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I am Known As.."Titus."
Call me.."Titus."
I am.."Around 5 years old."
I am known to be a.."Stallion."
They describe me as.. Kind, it's something I've always been. My parents were priding themselves on being easy going with their young, and the other members. It might also explain why my father only had a few mares in his herd at a time..I like to be nice. It makes me feel good. Being Gentle, again, always been that way. I don't like to force mares to join me, or to make them stay with me. I let my charm keep them with me; and the fact that i can get a little jealous of another stallion that comes near. I do have a problem with foals that aren't mine..I wont kill them, but i wont love them either.Being honest is something i pride myself in being. I'm not always honest, but I'll state the obvious on occasion. I am a very open-minded stallion at most, but other times i can be strict; to where i wont let a mare do what she wants, unless it's done my way. I'm not usually like this, but i have my days. Some days i can also be very mean; and i'm always skittish around older stallions. I love to run, if one couldn't tell from what shape i'm in currently. I don't care what the weather is, I'll go out for a walk or a run if i feel i need to burn off a bit of energy. I am a very energetic stallion at that. It's hard to keep me in one spot if it's still early in the day.
What happened to me.."My parents were part of a very small herd. Maybe just me, a half sister, another mare, my mother, and a father. He wasn't a very aggressive stallion; so he didn't have a very large herd. I grew up with maybe one or two other foals, and we usually got along pretty well; so i had an alright foal-hood. When i left my herd, I found a filly that caught my eye; but she wouldn't start a herd with me, and being the way i am, i let her leave. I haven't seen her in a long while. She probably found a stronger stallion. Anyway; I haven't talked to a lot of mares; as i am a little shy, but I try.
I am with.."No one right now."
I Like.."Not very many.."
I Love.."All of my herd."
They are mine.."None yet. Maybe soon."
It's not that important.,"Roughly 900lbs."
How high..["Around 15.2 Hands."
My banner waves in..["Ebony."
The windows to my soul are.."Green."
They are on me as.."Black Socks."
Step lively, they are.."Onyx."
All together.."I am a stocky stallion. I try to keep myself in good condition, and my herd; should i get one. My mane and plume are an onyx color, with streaks of brown to give them that shine when the sun hits it just right. My base coat color is dun-skin color, and it fades into my black socks on each of my legs. My ears are quiet small, and i muzzle is as well. My eyes are a jade color, and i love to stare into the water with them."
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I am Known As.. Callos
Call me..Callie
I am.. 4 years
I am known to be a.. Mare
They describe me as..Callos is know for her remarks, her attitude, and her kind nature at times. She's a kind mare when she truely wants to be, and can give off a caring nature around foals. She loves foals, to be all truthful, but she isn't very interested in stallions.
What happened to me..Callos is an anti social mare, so she hasn't met a lot of other horses, or been around many, but that doesn't mean that she is affraid to let other's know that she is around. She's live on her own for roughly a year, or about 6 months. She had an alright foal-hood, with a father that never took a liking to her, and a mother that was more interested in having a foal than caring for the ones that she had.
I am with.. No one.
I Like.. No one.
I Love.. No one.
They are mine.. None
It's not that important.,765lbs.
How high.. 14.3 Hands.
My banner waves in.. Ebony.
The windows to my soul are.. Amber.
They are on me as.. A single white Sock.
Step lively, they are.. Onyx.
All together.. Sturdy, stocky. Her coat is a deep ebony that radiates in the sun. Her eyes are a deep Amber color, and her mane and tail are a soft ebony color as well. Her legs are long, and it lets her run fairly well. She's a very athletic mare. Her hooves are onyx color. She stands roughly at 14 hands, and around 765 pounds.
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I am Known As.. Leila
Call me.. Lie..
I am.. Four years; fairly young still.
I am known to be a.. Mare, obviously.
