ℓιғɛ ιƨ α иιɢнтмαяɛ ~ ℓιтɛяαтɛ нσяƨɛ яσℓɛρℓαʏ ~ σρɛи

For roleplaying regular/real-world species with real-world limitations, e.g. cats, dogs, wolves, lions, bears.

ℓιғɛ ιƨ α иιɢнтмαяɛ ~ ℓιтɛяαтɛ нσяƨɛ яσℓɛρℓαʏ ~ σρɛи

Postby king_bear » Tue Mar 20, 2012 3:22 am

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●○ ℓιғɛ ιƨ α иιɢнтмαяɛ ○●

●○ ρℓσт ○●


For generations that go back centuries into history, the two-legs around the Shenoch Forest have believed in the darkness that spread out here. The low-hanging mist, the sinister sound of rustling leaves, besides the total silence of death. Many who went in, never came out. This place is cursed, they say. Cursed so badly, that no one should ever go in there again.

And they don't.

For centuries, two-legs have never touched the mystical grounds of these woods. They surrounded them, burned away as much as they dared and lived their lifes, though always from a safe distance from the dangerous woods.
But, while the time passed slowly, and the two-legs still worked with us, a few of us strained into the woods. Some of them had been farming animals, some of them had worked in the cavalery. But, we managed to stay together, to form a strong bond with the ones we loved. A herd was chosen to be the rulers of this forest.

Now we're forgotten, all alone in the dark woods. We can stay alive on our own now, no, we aren't tame anymore. In the summer we live on the grass that grows at the small clearings spread out over the woods. The only places where sunlight enters our home. In the winter we live on the bark of the trees around us. The forest keeps us alive, protects us, hides us.

As one of the survivors, I can introduce you to the rest of the herd. You only have to find us.

~Onyx
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Postby king_bear » Tue Mar 20, 2012 3:26 am

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●○ яʋℓɛƨ ○●


●➺ all Tess' rules apply here. do not break them.
●➺ this roleplay is literate. Which means 2+ paragraphs per character, with descriptive sentences.
●➺ I have the right not to accept you, if I think you're not literate enough. don't whine.
●➺ there is a maximum of three characters per person.
●➺ do not have a crush on your own characters. we want to keep this interesting, and the point of roleplaying is to involve others.
●➺ I don't work with even genders, nor with even pack numbers. but try, at least, to keep the numbers semi-even.
●➺ do not start roleplaying without being accepted.
●➺ do not kill off any characters without having agreed with the owner, and them not being online.
●➺ powerplaying, godmodding, perfect characters and everything in that direction is an absolute not. if you do so, you risk being removed.
●➺ only natural coat colours, guys.
●➺ first come first serve with high ranks. if you want someone else's high rank, fight them. I will decide who wins.
●➺ I have no codeword, because I think you're all literate enough to read the rules like everyone else. please, don't make me edit this rule.
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Postby king_bear » Tue Mar 20, 2012 3:47 am

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●○ тнɛ ƨнɛиσcн нɛя∂ ○●


●○ иαмɛ ○●○ αɢɛ ○●○ яαиκ ɛϰρℓαιиɛ∂ ○●○ ριcтʋяɛ ○●○ яσℓɛρℓαʏɛя ○●


αℓρнα ƨтαℓℓισи
●○ Black Onyx ○●○ Six years old ○●○ Just Alpha ○●○ ριcтʋяɛ ○●○ ι'мαɢιиαтισи ○●
αℓρнα мαяɛ
[Onyx' mate]
вɛтα ƨтαℓℓισи
[Zalika's mate]
вɛтα мαяɛ
●○ Zalika ○●○ Eight years old ○●○ Just Beta ○●○ ριcтʋяɛ ○●○ ғᴀᴛᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ○●
ƨʋвσя∂ιиαтɛ ƨтαℓℓισиƨh
●○ Stormbreaker ○●○ Seven years old ○●○ Fighter ○●○ ριcтʋяɛ ○●○ The Marauder's Map ○●
●○ Feral Horse ○●○ Four years old ○●○ Defender ○●○ ριcтʋяɛ ○●○ ғᴀᴛᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ○●

