Pet's ID Tag: -1
Name: Angharradh.
This horse is known by many names- but Angharradh seems to be the most prevalent. Through his travels, he seems to have gained the title of; Angharradh the Unforgiving, and is formally known as this when in contact with strangers or those he does not know.
Gender: Male.
Reason You Want It: I've always had a thing for horses- and Angharradh's design really attracted me, but I'd never really had a place for him until now. Medieval characters always interest me the most, and I have several characters that are set in this time period. This means that there are plenty of horses in their stories, and I think Angharradh would fit perfectly in with them all. If I was lucky enough to get him, I would definitely write about him, and continue his story to explore his character and personality at a deeper level. He would have regular art that fits in with his story, so his travels would be documented very well- I will try to get a full piece of art for each chapter of his story that I write, summarizing what has happened in it. Of course, he would have individual art as well, and a home on my character thread- the link to which is in my signature. If I find the right roleplay, I will join with Angharradh, as I find roleplays to be perfect ways of getting to know a character, and would love to know Angharradh in such a detailed manner. I promise that if I win this beautiful boy, he will be treasured and loved, never gathering dust.
theme songs;
To get a better sense of who these characters are, feel free to listen to their themes. I have carefully picked each to bring Angharradh's story to life, and each song says a lot about who they are- after listening you may find you can relate to Angharrad's reaction to each, and his story might be made more enjoyable.
-Angharradh's Theme; Unbreakable- Fireflight
-Bella's Theme; River Flows in You- Yiruma.
-Catch's Theme; Now We Are Free- Bruce Fowler & Others
-Letta's Theme; Landslide- Fleetwood Mac
-Bree's Theme; Running Up That Hill- Placebo
History/Background/Other:
The horse ran. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but at that precise moment, Angharradh didn't care. Curved hooves tore at the damp earth beneath him, kicking up clods of flattened grass behind him. The day had dawned dark, murderous clouds masking the sky as the storm threatened, but this was the least of the stallion's concerns as he thundered through the war-torn land, making for the pyre- and the snake of black smoke twisting from it as it burned. There had been a battle in the night; the echoes of screams, clashing of swords and the snapping of shields still drifted through the air like the ghosts of the fallen soldiers, but they passed through him and into shadow, armour cracked and glassy eyes unseeing.
From the distance, his keen eyes could see the form of the fire, crackling greedily as it ate away at the fallen; leaving only ash as remembrance. The stallion paused for a moment, surveying the human tradition of burning their dead with disinterest. Though noble, in a way, it angered him that horses were left strewn about the battlefield- abandoned. They were soldiers too, not just means of travel.
"You're late, Angharradh." Came a voice from behind him.
Pinning his ears back, the horse spun around to face the speaker. It was Belan.
The older stallion looked strong- as untouched by battle as if he were never in it. His creamy roan coat gleamed, marred only by a few tiny nicks and cuts. His long mane was plaited and decorated with glass beads- a luxury Angharradh had no respect for, and certainly no intention of doing the same. But an uneasy sense of friendship had formed between the two, and he couldn't pretend he wasn't happy to see him unharmed. "I know when I mean to arrive." He answered coolly, turning his gaze back to the forms of the men- rushing about, tending to their wounded. "What was it this time?"
Belan sighed, sensitive as always to any form of conflict. "The rebel forces are growing stronger. They surprised us- we weren't ready. We lost too many good men." He murmured sadly, lowering his head. "Why don't you come down?"
Angharradh nodded, and the pair began the downhill walk to the scene of the battle. Shrapnel and bodies scattered the long grass, blood tainting the gold of the grass. The stallion didn't flinch- he held no attachment to these people, and he had seen many fights worse than this one. Belan on the other hand, shivered and gave hushed sighs of misery as they wandered through the minefield of corpses to where the small gathering of people stood- expressions numb and cold. Only four horses had survived, and they stood with their heads low, trembling in the darkening day. A skinny skewbald pony, with a short mane and gentle eyes surveyed him first. She blinked in surprise, her mud-splattered face tired and weary. Next to her, a young chestnut with a slim blaze and an angry stare tossed his head, avoiding Angharradh's gaze. And beside him, stood two bays- almost identical in shade and markings. They were lithe, with curving chests- built for speed. They appeared highly bred, and seemed very noble indeed, with their armour glittering in the light.
The men had set themselves upon the ground, intent on making camp. Their horses were turned loose to graze, and Angharradh wasted no time in moving close to them- though he knew the humans needed him more.
"You'd think they'd have learnt by now." Said a soft voice from behind him. Surprised, Angharradh turned to find the small skewbald mare, watching him with a kind expression. "My name is Isabella- but most just call me Bella." She smiled wryly as the chestnut dispatched himself and wandered over to where they stood, a sour expression on his face. "We were just introducing ourselves." Bella said hastily, stepping lightly away from him as he approached. "Whatever." Said he, tensing his jaw. "My name's Bree. Those two are Catch and Letta." At the mention of their names, the bays glanced up, trotting over. On closer inspection, the two were slightly different, but to the untrained eye they were each other's clones. Catch had a wider blaze than Letta, and Letta seemed to be the more reserved. But they greeted Angharradh with enough warmth, and it was then that an alliance formed. An alliance strong enough to test the boundaries of fate itself.
x.x.x.x
a year later
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
HUGE WIP <3
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