They taught him how to be kind but yet strong at the same time. He learnt from these acts as well, though upon one night Crypt snapped when another took his lover. He chased them down and kills this threat, however his herd ran from him, even the mare he loved so much, she just couldn’t stand to see that monster once more. Crypt was heart broken; his Memories seemed to fade after he bumped his head on a falling branch. The only thing he remembers is a few kind acts and how he use to roam at night.
Sample Post:Thunder echoed through the land, like an explosion of dynamite into the air. The night was cold, but only the lighting lit the sky up. Like a flash every now and then, only to see things that a child would fear. Two electric orbs glowed from out of the corner, and a black steed walked. His head arched, and his body stealth looking. He did not flinch or jump at the load sounds above him, let alone the bright flashes of light in the sky at sometimes hit the ground. The ground was covered in sand and it seemed like there was no forest like areas. The beast just had to wait until day came, for now it was dark, his favourite time of the night, when the thunder roared like a lion over the mountains and through valleys and the Lighting was like fireworks sparking in the sky. TO this stranger it was a delight, he felt as if the whole scene was epic and dangerous, something he loved. He slowly walked with large hooves leaving a large trail. He knew nothing of this place, so he would just have to watch and wait for the morning to come. He seemed to stop and look into the dark doomed sky with dark clouds and the sign of rain. The smallest breeze softly past, tossing his banners and tassels a milammeters apart from each thread of hair that dangled. The beast picked up many scents, but none that where close, perhaps this place was going to be like a ghost, empty and full of nothing, or maybe it was going to be one like this storm tonight full of fights and drama all over the place. Perhaps within time he will learn more of this place, perhaps he will even settle to make a herd. For the time the beast just stood watching with his electric blue orbs as the sky blew up with light every now and then and the mighty echo of the thunder roared on.
Gender:Stallion
Age: 6
Breed:warlander X Frisian
Height: 16.3
Herd:none
Appearance: Towering 16.3 hh and holding a black pelt with no markings upon him, he stands fearsome. His condition is good for a wild equine; he holds no scares from the past but has blue electric eyes. His banners end at his neck and his tassels end before the ground and are a dark bay colour. He has small hairs like a Frisian would around their ankles.
Photo: none yet.
Personality: Perhaps the best word for him is dark Heart. Though he can be nice, this stallion likes to be a show off. He loves to act strong and prance around at times, though he is not over the top of it. He can be a big shot a t times, and loves to argue and sometimes fight, though if his opponent is like himself or bigger, he may not fight. He loves stealing other mares and making enemies, though sometimes he wishes he could just make alliances with others. However that is hard for him to do as many just desire not to.
History:Crypt was born in a herd full of only three equines, his sir, his dam and another mare who helped aid my mother. However not long after I was born this other mares gave birth to another colt. This caused a draft between the family, as my mother and this other mare where not Leads, and both desired for their colts to rule over the herd land, unlike those lucky equines, Crypt seen hate between mares, and a helpless stallion who only wanted to have a happy family. However, because of Crypt’s blue orbs, the other colt Ryan got his fathers favour. Ryan was a bay with four white socks and a small snip on the face. Crypt’s mother pushed him on and on to be powerful then Ryan, and secretly told him to hate the other colt. As Crypt and Ryan both became two year olds, they both knew that one of them would be kicked out, Crypt knew, and within a moment of hours he was kicked out. His mother wished for him to be the lead, but Ryan took over with swift movements and soon when he was three became the leader and brought in many vixens. Though Crypt went on, when nights where dark and there was a full moon with mist, the stallion would be seen. He came and went like the fog its self, a ghost many called him. When the nights where storming down, and thunder was like dynamite he came with rage, hardly did his victims see him, only but small flashes of light. As Crypt went on killing bands stallions, he finally found his mother. She too had been kicked out of the herd she once belonged too by Ryan. His mother followed him and told him the story. “Ryan had defeated your father over blood-lust, he kicked me out and his own mother, brought in many vixens, and forced them to have his foals. He tortured them with fears of beasts and goblins, creators that came within the fog and left without a word of hope. Before I had been forced to join a herd, Ryan’s Dam came to me and found me. She told me how it was all her fault for telling her own son that when the time was right he was to kill your sir. No one believes that Ryan’s day will come to an end.” Later his mother left to return to her old herd lands where she was born in hope of new life, though Crypt knew that Ryan’s day was coming fast to an end. Crypt was the victories one of many battles, all but two which he fought stallions his size and hight, but much older and stronger. Though revenge got the best of him and Crypt ran to find Ryan. It was until the beast was 5 did he find Ryan. Ryan had fallen one to many times and lost his herd. Crypt was still going to kill him, but once Crypt realized that death seemed to be the only thing for Ryan, Crypt gave him a second chance. Crypt gave him some strength and defended Ryan until Ryan went on his own. Crypt learnt much from this kind act, however that was not the end. As the year was half way done Crypt finally made a herd out of two fillies. They taught him how to be kind but yet strong at the same time. He learnt from these acts as well, though upon one night Crypt snapped when another took his lover. He chased them down and kills this threat, however his herd ran from him, even the mare he loved so much, she just couldn’t stand to see that monster once more. Crypt was heart broken; his Memories seemed to fade after he bumped his head on a falling branch. The only thing he remembers is a few kind acts and how he use to roam at night.
Sample Post:Thunder echoed through the land, like an explosion of dynamite into the air. The night was cold, but only the lighting lit the sky up. Like a flash every now and then, only to see things that a child would fear. Two electric orbs glowed from out of the corner, and a black steed walked. His head arched, and his body stealth looking. He did not flinch or jump at the load sounds above him, let alone the bright flashes of light in the sky at sometimes hit the ground. The ground was covered in sand and it seemed like there was no forest like areas. The beast just had to wait until day came, for now it was dark, his favourite time of the night, when the thunder roared like a lion over the mountains and through valleys and the Lighting was like fireworks sparking in the sky. TO this stranger it was a delight, he felt as if the whole scene was epic and dangerous, something he loved. He slowly walked with large hooves leaving a large trail. He knew nothing of this place, so he would just have to watch and wait for the morning to come. He seemed to stop and look into the dark doomed sky with dark clouds and the sign of rain. The smallest breeze softly past, tossing his banners and tassels a milammeters apart from each thread of hair that dangled. The beast picked up many scents, but none that where close, perhaps this place was going to be like a ghost, empty and full of nothing, or maybe it was going to be one like this storm tonight full of fights and drama all over the place. Perhaps within time he will learn more of this place, perhaps he will even settle to make a herd. For the time the beast just stood watching with his electric blue orbs as the sky blew up with light every now and then and the mighty echo of the thunder roared on.