ƨʋвσя∂ιиαтɛ мαяɛƨ
●○ Blackbird ○●○ Five years old ○●○ Defender ○●○ ριcтʋяɛ ○●○ The Marauder's Map ○●
ғσαℓƨ
[names here]

ℓσиɛ мαяɛƨ
●○ Trick ○●○ Four years old ○●○ ριcтʋяɛ ○●○ Concept ○●
вαcнɛℓσяƨ
[names here]
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Postby king_bear » Tue Mar 20, 2012 3:54 am

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●○ cяʋƨнɛƨ, мαтɛƨ, αи∂ мσяɛ ○●

●○ cяʋƨнɛƨ ○●


[name here] --> [name here]

●○ мαтɛƨ ○●


[name here] X [name here]

●○ ғяιɛи∂ƨнιρƨ ○●


[name here] & [name here]

●○ ғσαℓƨ ○●


[name here] X [name here] = [name here]

●○ ρяɛɢиαиcιɛƨ ○●


[name here] <3 [name here]

●○ σтнɛя яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ ○●


Blackbird + Stormbreaker (Brother and sister)
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Postby king_bear » Tue Mar 20, 2012 4:06 am

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●○ ƨɛαƨσиƨ, ωɛαтнɛя αи∂ ρяσвℓɛмƨ ○●

●○ ƨɛαƨσи ○●


The current season is winter. There is a thin layer of snow on the floor in the forest, though the most of it is on top of the trees. It's cold, most horses have a thick winter coat, with a lighter colour. The horses live on the bark on the trees, and drink from small, not-frozen pools, or melted snow.

Every season is two weeks long. Time left in winter: 14/14 days.


●○ ωɛαтнɛя ○●


Sometimes it snows. The temperatures are low, and foals have no big chance of survival. They rate from -10 to -15. Most water around will be frozen.

●○ cʋяяɛит ρяσвℓɛм ○●


This winter has brought a terrible disease under the horses. First they will get a bad cold, cough a lot and feel horrible. Then, after waking up, the limbs are paralyzed. The horse gets a mix between a flu and a fever, and slowly it will drift away from reality. It gets deliriums, hallucinations, etc. Old, young and weak horses eventually die from it. Normal, adult horses with a strong health can heal from it, though they will always stay sensitive for diseases.

●○ ρяσвℓɛм αяcнιʌɛ ○●


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●○ тнɛ ғσям ○●


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Postby king_bear » Tue Mar 20, 2012 9:55 pm

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●○ вℓαcκ σиʏϰ ○●○ ƨιϰ ʏɛαяƨ σℓ∂ ○●○ ƨтαℓℓισи ○●
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αℓρнα ○●


xXxXxXx

●○ ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ○●
●○ ι'мαɢιиαтισи. ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ Call Im, Imagine, Ima, or Jack (long story, PM if you want to know). ○●

●○ ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ ○●
●○ "Black Onyx is my name." ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ "Most call me Onyx." ○●
●○ αɢɛ ○●
●○ "I'm six years old." ○●
●○ ɢɛи∂ɛя ○●
●○ "A stallion." ○●
●○ яαиκ ○●
●○ "Alpha." ○●
●○ ∂ɛƨιяɛ∂ яαиκ ○●
●○ "I'm the alpha." ○●

●○ cσαт cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ "Pitch black." ○●
●○ ɛʏɛ cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ "A very dark brown." ○●
●○ σʌɛяαℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи ○●
●○ A very large, pitch black Friesian. That's the first thing most of the other horses around notice if they see Onyx. Onyx is indeed a friesian, but a bit heavier than you're used to. He's black, with longer, muscled legs and heavy feathering. Onyx' manes are long, thick, and a bit curly, as is his tail. His eyes are brown, and have a wise look. Most horses like him, because of that look. Onyx is an average stallion, though he's a bit larger than most stallions, which gives him a dangerous look. ○●
●○ вяɛɛ∂ ○●
●○ "75% Friesian, 25% Mustang." ○●

●○ ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ○●
●○ Being not the smallest stallion every, Onyx is very awared of his dangerosity. Well, of his looks. He tries not to behave the same way, but sometimes he's just irritated, and he can act really agressively if he is. Though, most of the time he is a calm, withdrawn guy. Onyx isn't someone who would easily talk to strangers, but that's because his previous meetings with strangers didn't went the way he wanted them to. Onyx doesn't trust anyone outside the herd, neither inside who acts strange. He wouldn't kick them out of the herd, only if they hurt someone else mentally or physically, though he will get angry.

