username: Bentley
show name: The Guardian of the Black Throne
barn name: Cain
gender: stallion
halter color: Dark, dark red - almost black, until he's in the light. That's when it shines that deep, garnet red.
personality: There really is no telling what Cain would and wouldn't do. His temper is that of a hurricane - let no object stand in his way, for it will be decimated under his sure and steady hooves - and his ire is a merciless torrent of misery for anyone unlucky enough to spark it. It takes a strong will to get him to stay in his own little barn and paddock, without destroying the new metal fencing (the repairs to the wooden ones got too costly), let alone most types of training. He is far too dangerous to ride, and leading can only be done by a select few who have managed to earn his respect - reluctantly. Cain is wild, fierce and stubborn, a devil of a horse if there ever was one, and yet, he does have some redeeming value: his violent nature makes him an excellent creature to have around to combat hungry predators eyeing the calm, complacent horses in the neighboring fields. More than once, foolish coyotes and cougars have been found deceased and rended underhoof in his enclosure.
Though dangerous, Cain isn't mindless. He is endlessly clever, finding ways to open doors and cause mayhem, and then pinning the blame on others by returning to his solitary barn without being noticed. His dark tendencies often mean that important papers and books are the least of anyone's worries; dented machinery, missing shutters, and broken windows are far more his style. But who can prove it's him, if he's never caught?
first experience: [Spartan's given me permission to use
Rowe <3]
It was child's play to break out of the barn again, the lock falling out of Cain's mouth with little more than a soft
tff against the dusty ground. He coiled his back legs and sprung forth, hooves pounding as he plotted his next little bout of fun before the sun rose fully: he'd noticed a visitor being holed up in a field not too far away, but still at a distance where he couldn't really see the (unfortunate) temporary neighbor, other than the dark coat and pathetically dog-like loyalty.
Cain had never felt the desire to follow the moronic humans around. They were weak, stupid, compared to him.
Coming up to the fence and rearing, he eyed the newcomer. A stallion, though that was hardly surprising news, and he cut a would-have-been-imposing figure against the dark, dew-soaked grass. Piercing, golden eyes - hardly a match for Cain's stark red, but had he not seen the dark male's weak nature, he might have been slightly unsettled. As it was, it merely angered him more: how
dare this meek,
domesticated thing possess threatening qualities that Cain himself valued?
He tossed his broad shoulder against the wood, feeling and hearing it groan under the impact. He couldn't break it without alerting the handlers, he didn't have time to wreck the lock, and of
course the fences had been rebuilt taller as to prevent him from simply leaping over in this type of situation. But... he could threaten and scare the visitor.
He wheeled around and paced alongside the fence, his head lowered to where he could keep an eye on his victim, promising every nightmare, every ruthless thing that had ever haunted a frightened animal,
if only he could get in without raising alarms. He could feel the yellow eyes on him, and watched as he calmly placed himself in the middle of the paddock - absolutely unreachable unless Cain found his way through the fence.
'That smart little - '
"Hey!"
'Oops.'The handers' red truck was approaching, the headlamps fickering as the vehicle ran over some light bumps. In the dim light of dawn, they'd managed to catch him, the wicked, pale ghost worrying the tall, dark shade that stood so
frustratingly calmly out of reach.
'Time to lead you all on a merry little chase.'
