Myself, I hope. My name is Korona Knight. I'm fairly new to "adoptions", but I've never seen to get my head wrapped around winning anything, so I continue to try, and the idea of this species does intrigue me so, so I suppose we'll see just what I come up with to win this bad boy.
Terran name;;
Arkaic {are-kay-ick}. He would go by Ark for short. His looks and the entire species' looks remind me of a fairy tale, or something old, and instead of the normal spelling of archaic, I decided he needed something just a little more...fun. I was also thinking of Senex, Anticuus, or Perodi.
Terran age;;
Ark is little over 5 years old. Still considered young, Ark has kept his youthfullness and strength of his adolescense, and though barely an adult himself, Ark believes he is wiser beyond his years.
Terran gender;;
Ark is, quite obviously, a male.
Terran height;;
On the tall side, Ark is roughly 18hh.
Terran personality;;
Ark is one of the strong and silent types. He enjoys spending his nights alone, not interested in the herd life. Due to his unnatural coloring, he has a hard time trusting anyone who dares to get close to him, as he feels they only like him because of his rarity. He has yet to fall in love with another, and doesn't particularly plan on it. He often gives off the vibe of being a "bad boy," as his strength and attitude lean towards that particular stereotype. He had never backed down from a challenge, and has yet to lose one. Though hard on the outside, Ark is rather soft on the inside. He has a soft spot for young terrans and has a hard time saying no to them. He almost has a motherly instinct when it comes to them, whereas in contrast he has a more fatherly instinct towards those in their adolescent years. Either way, he stands as a guardian to those younger, smaller, and weaker than he, even if they don't quite realize it at that time.
Creative piece;;
{Point of view is that of an admirer of his~}
I am but a nothing in his presence; this I know as a fact.
He comes around here, acting like a shadow. It both haunts and comforts me, the way he protects us all like that. Though he hardly says a word, his gentle green eyes say everything that needs to be said.
A young filly, he calls me. A fawn who has barely opened her eyes. I would call him a fool, if he weren't so right all the time.
I am but a joke to him. If only he could see.
He stands next to me now, his flank twitching every now and then as jeweled flies land there, matching eerily perfect to his own coat. What a beautiful coat, I might add. A dark emerald in color, ebony branches stretching across his muscled thighs, the shapes of trees and their branches dancing along his hindquarters and face. He is part of nature, and I suspect that's where the majority of his power lies, though he has not answered my questions about it.
There's silence in the air as we stand, side by side, my startling white fur, only broken by the silver dapples along my back and legs and black dorsal stripe, against his dark green. The only thing that wasn't in so much contrast was our front legs; mine were a white, and the bottom of his front legs were the same color.
For some reason, he disliked it greatly when I pointed that out.
The rest of my herd lay asleep. The quiet was blissful, yet painful.
"So...you're really leaving, huh?"
I hadn't meant for the words to fall so effortlessly out of my mouth, and it scared me to hear them aloud.
A snort echoed a response to my question, and I painfully realized he was laughing. It was a taught, deep laugh, one I loved so much, but it was eerie and scary at the same time, something that made my pelt quiver as a shiver ran down my thin spine.
"Why do you continue to ask me to stay, anchoring me here?"
His dark voice tickled my silver tipped ears, and for a moment, I was lost in the deepness of it. Everything about him was lovely and perfect.
"You know exactly how I feel; why must I continue to say it?"
I was tired. I was tired of forcing him to stay, forcing him to continue to watch over my herd. I was tired of watching him leave, only to return and re-ignite my hope, my feelings.
"It works, does it not? I always come back after you say those things. Those...sweet nothings."
He actually smiled at this, and that only fueled my pure hatred for him. I could not stand him, and I could not stand to live without him.
"You're sick, you know that? You play with me, taunt me, act like one day you'll actually take me away from this retched place and let me travel with you. You act like you'll let me in, like I might actually be "the one", but it's never true, is it?"
My breathing was labored as I glared at him, looking at him straight on, amethyst meeting emerald as our eyes locked. This was a standard for us now; it was something I hated and loved. The passion was both negative and positive, confusing the mind. I couldn't stand him, yet I couldn't be without him. He was my other half.
"The things I say are not sweet nothings; they actually mean something to me."
I bit off the last remark, still glaring at him. I then looked away. I was shy a year of becoming a mare, a full-fledged terran; nowhere near his standards, apparently. He was looking for a mare, and I was but a filly.
I hung my head then, defeated.
I could hear him as he stepped back. I could feel the beat of his hooves as he turned. I could even sense when he turned his head to see if I had moved.
I had not. I was not going to look up. I was done with the mysterious figure known as Arkaic. I was done with his stupid antics, the way he led every mare on, the way he acted like he was so much higher than everyone else. I was completely and utterly done.
"See you at sunset tomorrow, then?"
That dark laugh that followed after send thrilling chills down my spine.
"What makes you so sure I'll be there?"
I lifted my head, meeting his gaze once more, though he was surprising close to me at this point, close enough to make my heart skip a beat, allowing it to flutter around in my rib cage, threatening to break loose and get closer to this handsome demon.
"What are your other choices, Elana? There are no other colts here who have attracted your attention. You need me; I see that. I've gotten too close to you, and my leaving only draws you closer. I suppose I play with you not because its fun, but I enjoy the idea of love. I don't believe it exists, but perhaps, if I faked it hard enough, I could believe it does."
A simple nuzzle from him sent me into a whirlwind, and it took all I had to not faint. As it was, I was gasping for breath as he circled me, nuzzling my flank before touching my nose once again with his.
"Tomorrow," he chuckled.
In the next few moments, I watched as he walked away, his perfect, even gate taking him into the dense foliage and out of my life once again. I knew he was right; there was no one else for me but him now. It angered me about what he said, but I couldn't help but believe him. Did he does this to all of his lovers, young and old? Did he change them how he changed me? I should still be a child, yet I act like an adult because of him. I should be enjoying life, and here I stand, despising it.
I looked around at my herd. It was no wonder he thought me a fool. Only fools believed in love, and only fools fell in love with him.
Extras;;
If I were any good at art, I would draw him, but seeing as I really can't draw...hahaha. Good luck to whoever wins him~[/size]
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