Onyx might seem not the right stallion to rule the herd in first instance. But he actually is. He descends from a long list of Alphas, all born leaders as he is. His will to survive is strong, and he will do anything to protect the herd and himself. He has a natural instinct that tells him where to go, what to do and how to do so in hard times. No, Onyx is the leader that most horses actually do deserve, but do not have.

Strangers don't come easily in the herd. They have to impress Onyx, make sure he trusts them, and be his friend. That isn't easy, as trust is something that Onyx doesn't really handle. Respect is easier for him. He will respect you as long as you respect him. Easy, right?
○●

●○ нιƨтσяʏ ○●
●○ A dark September evening. Under the thick layer of fog in the cold, darkened forest, the eerie sounds of a nearby owl cut through the air. It is silent. In between the long, thin trees that make scary shadows of demons in the woods, the outlines of a few horses are visible, being smudged by the light grey fog.
The herd was small; it consisted only a few mares, and their lead stallion. The stallion had been gone for a short time, following a strange, dark sound they had heared before.
The moon was high in the air, and lightened the normally dark forest a little bit. The blue light reflected in one of the mares' eyes, a young mare, who lied down on the dried leaves. The mare was beautiful; her pale blue eyes shined in the light of the moon, her manes were long, and her dark brown coat was soft and smooth.

With a soft groan the young mare closed her eyes, feeling the pressure on her sides and around her back. Her belly was large, and the days before the brith wouldn't last any longer. It would be happening right now. At the moment the foal's father wasn't there.
Amerin snorted, before stretching out on the cold floor. There was nothing she could do. The other mares had stayed away from her, not by accident. They didn't wanted to stand her by, they only watched her. Hoping the pain and the darkness of the mare's first birth would take her out of the land of the living. No, Amerin wasn't loved. Not at all.

The almost unaudible sound of soft thuds on the cold, frozen floor made the mare rise up her head, her eyes open and alert. Was the stallion coming back, or was a stranger coming closer? It were definately hooves... But not as loud as she had expected them to be. Their stallion, a pureblood Friesian, was heavy, and used to make a lot loud sounds while walking.

At that moment the hooves faded away, disappeared, stopped. The mare was suddenly too conscious about the dark shadows around her, about the total silence in the forest. Her eyes moved to the left, then to the right, before she noticed so. The mares had left her alone. The stallion was away, the mares had sneaked off quietly, without making any sound. Predators roamed around in the forest at this time of the night, searching for hopeless preys and other game. And the game had just started.

Amerin rised from her pile of leaves slowly, being grabbed by a sudden feeling of bitterness, and anxiety. Her lungs were pushed together in fear as soon as the hollow sound of howling wolves drifted over to her. Were they close? The desire to the protection of her stallion grew, as the heavily pregnant mare began make a way through the forest. She had to find him, before it was too late.

It was only a few minutes after she had left their resting place, but the mare was already gasping for breath, and her coat was wet. She couldn't stand this. They were at the moment of the birth of the foal, she couldn't use a long walk anymore. Even not when it was just a stroll. The dark brown figure sunk down next to the most nearby tree, panting heavily. This was the end. Even if the foal was born healthily, it wouldn't be able to walk immediately. They had to rest first, both of them. And by then they would have been caught by a predator already. There was no way out.

There was no light that could flow over her coat, the long, thin trees around her didn't allow so. The darkness... She hadn't ever felt it like this. Like she was absorbing it. The mare closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the strange feeling that someone was looking at her. She rested her head on the floor, and banned all her feelings out of her mind.

