[Khans]

Ends 3/24/15

First of the Angel theme, Abaddon

These Angelic tolters are simply called "Angels" or "Angel Tolters, AT" (very creative, I know)
Angels tend to follow their name sake when it comes to personality, so not every Angel is going to be a goodie sugar plum . In appearance, all Angels have glossy, light coloured eyes (pastel almost), and light coloured coats, markings will range. Angels also tend to be taller (no more than 15hh though), smarter, and faster than the average tolter. If you want to know all of the Angels i'm going to do , here is the list. I'm not going to skip any unless it's the same angel but with a different name, so don't worry. If you have any questions feel free to message me!

Quick Bio on Abby: The Hebrew term Abaddon (Hebrew: אֲבַדּוֹן‎, 'Ǎḇaddōn), and its Greek equivalent Apollyon (Greek: Ἀπολλύων, Apollyon), appear in the Bible as both a place of destruction and an angel. In the Hebrew Bible, abaddon is used with reference to a bottomless pit, often appearing alongside the place שאול (sheol), meaning the realm of the dead. In the New Testament Book of Revelation, an angel called Abaddon is described as the king of an army of locusts; his name is first transcribed in Greek (Revelation 9:11—"whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon" (Ἀβαδδὼν)), and then translated ("which in Greek means the Destroyer" (Ἀπολλύων, Apollyon)). The Latin Vulgate and the Douay Rheims Bible have additional notes (not present in the Greek text), "in Latin Exterminans", exterminans being the Latin word for "destroyer". -Wiki

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: Queen of Hell // Abbadon
Gender: Mare
Halter color: Something like the dress she is wearing including the bloody hand print please
Personalty: Abbadon is power hungry ruthless mare and will stop at nothing to get her way. She is often quite distant and detached from reality because she exists in her own seperate from other tolters. The detachment she feels helps to make her able to hurt other tolters for personal gain, in the eyes of most she is truly no angel.
First encounter?:
My first encounter with Abbadon was at a rodeo, I know not where you are likely to see one like her. She was corralled up with a few other fillies and was wondering around the pen freely while the others cowered in the corner shaking everytime she came near. I of course was intreged by this horse like everyone else around me, and I beckoned for her to come over out stretching my hand and cooing to her. Prancing she happily came over and just as I was about to touch her almost got the tips of my fingers taken off. Of course I was quite surpised but remained calm, but realized why those other fillies stayed so far away from her. I of course put in a pretty low bid for her and because most people didn't want her after watching my experience they didn't want her, and so my problems began, with my little filly named Abbadon.

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[guilttripping]

Username: fjord rider
Name: Twilight Fallen Angel 'angel'
Gender: Mare
Halter color: White with golden swirls
Personalty: Angel is boisterous and loud. She likes to be centre of attention. She is bold and never gives a second thought. If she doesn't like you, well that's it, your chance with her is gone. She is easy to get along with and a faithful friend. She is a chaotic mare too! Very cheeky. She will trash anything.
First encounter?:

I saw a grey mare in my field. The problem was; I don't own a grey mare!. She glowed in the darkness and I called her over with a carrot. The mare looked at me inquisitively and trotted over and gently took the carrot. Her eyes showed that she already trusted me. I patted her neck and she whinnied and nuzzled me.
"You're a strange one" I said. Then she took of in a gallop and ran around the field neighing in joy! She had found a home. The mares silvery tail was like the tail of a streaking comet. Her delicate face glowed under the moonlit sky.
'Where had she come from?' I thought 'heaven knows'

[feverrr]

