[Toffi~]

 Owner       >>> .Lone Wolf.
 Name                >>> Tötlicher Zorn
 Gender         >>> Female
 Adoption Price         >>> x
 Training         >>> x
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  . sassy
  . loves water
  . fool
  . loftily

 Offspring;
 None
 Parents;
 Sire
 Dam

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[noreptiles_]

.:Name:.
Tödlicher Zorn
{German for Deadly Wrath}

.:Discipline:.
Racing
{flat track, steeplechase}

.:Price Bought For:.
n/a
bred from Efialtes & Tobender Alptraum

.:Gender:.
Female

.:Species:.
Neravontii

.:Height:.
Zorn is 16 feet.

.:Coloring:.
Zorn is dark grey with lighter shades on backs of feet and center of body. She has jagged white markings along her topline, and across her muzzle. Like her mother, she has a few red cuts on her forelegs and across her eye. She has a mutation, short, cropped hair, like a Mohawk that is red-black and white.

.:Personality:.
Like her parents, this girl is a nightmare. She's a anti-social tomboy that's sassy and hates being around other females and the stallions and some geldings act as if she's a he. Zorn makes mistakes and goofs around in a loftily manner, but denies it ever happens. She keeps her heart in a barricade, and only cares and shows her true self to her owner, and her parents.

.:Terperment:.
On a scale 1-10, she would be placed as a 9.

.:Likes:.
* Water, but not snow
* Darkness, working at night
* Getting her way
* Reptiles

.:Dislikes:.
* Fire, too much heat
* Brightness, working at day
* Not getting her way
* Insects

[noreptiles_]

It was the darkest night of the year, wind howling, trees clashing when she was born. Her mum was going along fine, all going to plan, nothing wrong, until the foal came out. The foal, black as night, dusted with white, and drops of red scattered across, and the hair, the short spiky mow hawk sprung from her neck like a giraffes. I was to afraid to approach her, the look she had, how her ears were pinned, it sent shivers straight down my spine. She looked like her parents, and her personality even worse, Tötlicher Zorn...

The foal stood on shaky legs, ears flat against her skull.
I took a step back, nervous and trapped. She charged forward and stumbled into me. As me fell, I wrapped my arms around her tiny damp frame gently to break her fall. Landing in a heap, we untangled each other and I backed away slowly. Her mom raced to her side, budging her back into her feet. Her eyes glaring at my back as I left the stall.

[noreptiles_]

Her temper didn't soften with age. As the filly became a mare, she grew to accept me as part of her family. So that temper became sass and she became a trickster. She would pull at my hair when I groomed her, or kick a bucket over. But today was different.. she was behaving once in her life and my contempt turned to suspicion. I had the saddle and blanket in hand and as I approached her, she stared me down, ears pinned back.

Without warning, she charged me, teeth baring, making me land in a pile of mud. Her head titled upwards and she started chirping in a laughing manner. While she was distracted, I slipped forward and threw the saddle and blanket upon her back, cinching it tight. I smiled as she stood stock still with shock on her face. Ruffling her hair, I lead her around the arena to get used to the weight of the saddle. But I knew that the mare was already planning revenge.

[noreptiles_]

Revenge was coming. Like the storm that hit the barn a few nights before I was planning on riding her. The storm nocked a few fences down, and I spent the next few weeks repairing them with the help of my Neras. Today Zorn was my helper, and she was behaving for the most part.. now and then she would throw a twig at me or splash mud on my pants.
A couple of hours passed, and the repairs were finally finished. I sat a top one of the 10ft fences surveying the land. That's when attacked... Charging forward, she rammed into the fence, causing me to fall. Gritting my teeth, I reached out, and wrapped my arms, then legs around her little frame.
Rearing in surprise, Zorn charged away, me barely hanging on to her. Eventually, she gave up with a short and stood still. At least I thought she did. As I loosened my grip, she reared, nocking me from her back into a pit of mud. Glaring at her, I scooped up mud and flung it at her.