At the same moment she almost drifted off into unconsciousness, a twig broke. Nearby. Immediately the mare was on all fours, her head high, her muscles tensed, her eyes wide open, her legs shaking. A wolf? A cougar? A bear? The stallion? Only a calm rrrrrrrrrrrroaring sound was needed to let the mare run. For her life.

The dark outlines of the trees passed by in a haze. Blood pulsed in her head, her mind numbed by the increase of adrenaline in my blood. She was freaking out. Racing through the forest with a speed someone wouldn't expect from a highly pregnant mare, the youngster was driven by fear, not only fear for the thing that was chasing her, but also fearing for her daughter's life. What if the foal would be born dead, because of the amount of movement it had to go through?

The mare tripped. Stumbling to the ground, her legs pushed together in an un-untie-able knot, the fall to the floor was frightening. Ground rasped off her skin, her blood poured on the ground, feeling the stones scrape off the feeling of the heavy touch of the floor, the mare fell, and lied down on the ground, still, not moving.

Amerin didn't dared to move. What if the beast was close? There, in the middle of the night, covered in small wounds, lying on the forest floor, frightened by something that could be not even there, the young mare couldn't stop it anymore.
A foal was born.

Covered in blood, wounds, sand, sweat and more blood, Amerin didn't pay any attention to her surroundings anymore. In her eyes was only the glance on the small, black, bloody thing that was in front of her. A small smile appeared on her face, which was a strong contrast between her other looks.
The foal, which had been a small filly in her dreams, a small, weak, loving filly to protect, had been nothing of what she had expected. Neither was the motherhood.

Right in front of her, pushed together as a small ball, the long, thin limbs clumsily folded together, a large, muscled stallion arose. His long, muscled legs were standing still widely, but the foal had a proud look in his eyes. Softly the young mare nudged the foal, being careful not to push him over. The foal snorted. It was a perfect small version of his father. It had definately the more Friesian-like characteristics.

"Under the eyes of Pandora, our Goddess, I name you Black Onyx, to be the light in our darkness."

The mare muttered under her breath, not caring about the prayer, not able to keep her eyes off the small foal. Hér Black Onyx. Hér stallion. Hér son.

~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~

Onyx grew up as a normal foal. He was strong, independent and stubborn. He loved to explore the surroundings, to play with his mother, due to the lack of other foals. No, Amerin and he never went back to the herd. Never felt the urge neither. Well, to continue our story, at the age of eight months, being a large foal, almost the size of a yearling, Amerin fell of a cliff. Into the depths, where only demons and other horrible creatures lived. He never saw her back. Onyx began taking care of himself, learning himself to survive. He roamed around, until he decided he would go back to his herd, to see his dad for the first time. He stayed there. His father forgave them both, and was very grieved about the loss of Amerin.

Onyx became two, and the lead stallion caught a terrible disease. He died, and so Onyx became the leader of the herd. He pulled the mares through the valleys, over the tops and the other moments of life. He always cared for their protection, health and feelings. So he does now. Onyx never left the herd, knowing he wanted to take care of the mares and their foals.
○●

●○ ℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Silence, beautiful moments, births, foals and the sun. ○●
●○ ∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Rain, storms, death, fleeing in mid-summer, when it's hot, strangers. ○●
●○ нσρɛƨ ○●
●○ To find that one mare that will be his mate, who doesn't only care about the rank she'll get when she becomes his mate, his own foals, to increase the herd numbers. ○●
●○ ғɛαяƨ ○●
●○ The darkness of that one night when he was born didn't really impress him, as he is pretty afraid of darkness. ○●
●○ ∂яɛαмƨ ○●
●○ As I mentioned before, a mate. ○●
●○ ғαмιℓʏ ○●
●○ Amerin, mother, Friesian X Mustang, dead.
Frantical, father, Friesian, dead.
Belonging, half-brother, Friesian X Trahkener, somewhere far away.
Stenmore, half-sister, Friesian X Arabian, dead.
○●

●○ ɢσσ∂ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ○●
●○ He pretty much likes the herd members. He considers them his friends. ○●