Username: Flurry
Show Name: The Front Lines
Barn Name: Ǎḇaddōn
Meaning: The destroyer
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: White with thick red trim and silver clasps
Personalty: Haughty ; Ruinous ; Dispassionate ; Vulgar
First encounter?:

xxxxA colossal, flea bitten gray stallion stood rigid on a stony grey ledge, his piercing grey eyes scouring his grassy fields. The faint glow of the moon bounced lightly off his shoulder, lighting up the bloody pattern on his shoulder like a lantern. That's when he noticed the trespasser; a dappled black mare with a crescent moon on her forehead and four white socks. He narrowed his colourless eyes, and cantered down a grassy, steep slope to the right of his ledge and approached the dappled mare, his ears perked rigid and his pupils dilated, in the scarce light. "Who dares to disrupt the my herd." He neighed lowly and stretched his neck forward, till it was inches from the grazing mare's slim and delicate face. She peered up at him with quizzical amber eyes, glittering in the silver sheen of moonlight.

xxxxHe growled out a derailed whinny before shooting out a snort of heavy air. The strange black dappled mare had returned every night! "You continue to disrespect me! I demand your name." She stared up at him with the same inquisitive optics, glowing faintly with the last sliver of golden glow on the horizon. She chewed the grass unbothered, and opened her maws to speak for the first time. "I am Hecate. Why do you continually ask of my name, when I come only to eat?" She snorted lightly, smiling with her eyes. "And I am Ǎḇaddōn, the stallion of this herd. You may not graze in my lands, trespasser." He spat out, his teeth bared offensively. "You seem rather vulgar. I think I'll call you that." His eyes grew crazed with rage and madness. "Fine. I shall deal with you soon." She turned and walked slowly into the shaded forestry, obviously unbothered by Abaddon's threat.

xxxxThe grey and red stallion was unsurprising to see the mare return on the seventh night. It was time, he had given her a chance, yet she had given that up. He bared his teeth defiantly, his teeth sheening silver in the moonlight, a thin slick of mist covering the side of the field that Hecate reappeared from each dusk. He caught site of the dark dappled coat, with the slim delicate head marked by a crescent moon. The other mares in his her had learned to keep their distance, and either herded yearling filles away, or covered their foals with their bodies, backing away from the mare without even lifting their heads. Hecate barely seemed to notice it. "Hecate, loner mare from no herd, I sentence you to death, for trespassing." He roared out in a rough, low neigh. He lifted her head, her ears perked. "I disagree. I wish to join your herd." He stared down at her from his ledge, and mares swiveled their ears to hear the converse between their over stallion and the strange mare.

xxxxHecate was now a mare of his herd, and although she was one of nearly three hundred mares, her dark coat made her stand out from the red chestnuts, palominos, whites, greys and bays. In the time she'd been there, he'd driven out the years colts, and four of the elderly mares had passed. Nobody felt any sorrow, for their fillies were now grown, and caring for their own yearlings. The mare was seemingly growing on him. She may have been the least trustworthy in his herd, but she was refreshing. New, and not stuffy or spiritless like the rest of his mares. While the herd's old mares slept in a scattered formation around the field, Hecate would lay near the base of his ledge and show off her dark coat where the moon hit her coat and made it shine like silver. She certainly stood out, but he needed to flush any possible secrets out of the mare.

xxxxThe flea bitten grey stallion woke, to see stunning white lights glaring into his stone-grey eyes, two-legged creatures advancing on him, and herding his mares away. The spineless, emotionless mares lipping at grasses and half sleeping like it was nothing to be ripped from your home and leader. He stood up on sturdy legs as thick as tree trunks, his muscles rippling under a red flecked shoulder. A strange fabric collar was roped around his head, and a rope clipped on just as fast. He bucked and kicked, but it was no use. They had him. It was over. He was done for. A few mares turned droopy stares onto him, their eyes surprised yet still care-free, and they made no advance to help their stallion. Hecate was the only other one fighting. She was kicking up storms of dust, but they're looped a leather collar around her face too. They'd lost.

wip



[Hecate means 'worker from far off' and 'underworld']

[silver ~]

