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Post by chaoTEZY on Sept 8, 2010 21:47:16 GMT
APOCALYPSE
OOC ` your name/alias: Cat/Tezy ` years experience: Five years. ` comments on the site?: I DESIGNED IT 8D ` what's the name of my dog?: Hmm, hard one... ooh, I don't know xP Oh wait... Removed by Admin.
IC ` name: Apocalypse ` nicknames: Cal ` gender: Stallion ` age: 7 ` sexual orientation: Straight
` breed: Andalusian ` height: 15.3hh ` appearance:
Cal isn't as tall as most stallions these days, but he carries himself with great dignity and pride. His tail and mane are usually long and tangle-free from careful grooming, but he's not against getting dirty if the situation calls for it. His coat is a very light grey, often mistaken for white were it not for his dark grey muzzle and points, and his mane and tail are both very dark, almost black, which is quite odd for a purebred Andalusian like he is. He's nicely built, but he's not overly muscled nor overly thin. He's in the middle, and from a distance he can be mistaken for a mare because of the refined look of his face and body in general. He gets very angry when that happened, however, and he packs a mighty kick when he needs to.
` personality:
Cal is a weird horse. He likes to think of himself as a knight-in-shining armour or a gentlemen, but he has a short-temper and he's not actually that nice. He can also be quite cruel to other equines, although whether he realizes it at the time depends on the situation. He's actually got traits of a North horse in him, and sometimes he can be violent or aggressive for no reason. Other times, he may be perfectly polite and nice. He doesn't have much self-control, and when he wants something he will get it no matter what, so he has forced mares in the past (but he doesn't actively seek to do it, he's just very weak-willed.) He's caring towards those he really likes, and his biggest weakness is his eagerness to help. ` area: East
` history: N/A ` family:
Father – Riot Mother – Five Sister – Caution
` sample post:
A mare paced into the land, her hooves striking the soft mud terrain and leaving deep hoof prints in her wake. Standing at about seventeen hands, she was a intimidating sight. Her pelt was stained a dark bay with four ivory-white socks. Her black mane hung over her eyes and shoulders, long and thick like her mother's once was. Within her bloodlines ran the genes of a draft, and you could see it in the strong, powerful build of her body. Likewise, the saddlebred blood in her meant she held herself proudly, her neck arched, black and white tail high and legs stretched out to their full. She had an almost beautiful look to her, until you got close enough to see the dried blood splattered on her chest and lower legs, and the eerie blankness to her acid green eyes. There was an air about her which screamed danger; to back off before you found yourself at the mercy of her sharp teeth and hooves. A cruel smirk twisted her mouth, but it didn't reach those empty eyes.
She was in the furthest corner of the area called the Free Lands, exploring the empty forests and avoiding the most part of the crowds. Keeping to herself. Surrounded by a buffer of ancient trees which kept most equines at bay. She liked the way the trees hid the sun and made under their leaves as dark as the night. She liked the silence, and the way everybody else seemed to instinctively avoid her – like they knew a run in with her would be an entirely bad thing. But she was slightly bored. Lucian had wandered off to explore the lands and see if he could find himself a pretty little mare to play with, and Andromeda was unused to being alone for long; she despised other horses but her brother was an exception. He was the only one she actually cared fractionally about, and indeed she was even slightly protective towards him.
Without him there by her side she was entirely alone, and she didn't want to seek out another to keep her company. She couldn't stand their weaknesses, their flaws, the way they all seemed to be pseudo-evil and actually hid soft, sweet cores behind their hard outer shell. It wasn't like her. She enjoyed her life, the way she scared the horses; she prided herself for the way she was most horse's worst nightmare. It gave her a sick pleasure to see another equine in pain – years of experience had made her immune to feelings. To begging. She didn't do mercy and she sure as hell didn't do love. Two things she would never ever want to do. Nobody she had ever met was even worth her attention, let alone something which made her so vulnerable like love. Oh no, they'd never gain something that weak from her. She enjoyed dominating, being dominated, terminating another's life before it's time. She liked pain and misery, both inflicting it and witnessing it. She could not and never would settle for the normal life of bearing weak little foals and being objectified and patronized by those who were 'above' her in rank.
She was distracted from her thoughts by the sound something moving in the dry leaves which littered the forest floor. Her auds pricked up, and she stalked forward several feet. For her height and bulkiness, she still managed to be unnervingly stealthy. She wasn't fast, but she used surprise to her advantage. Then her eyes picked out the shape of a small deer, turned away from her. It was completely oblivious to the mare. A small laugh bubbled up from the depths of her chest, dark and malicious. She should have startled it then, but it didn't seem to hear. Taking her chance she reared up onto her back legs, and by time the animal saw the danger it was too late. Her hooves, as sharp as knives, came down on the deer's head. There was a sick crunching noise as they made contact. The animal fell to the ground, lifeless, it's skull mangled by the weight of the mare.
She fell to the ground too, and moved around to look at her kill. It was a young one, probably barely over the age it was able to leave it's mother's side to fend for itself. She nudged the still-warm body with her muzzle, then wiped the blood on her hooves off on the ground. Her chest was splattered with new blood now, and her muzzle was smeared with small amounts too. She laughed again, turning around and walking away from the carcass. She only killed for fun, and she couldn't digest the meat, so she usually left it to the scavengers which slunk in the forest's shadows.
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Post by chaoTEZY on Sept 8, 2010 21:48:22 GMT
That was a hard decision xD
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