●○ cяʋƨн ○●
●○ No one. ○●
●○ мαтɛ ○●
●○ He wished so! ○●
●○ ғσαℓƨ ○●
●○ None yet, a wish though. ○●

●○ тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ ○●
●○ Adele ~ Turning Tables ○●
●○ σтнɛя ○●
●○ Nope. ○●
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Re: ℓιғɛ ιƨ α иιɢнтмαяɛ ~ ℓιтɛяαтɛ нσяƨɛ яσℓɛρℓαʏ ~ σρɛи

Postby ɾïṿεṉḋεll » Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:04 am

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●○ вlacĸвιrd ○●○ ғιve yearѕ old ○●○ мare ○●
●○
ѕυвordιnaтe мare ○●


●○ ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ○●
●○ The Maurader's Map ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ TMM or Maurader ○●

●○ ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ ○●
●○ Ebony Blackbird ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ Blackie, 'Canta', or Ebby ○●
●○ αɢɛ ○●
●○ five years ○●
●○ ɢɛи∂ɛя ○●
●○ Mare ○●
●○ яαиκ ○●
●○ Subordinate Mare ○●
●○ ∂ɛƨιяɛ∂ яαиκ ○●
●○ Defender Mare ○●

●○ cσαт cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ Black ○●
●○ ɛʏɛ cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ Deep chestnut brown ○●
●○ σʌɛяαℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи ○●
●○ A horse built to be matching the wind in speed, Blackbird has a long neck and legs and a relitively thin body. Her fur can be tinged with the same dark chestnut in her eyes, as can her mane, in bright sunlight, most often when it bounces of water. She has one sock on her right back hoof, and that hoof is pale, as is her left back one. Her two front hooves are black, or more of a gray, as they would seem next to her deep ebony coat color. Blackbird's mane is shorter than most, thin and silky. Her tail is in much the same condition, though it trails down to her fetlocks at the very tips of it. She is petite, but not tiny. "Small but mighty" describes her, she is powerful and will challange any who dare cross her, even if her smallish stature misleads them on her attitude. But they should have known because of the firey glint in her eye. ○●
●○ вяɛɛ∂ ○●
●○ Spanish Mustang ○●

●○ ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ○●
●○ Blackbird is fiesty. She has always had a spark in her, very animated, very free, very uncontrolable. She is a rable rouser when she wants to be, but mostly, Blackbird is a swift, humourus, with many hopes, and one to get your own spirit up. Eccentric, this young mare is not one to sit in the background. She's got spunk and spirit, with a speedy body to match her fleeting mind, which tends to lead her to trouble, when trouble isn't finding her itself. She is as sweet as she can be, sometimes her heart will switch up on her, and she'll fall head over heels for some handsome young stallion, but Blackbird is never as taken with him as she wants to be. There isn't one, which is why she makes extra effort to show that she's just as important as the males, defending, helping to make decisions, and just putting "stallions in their place". All for "And all men where created equal. . ." Blackbird is one for liberty. One little thing she likes to do is "sing," but she never 'preforms' for anyone. If you want to hear her, you'll have to go FBI. ○●
●○ нιƨтσяʏ ○●
●○ Blackbird was born into a small herd, consisting her older brother, mother, father, sister in law, and her bother's soon-to-be-foal. {Her brother's mate and child came later than her by a few years} When the foal was born, Xenexa, Blackbird knew she wanted to have her own foals one day, Stormbreaker and Vernia seemed so happy.

That was until the fire. Lightning struck a tree in the forest that their wandering herd was resting in, and they ran. Stormbreaker and Blackbird got free of the swiftly moving flames, but their mother and father weren't so lucky. Getting on in years, they couldn't outrun the fire and where devoured into ash while Blackbird and Stormbreaker watched.