Username: ~Silverpelt~
Name: Abaddon
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Blood red with a black angelic wing on the cheek strap and black buckles
Personalty: Destructive - Manipulative - Dispassionate - Choleric - Rational
First encounter?: {Jasmine's PoV} "The stallion with a white pelt flecked with red either markings or blood, nobody is sure. At the sight of his pale grey brought death and despair to those unlucky souls that stumbled upon him. You can tell he was somewhere by the path of destruction leave behind. He was a soulless horse that kill anybody in his path. Legend says that he will could and get you if you go out in the forest late." I say in a spooky tone. The filly and colt I am talking to listen intently. The filly looks scared and the colt looks like he is trying to hide the fact he was scared. "This stallions is called Abaddon meaning the destroyer for the way he destroys everything in his path. Do you know what his favorite prey is?"The foals both shake there heads. "Scared little foals like you!"I reply as if on cue the foal let out a whinnies of terror and run back to there mother's. I watch both of them amused.
"You know you shouldn't tell them stories like that. They aren't going to sleep tonight..." Willow says. I snort.
"So? At least that'd teach them to not sneak out into the forest again" I reply Willow looks annoyed by the comment.
"Your hopeless..." She mutter before galloping off towards the foal. I look up at the horizon and notice the setting sun, it's starting to get late... How long did it take me to tell that story? No matter. I should probably try to get some sleep I know those foals are going to annoy me through the night about the "legend". I didn't come up with it however. It's been a story for decades to keep foals or yearling out of the forest surrounding this property. My parent told me and know I tell the other trouble makers. It's a rather good process it's kept the foals out of there. When I'm just about to nod off a voice drift into my head...
"Jasmine!" the voice calls behind me. I look back to find one of the temporally mare as we like to call them.They stay here with there foals for a bit and then leave. I believe she's the mother of the colt and it my memory is correct her name was Cashew. She's your average chestnut horse with piercing blue eyes.
"Yes?" I say. I swear I can never get a second of sleep around here.
"We're you the one telling my foal those legend stories, again?" Cashew say angry budding in her tone.
"Yes, I am" I say bluntly. Cashew's ear's pin back.
"Well you manage to terrifie my foal and you going to find a way to fix this!!" She says loudly.
"Calm down" I says a smoothing voice that I regonize at Willow. Willow shots me a glare.
"How about this Jasmine with go out in the forest and make sure "Abaddon" it's there?" She suggests. She's kidding right? Does she know the dangers of going out at this time? I really don't what to become a mountain lion's dinner. From her look I can tell she's not. I notice Cashew lighten up a bit. Seriously? Does she want me dead?...Yes she does... but still!
"Fine." I say ticked off. Cashew look amused, that little...
"Your going to kill Jasmine?" The filly asks cutting thought my thoughts.
"Jasmine isn't going to die..." Willow ressure the filly.
"But what if Abaddon gets her!" The colt protests.
"Abaddon wouldn't get her. That only a story Jasmine told you to keep you out of the forest" Willow says softly. "And beside if she does get hurt the human will look after her and she will be at good as new in no time. Beside Jasmine can take care of herself." Willow respond calming down the foal. I envy her comforting skills, I have not talent in such things. "Let's go" Willow say and with that we are off.
With a bit of difficulty I manage to jump over the fence, trying my best to ignore the shock that it gives me. "Are you coming?" I ask.
"No I'm going to help Cashew with the foals." She says calmly walking away for the fence. And with that, I was alone.

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I wander in the forest, keeping myself alert in case of danger. I know this know paranoid but I feel like I'm being watched... But somebody or something.

Wip

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: Queen of Hell // Abbadon
Gender: Mare
Halter color: Something like the dress she is wearing including the bloody hand print please
Personalty: Abbadon is power hungry ruthless mare and will stop at nothing to get her way. She is often quite distant and detached from reality because she exists in her own seperate from other tolters. The detachment she feels helps to make her able to hurt other tolters for personal gain, in the eyes of most she is truly no angel.
First encounter?:
My first encounter with Abbadon was at a rodeo, I know not where you are likely to see one like her. She was corralled up with a few other fillies and was wondering around the pen freely while the others cowered in the corner shaking everytime she came near. I of course was intreged by this horse like everyone else around me, and I beckoned for her to come over out stretching my hand and cooing to her. Prancing she happily came over and just as I was about to touch her almost got the tips of my fingers taken off. Of course I was quite surpised but remained calm, but realized why those other fillies stayed so far away from her. I of course put in a pretty low bid for her and because most people didn't want her after watching my experience they didn't want her, and so my problems began, with my little filly named Abbadon.