They describe me as..Liela is known for her strength, and she isn't afraid to show it off.. As her frame is built heavily; she uses this to push others around that tempt to get to close to her. She is Intimidating with her size as well; She isn't afraid to act like a stallion, and fend of predators without thinking. On occasion, she may show her other side; but this is rare. She loves to make rude comments, and tease. She will not hold back snide or snark remarks; and rarely holds them against others. She's rather dirty most of the time as well, giving her the appearance of being a dark chocolate mare, with palomino like patches. She hold grudges as well; so it would not be wise to do something to this mare. Leila is big for holding secrets, and lurking around larger herds. Being a mare; she likes to spread gossip, when about other mares or stallions. She is known to have little tabs on the stallions around the area; keeping her small secrets; and waiting in the shadows for the right moment to let them fly. It's rare that she does this anymore however; as she has a few scars from the horses she was spreading secrets about. She's not a sensitive mare at all; do not miz these words together. It's rare, again, for Leila to show this side of herself; but she is rather affectionette towards foals. She isnt a fan of stallions in the least, but loves the small foals that can happen in life. While she has had none herself; she has a bit of experience with the young horses.
What happened to me.. Isn't extremely exciting. Leila was born at midnight; and that's where her name comes from. She was born into a very large herd; and One stallion ran the whole thing. She played with the other foals in little fights and tousles; mainly hanging around the colts, because they accepted her large frame, while the small fillies ridiculed her for it. She was the only foal of that color within the herd at the time; so she ws treated much like an outcast with the adults; except her mother; who loved her accepted her for who she was. Cliche right? When Liela was around 7 months, bachelors began snaking the mares away; as the lead stallion had gotten old. He was already old. When she Turned one; it was her, her mother, and a few other mares left. The mares with foals had been taken, and a few were killed or left behind for not being their own kin.
At a year and 1 half; Leila left her birth herd. He mother had no new foal, the stallion was too tired anymore for mating, and well, Liela didn't see herself staying with her birth herd anymore. She traveled for a short while, growing around the outskirts of larger herds, and picking up on a few things. She had always been a tomboy; and so she learned a few things from the brutes of the herds. Around 2 years; she moved into a herd; a large one, and found one of her brothers leading it; at least two years older than herself. He told her things about her parents that changed her mood towards them, and turned away from her family; giving her the rough edge to her personality. Around three years old, she had been on her own for over a year; trailed by interested stallions, but turned them away. She had been spreading secrets about stallions and mares , and had gotten cars from the same horses; angry with her. Now; she's simply wandering, looking for her next victim.
I am with.. Kryto.
I Like.. No one.
I Love..No one.
They are mine.. Ravuo; though he is with another mare. and a newborn filly.
It's not that important.,Around 500 Lbs.
How high..16.2 Hands.
My banner waves in.. White.
The windows to my soul are..Bright Blue.
They are on me as..Just a single white blaze down my face.
Step lively, they are..Tan.
All together..Leila is a Champagne-Gold mare, white a white mane and Banner. Her eyes are a frighteningly bright blue; and almost never show her emotion unless she truly want to show what she's feeling. Her body frame is modeled like a Draft's; giving her a threatening appearance towards most stallions, and usually mares. Her hooves are a tan color, and usually sharp.
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I am Known As.. "Keres."
{Greek myth name of female "death-spirits," daughters of Nyx, who are the sources of evil.}Call me.."Nothing; for that is all i am to you. Ker."
{ Ker is the singular form and the name of a goddess of violent death.}I am.."To old for you. 7 years old."
I am known to be a.."Mare, if it is not obvious."
They describe me as.. Prissy. Smart-mouthed. Crude. Haughty. Keres is thought to be a spoiled mare, only caring for having the strongest stallion around; and never talking with mares that she thinks are low on the grade scale. She hates to be proven wrong; and will argue until she is right, even if she has to lie; witch she is not afraid of doing. Though, their is another side to this mare. Once she has found the right stallion, she can be a very caring and loving mare; but her snappish and crude self will always lurk under the surface. She loves to talk back to other horses; and is not afraid to say. She is, surprisingly, a very clean mare, and prides her coat in having it's beautiful shine. The truth about this mare, is that she's truly lonely, and needs a stallion to help her.