In the confusion, Xenexa and Vernia where seperated from the others. When the brother and sister ran into a small lake, their parents where following but overcome. Vernia and the foal came staggering through the flames, mostly dead, charred, and bleeding. They came into the water, but niether made it. Stormbreaker sat by them as they died, telling them how much he loved them, and how amazing they where. Blackbird just cried, but they got the point. Since the death of their family, niether Stormbreaker nor Blackbird have wanted to re-join, until they met Onyx. They where inspired by the wisdom in his eyes, but Stormbreaker has still turned every potential mate away.
○●

●○ ℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Rain, lakes, oceans, forests, spring, running, singing ○●
●○ ∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Muddy paths, bossy horses, wild garlic ○●
●○ нσρɛƨ ○●
●○ "I hope that Stormbreaker will find another mate. It would make him happy if he'd just open up."
"I hope for my own foals."
"I hope for safty of the herd."
○●

●○ ғɛαяƨ ○●
●○ Lightning, storms, fire, snakes ○●
●○ ∂яɛαмƨ ○●
●○ "I really want a family" ○●
●○ ғαмιℓʏ ○●
●○ Stormbreaker- Brother- 100% Spanish Mustang
Battle Flight- Father- 100% Spanish Mustang- Dead
Liberty- Mother- 100% Spanish Mustang- Dead
Vernia- Sister~in~'law'- 50% Freisian, 25% Morgan, 25% Mustang- Dead
Xenexa-Niece- X-Breed- Dead
○●

●○ ɢσσ∂ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ○●
●○ "Only my dear brother." ○●

●○ cяʋƨн ○●
●○ Still looking ○●
●○ мαтɛ ○●
●○ No ○●
●○ ғσαℓƨ ○●
●○ None ○●

●○ тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ ○●
●○ Viva La Vida by Coldplay ○●
●○ σтнɛя ○●
●○ Nothing ○●



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●○ ѕтorмвreaĸer ○●○ ѕeven yearѕ ○●○ ѕтallιon ○●
●○
ѕυвordιnaтe ѕтallιon ○●


●○ ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ○●
●○ The Maurader's Map ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ TMM, Maurader ○●

●○ ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ ○●
●○ Stormbreaker ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ Storm, Break, 'Silent' ○●
●○ αɢɛ ○●
●○ Seven Years ○●
●○ ɢɛи∂ɛя ○●
●○ Stallion ○●
●○ яαиκ ○●
●○ Subordinate Stallion ○●
●○ ∂ɛƨιяɛ∂ яαиκ ○●
●○ Fighter ○●

●○ cσαт cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ Grey, slightly brindle[color=#408040] ○●
●○ ɛʏɛ cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ The same deep hazel as his sister ○●
●○ σʌɛяαℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи ○●
●○ Stormbreaker is a little. . . plumper than his slim and swift sister, who can outrun him easily, because even though he looks quick, Stormbreaker isn't much of a runner. He has a shorter, stockier build than most of his family, and his sister used to tease him for it when she was under her first year. Storm has a deep, black mane, with a few streaks of grey, and white. It's not because of his age, which isn't much, but because of his fur color. All his legs are darker grey four-fifths of his leg, and each hoof is pale, not gray. Stormbreaker has a short mane, much like his sister's. They say that it's a family trait to have shorter, thinner manes. His tail is a medium length, reaching down to his knees when he is standing still. Shorter but larger than Blackbird, he is an impressive figure, strong and silent, mournful and beautiful. Stormbreaker is the lonely, and never really smiles, he most often tilts his head slightly to the earth. ○●
●○ вяɛɛ∂ ○●
●○ Spanish Mustang ○●