[mooncakes]

Username: Sheperd
Name: All Hail The Queen | "Abaddon"
Gender: mare
Halter color: black with red or light grey stitches on the cheekpiece
Personalty: Abaddon is a living nightmare on the inside. She has a dry sense of humor and is curt, and is one of the most dominant mares you'll ever meet. Her name gives her a perfect reflection of her personality. Abaddon is regal and likes to be treated like she's the alpha. She is cunning and sly, but also untrustworthy, short-tempered, and greedy. Abaddon is "friendly" to those she sees as worthy to be treated better than others, but other than that, she is a back-stabbing viper.
First encounter?: A mare was standing under a small grove of trees, seeming agitated. Her silver mane and tail were waving in the wind, elegant and beautiful. The tolter was standing with its hind-quarters facing me, but soon she whipped her head around and instantly gave me a challenging look. This wasn't your ordinary, friendly, and timid mare. This mare seemed to act more like a stallion. She stuck up for herself when it came to defense and safety.

I remained stationary, watching her. She watched me too, her pale optics staring straight into mine. The fleabitten mare finally turned her entire body around and flattened her ears, snorting loud enough for me to hear. It was an aggressive action and she seemed to be daring me to take a step closer.

Luckily, I had my stallion Odysseus nearby. The blue roan stallion watched intently, standing only a hand taller than the mare a couple yards away. I was worried Odysseus would grow protective. Boy, he was a loyal old man.

I wanted to bring this mare home. She seemed as though she wanted to be somewhere safe, but who knows? She seemed independent and fine on her own as well. I took a step closer. At this, the mare whinnied loudly, startling both me and Odysseus. In a flash, the mare was charging straight for me, her cold eyes staring straight into mine. Odysseus gave a loud grunt, rearing as he stepped in front of me. I backed away. I didn't want to get caught in the middle of this.

Odysseus and the fleabitten mare were biting each other, neighing. Horse language was something I did not understand.

Eventually, the reckless mare stopped, her shoulder bleeding. Odysseus was dominant, but I could tell by the look in the mare's eyes that she still had the strength to fight if need-be. I took a slow step forward, and the mare flattened her ears. I quickly but a lead on her, and made sure Odysseus was present as well. I needed to make sure she'd be fine and if she'd be passive around the other tolters.

I hope she'll get along just fine with them.

[landofmakebelieve]

Username: piaffes in the snow
Name: Angelic Rebellion "Castiel"
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Tan with black buckles
Personalty: Socially-Awkward ⚪Protective ⚪ Bland ⚪ Serious
First encounter?: I was out for a ride one winters' day. It was mild, but a layer of three feet of snow blanketed the ground. I was riding my Grullo mare, Minera, and she was struggling to lift her legs in the snow. We had been out for quite some time, and finally the forest opened up into a large meadow with a hill right in the middle. It took me a moment to notice him, but perched atop the hill, his coat camouflaged with the land, stood a beautiful stallion, with a bloody shoulder. I dismounted Minera, who had been taught to ground-tie, and began trudging through the snow toward the stallion. Surprisingly, he didn't move a muscle, but stood still as a statue, watching me as I approached. When I got to him, he finally moved, dipping his head and greeting me with a nicker. I put out my palm for him and almost instantly he dropped his muzzle into it. Gazing at him, I whispered, "Castiel." My eyes met his icey blue ones, "Your name will be Castiel."

[hiraeth + hound]

Super stalks for possible black based Adriel Tolter

[TheToyMaker]

Withdrawing ^^

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[Khans]

Username: piaffes in the snow
Name: Angelic Rebellion "Castiel"
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Tan with black buckles
Personalty: wip
First encounter?: WIP

Can I ask when this ends?

When everyone finishes their amazing stories ^_^