Post by Racechick on Jul 14, 2010 18:41:00 GMT -5
Stallions
Domino
Age: 5 yrs
Gender: Stallion
Height(hh): 15. hh
Breed: Arabian
Colour: Chestnut Splash
Extras: Blaze, four white stockings
Persona: He's fiery, a ball of energy, strong, brave, likes to show off.
History: A force-bred foal, never knowing his sire. Though he didn't really need to, he was sure he was just like his father. But Domino didn't really know.
Power: Being able to change his pelt color.
Mares
Legacy
Age: 4 yrs
Gender: Mare
Height(hh): 15.2 hh
Breed: Quarter horse
Colour: Buckskin
Extras: Black tipped ears
Persona: She's sweet, crazy, beautiful, erotic, sassy, stubborn, cunning, intelligent.
History: Her herd gathered in a cluster of snowy mountains on the outskirts of Montana, her dam just another mare in the herd. The stallion had just enough time to breed her each year, then maybe a quick hello before he was gone again. Legacy grew without seeing much of her father, but usually spit in his direction when she did. He was unworthy to her, it was useless. Legacy liked to be one of the boys, always showing the boys up in usually speed or distance races through the meadows.
Aww the good old days, today was the day that she would be leaving. Boa arched, messy ebony tassels draped on either side. She pranced toward her mother, spotting the rickety flea bitten grey mare. Her back was swayed from the many foals she had bared. Her knees and stifles were swelled with arthritis, and her nappy mane clung to her neck. Legacy approached at a graceful trot, nickering as she halted by her half blind dam. "Aw, Legacy. You've come to bid your goodbyes, have you not?" Her voice was rough, but full of wisdom. "I have." Her muzzle gently touched the red dotted vixen. "Goodbye mother." Her mother's gaze focused on a thick black stone. Turning on her haunches, Legacy started away. A loud crack caught her attention, creamy fae spinning around. An ivory hoof rest atop the ebony rock, a piece of the stone laying on the ground next to it. "Take this. It will do good for you one day." A raspy breath and a bitter couch, the milky mare turned away, joints cracking. Legacy walked up to the sliver of rock, lipping it up to hold between her teeth.
Hopefully her mother would be right, maybe it would help her. Or maybe her mother was a crazy old brood that had bared so many foals she'd lost her mind. Legacy headed out of the terra, off to find herself a new start somewhere else.
Power: She's not sure yet. But I was thinking Invisibility
Oh and here's a pic of her dam. . . Lol. Just in case anyone wanted to see her lol
www.horseprotection.org/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Trea909.jpg
The Cursed
Stallions
Ten High
Age: 7 yrs
Height(hh): 16 hh
Breed: Friesian
Colour: Black
Extras: None
Persona: Corrupt, wicked, heartless, strong, beastly.
History: Spindly pillars lifted the new born ebony colt, though barely an hour old he stood proudly. "Ten High shall be his name. Merlin, could you please come and tell us all what this colt's power is." The massive onyx brute announced, a purple serpent slithering toward the herd. "A cursed one this is." A gasp erupted from the herd, the snake looking up at the colt. "Come closer boy." Ten High dropped his crown inches from the snake's mouth, Merlin's emerald tongue testing the air between them. "He;s blind." Merlin informed the colt's sire and dam. Cocking his elegantly shaped crania, "No I'm not." He protested.Curiously, the snake took another look at his dark pools, unsure what the blue tint in his orbs meant. Suddenly the wise p;d serpent knew, "Don't touch anyone. And no one touch him. He'll cause you to go. . . Blind." With that, the snake disappeared.
That day, Ten High's father banned him from the herd. The colt roamed from herd to herd, trying to stay alive and blinding every mare he nursed from. Once he turn six months old, the brute stayed alone. He grew rapidly, much faster then the colts he had seen in herds that past by. Ten High started force breeding at the ripe age of 2, finding the rush he got addicting. As he grew older, the brute started to collect other colts and formed a band of stags. They raided herds, killed colts and stallions, while raping the mares and fillies. Now, he's come here to rise some more hell.
Time Cursed: Almost from birth
Powers: Temporarily blind enemies
Mares