●○ ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ○●
●○ Silent and sturdy, Stormbreaker used to be a cheerful soul, free and optimistic as his more cheery sister. Since the fire, which he never speaks about, the stallion has become mournful, sometimes staring off into the distance with a lonely, pained, yet soft expression on his face, as if he was seeing his mate and foal prancing there aound him, which he may very well be. He is a gentle one, but tends to spook young foals by his lack of expression, and some mares that don't know him well, but have only heard about him, shy away, afraid that if they become to close to him that they will meet the same tragic fate of his last love and child. Sweet, Stormbreaker has a honey-sweet voice, which is very rarely heard at more than a light tone, he is never known to yell or snarl, and even though he's a fighter, the stallion seems like the very least person that would be expected to be a fighter, a non-violent air surrounds him. Peaceful, meloncholy, bravely solumn, and sincere are all that mark Storm as a beakon of hopeful love. Unconditional good-naturedness send out a signal that makes some horses want to go up to him and cry with him, then be admitted into his silent, sad world that only he can see. Who cares if they disagree? No one dares to tell him who to be, he sends out a strong signal not to bother him when his in a bad mood. He doesn't rave about, just looks so depressed as to shatter your heart like glass into a million different pieces. ○●
●○ нιƨтσяʏ ○●
●○ Stormbreaker was born into a small herd, consisting his younger sister, mother, father, and, later on, his mate and soon-to-be-child. When the foal was born, Xenexa, Stormbreaker knew he was the happiest stallion alive, and nothing could change that fact.

That was until the fire. Lightning struck a tree in the forest that their wandering herd was resting in, and they ran. Stormbreaker and Blackbird got free of the swiftly moving flames, but their mother and father weren't so lucky. Getting on in years, they couldn't outrun the fire and where devoured into ash while Blackbird and Stormbreaker watched.

In the confusion, Xenexa and Vernia where seperated from the others. When the brother and sister ran into a small lake, their parents where following but overcome. Vernia and the foal came staggering through the flames, mostly dead, charred, and bleeding. They came into the water, but niether made it. Stormbreaker sat by them as they died, telling them how much he loved them, and how amazing they where. Blackbird just cried, but they got the point. Since the death of their family, niether Stormbreaker nor Blackbird have wanted to re-join a new herd, until they met Onyx. They where inspired by the wisdom in his eyes, but Stormbreaker has still turned every potential mate away.
○●

●○ ℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ April Showers, Night Fog, the Moon ○●
●○ ∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Heat, Bright Sunlight, Flies ○●
●○ нσρɛƨ ○●
●○ "I hope that I will see Vernia and Xenexa again before I myself die"
"I hope my sister will find a nice mate and raise a good family, even as I myself failed to do so."
"I hope that I will find a new mate, and that Vernia would approve."
○●

●○ ғɛαяƨ ○●
●○ Snakes, Thunder, Fire, Ghosts, Spirits, Lightning, Loud noises ○●
●○ ∂яɛαмƨ ○●
●○ "I dream that I will be able to still have a happy family." ○●
●○ ғαмιℓʏ ○●
●○ Blackbird- Sister- 100% Spanish Mustang
Battle Flight- Father- 100% Spanish Mustang- Dead
Liberty- Mother- 100% Spanish Mustang- Dead
Vernia- Mate- 50% Freisian, 25% Morgan, 25% Mustang- Dead
Xenexa-Daughter- X-Breed- Dead
○●

●○ ɢσσ∂ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ○●
●○ "My sister, Blackbird" ○●

●○ cяʋƨн ○●
●○ None ○●
●○ мαтɛ ○●
●○ "She's dead" ○●
●○ ғσαℓƨ ○●
●○ Xenexa- Female- X-Breed- Dead at one year old ○●

●○ тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ ○●
●○ Mad World ○●
●○ σтнɛя ○●
●○ Nothing, except for the fact that if anyone wants to eventually be his mate, he's not entirely devoid of want of a lady friend. ○●
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Postby king_bear » Fri Mar 23, 2012 12:23 am

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Postby apathy, » Fri Mar 23, 2012 4:21 am

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●○ Zalika ○●○ nine years old ○●○ Mare ○●
●○
beta mare ○●


●○ ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ○●
●○ Fatal Attraction ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ Fatal ○●

●○ ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ ○●
●○ Zalika ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ Call me Zalika, unless you want to loose that leg of yours. ○●
●○ αɢɛ ○●
●○ Nine Years old, I am not old, most horses live to be twenty six. ○●
●○ ɢɛи∂ɛя ○●
●○ Mare, duh. ○●
●○ яαиκ ○●
●○ Beta Mare ○●
●○ ∂ɛƨιяɛ∂ яαиκ ○●
●○ Alpha Mare, but of course, I don't want it if that one stallion is it. ○●