What happened to me.. Keres was born dead, for the first two minutes of her life. Her mother had already wandered back to her herd; not caring for the thought-to-be-dead foal. Her eyes started off as a pale color, until the pigment diffused into a purple color; setting her off as a permanent outcast from most foals. She was born with long legs, and a father small middle frame. Her ears were unnaturally long, though her muzzle grew into it's size as she grew older. For the first week of her life, she wandered; looking for her mother and escaping death by seconds. By a week and a half; she was skinny, and frail. A cougar had begun to follow her, but she was saved by an older mare had been passing by by chance. The older mare was a beautiful buckskin roan with a lovely pair of blue eyes. She lived with this mare for her first year before a stallion ruthlessly took her away; not wanting to filly in his herd for some odd reason. She found it to be that she was unnatural; and did not want a freak giving him foals -in the stallions eyes.
Keres spent the next three years of her life wandering through the meadows; being pushed away from the herds around the valley; giving her the cold and heartless attitude she has today. Though now that she has reached her prime; she has become a rather beautiful mare, but refuses a stallions herd, because of what they had done to her before.
I am with.. "Dynamite."
I Like.. "No one."
I Love.. "No one."
They are mine.. "Niah."
It's not that important.,"It really isn't, and shouldn't be something you care about. Roughly 1200."
How high.."18.4 Feet. I as a very tall mare."
My banner waves in.. "Off White."
The windows to my soul are.. "An unnatural Purple."
They are on me as.. "I have only a white blaze down my forehead."
Step lively, they are.."They are a black-brown color."
All together..Keres is a Liver Chestnut mare, with bright purple eyes. Their is no mark of other color on her pet, except for a small white blaze on her forehead, though within this blaze it seems to fade into a grey, as well as pink at the end of her muzzle. She has a dish muzzle; signaling her as the lithe frame of an Arabian. Her mane and tail are an off white color; and are known to almost never have mud or dirt in them. She weigh's roughly 1200 pounds; but will never say this aloud. Being lithe, she has a tall frame for an Arabian, and being 18.4 hands tall, gives away that she isn't a pure Arabian; this she will not say aloud either. Her hooves take turns on being a black color, or a brown color, given on what the sun does to them.
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I am Known As.. "Aleil."
Call me.. "Aleil."
I am.. "Five years, roughly."
I am known to be a.. "Mare."
They describe me as.. "Quick-paced, rough and unnerving. I don't tolerate a lot from many, and i am not tempted to battle back. I am usually a silent mare, but i can be snappy with my words when i need to be."
What happened to me.."My history is unknown."
I am with.."No one."
I Like.. "No one."
I Love.. "No one."
They are mine.."Not yet."
It's not that important., "Roughly 700LBS."
How high.."15.3 Hands."
My banner waves in.."A Cherry color."
The windows to my soul are.. "Blue."
They are on me as.."No markings."
Step lively, they are.."Creme-Red color."
All together..Aleil is a cherry roan horse, or a bright strawberry roan. Her legs and muzzle fade into a darker red naturally. She has deep blue eyes that stare deep into your soul. She has a rather muscular build compared to most. Her four hooves are a red-creme color. Her banner and mane move in a deep red color.
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StallionI am Known As.."Ravuo's Perils."
Call me.. "Ravuo. Peril."
I am.. "A foal, roughly 8 months old."
I am known to be a.. "Colt."
They describe me as.."Stubborn, hard-headed, and protective of my half-sister, Midnight Fever, and my sergeant mother Silent Secrets. I will not let harm come to them, if i can help it. I know that my real mother, Liela, is alive and well, though i will not leave Midnight's side no matter what.
What happened to me..WIP-Very interesting! ;D
I am with.."I am a loner with my sergeant mother and half-sister."
I Like.. "Ewwww."
I Love.."EWW."
They are mine.."I am one!"
It's not that important.,"Roughly 400LBS."
How high.."About 7 Hands."
My banner waves in.."They are a flaxen color."
The windows to my soul are.."Blue."
They are on me as.."A white blaze."
Step lively, they are.."Creme."
All together..Ravuo is a colt still, and roughly 8 months old. He has the Champgane gold color that his mother did, and inherited long black socks. He has a white blaze down his forehead as well. His frame is muscular for a colt of his age, and he knows how to throw his weight around to his advantage.
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