juice box. wrote:Username: juice box.
Name: Diabolos
Gender: Bull
Collar Color: Golden tan with a rusted silver bell, if possible!
Why is he an angry boi?:Riddled with a rather short temper, Diabolos is often found muddling over something that causes his neutral expression to curve downwards. It doesn't take much to anger him, unfortunately. Sometimes, it can be the smallest things that turn his mood sour, no matter what they may happen to be. Things such as being told that the P in pterodactyl is actually silent can be why he is caught in a bad mood. Diabolos will attempt to stuff down his fits of anger but a lot of the time the steam just boils over to the point he just cannot hold it back.
But today, something new has caused Diabolos's originally good day to flip upside down. He was doing his usual rounds on Black Rose Cove, tying up any fallen trees after a particularly bad thunderstorm the day before and hefting them around the island as he was on a hunt to find any downed trees. There were many trees that had succumbed to the whipping, angry storm winds, slumped over each other or all alone. However, the strong lucky rope he used to drag them around finally snapped as he attempted to finish up the job, causing the fallen trees to tumble apart as the rope finally released.
It was this particular rope he used for about any job or event. It had been passed down in his family, from his great great grandfather and finally ending up in his hooves. It was used in any job possible for every bull before him, being used to haul other objects and more. Not once had it been broken beforehand, but now there it laid, snapped in half on the ground. Diabolos could physically feel his heart drop to his stomach as every vein popped. That rope had basically been a relic to his family. He had promised never to lose or break it. But now there it was. The only thing he had left to remind him of his father and family. The one thing he considered to bring him luck. Now broken. Diabolos could feel the immediate anger as it boiled, his stomach twisted in knots as he moved sluggishly to examine the rope. He knew it was his fault, yet he wanted to blame the trees for what had just happened.
Though, Diabolos would never forgive himself for what happened. While he had been upset and disappointed in himself, his father would be more disappointed in him. He had broken a promise he had made with the one bull who he looked up to. Nothing stung more than that. So, Diabolos was stuck in his foul mood for quite some time at the thought of not only being a disappointment to himself but to his father who he could no longer apologize to, leaving him quite angry and moody.
Virixin wrote:Trading this boy to Black.Wings!
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