●○ cσαт cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ I am a rare Chestnut mare. Genetics, everyone in my family was a black, and somehow I am chestnut. ○●
●○ ɛʏɛ cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ A dark brown. ○●
●○ σʌɛяαℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи ○●
●○ wip. ○●
●○ вяɛɛ∂ ○●
●○ 10000% Rare Chestnut Friesian. ○●

●○ ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ○●
●○ wip. ○●
●○ нιƨтσяʏ ○●
●○ Zalika uses her height as an advantage, she has a beautiful trot, and barely can jump. She is known as the 'Firey Friesian' Only because of her coat color. She was used to be a breeding mare and never really got around to breeding her. She has had more than one foal in her life time, around two at the most. She was never allowed to really train the foal, they were always taken when they turned one. ○●
●○ ℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Jumping and Sleeping ○●
●○ ∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Running and Hanging around other horses. ○●
●○ нσρɛƨ ○●
●○ One day to have a foal. ○●
●○ ғɛαяƨ ○●
●○ Mostly interacting with predators. ○●
●○ ∂яɛαмƨ ○●
●○ Uh... to have my own herd? ○●
●○ ғαмιℓʏ ○●
●○ Ticking Time Bomb.3 - Father - 100% Friesian
Love's a Goal - Mother - 100% Friesian
Hope is coming - Sister 100% Friesian
Local Kill - Brother - 100% Friesian
Ticking Time Bomb.2 - Grandpa - 100% Friesian
Mini - 99% Friesian - Unknown
○●

●○ ɢσσ∂ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ○●
●○ None, I don't want any. ○●

●○ cяʋƨн ○●
●○ Eh. ○●
●○ мαтɛ ○●
●○ Stallions are annoying. ○●
●○ ғσαℓƨ ○●
●○ I want some. ○●

●○ тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ ○●
●○ Eh. ○●
●○ σтнɛя ○●
●○ Nope. ○●


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●○ NAME HERE ○●○ AGE HERE ○●○ GENDER HERE ○●
●○
RANK HERE ○●


●○ ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ○●
●○ Fatal Attraction ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ Fatal ○●

●○ ғʋℓℓ иαмɛ ○●
●○ Feral Horse ○●
●○ иιcκиαмɛ ○●
●○ Feral ○●
●○ αɢɛ ○●
●○ 4 Years old ○●
●○ ɢɛи∂ɛя ○●
●○ Stallion ○●
●○ яαиκ ○●
●○ Subordinate Stallion ○●
●○ ∂ɛƨιяɛ∂ яαиκ ○●
●○ Defender. ○●

●○ cσαт cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ A dark Chestnut Dun ○●
●○ ɛʏɛ cσℓσʋя ○●
●○ Brown ○●
●○ σʌɛяαℓℓ ∂ɛƨcяιρтισи ○●
●○ wip. ○●
●○ вяɛɛ∂ ○●
●○ Akhla Teke ○●

●○ ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ○●
●○ Wip. ○●
●○ нιƨтσяʏ ○●
●○ wip. ○●
●○ ℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Grazing and Running ○●
●○ ∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ○●
●○ Standing still for too long, and jumping. ○●
●○ нσρɛƨ ○●
●○ wip. ○●
●○ ғɛαяƨ ○●
●○ He can't stand snakes, it is a fear of his. ○●
●○ ∂яɛαмƨ ○●
●○ He wants to have his own herd, to be in charge. ○●
●○ ғαмιℓʏ ○●
●○ Counting Stars - Mother
Death till we Part - Father
Flowering Bud - Sister
Shooting Star - Grandmother
Pepper Sea - Grand Father
○●

●○ ɢσσ∂ ғяιɛи∂ƨ ○●
●○ Will develop Friends. ○●

●○ cяʋƨн ○●
●○ None Yet. ○●
●○ мαтɛ ○●
●○ No one has caught my eye. ○●
●○ ғσαℓƨ ○●
●○ None. ○●

●○ тнɛмɛ ƨσиɢ ○●
●○ International Love ○●
●○ σтнɛя ○●
●○ Nope. ○●
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