[Khans]

Second of the Angel theme, Abathar Muzania

These Angelic tolters are simply called "Angels" or "Angel Tolters, AT" (very creative, I know)
Angels tend to follow their name sake when it comes to personality, so not every Angel is going to be a goodie sugar plum . In appearance, all Angels have glossy, light coloured eyes (pastel almost), and light coloured coats, markings will range. Angels also tend to be taller (no more than 15hh though), smarter, and faster than the average tolter. If you want to know all of the Angels i'm going to do , here is the list. I'm not going to skip any unless it's the same angel but with a different name, so don't worry. If you have any questions feel free to message me!

Quick Bio on Aba: an angelic being mentioned in the literature of the Mandaeans. He is described as having the responsibility of weighing the souls of the deceased to determine their worthiness, using a set of scales to do so. He is also described as being the angel of the North Star. -Wiki

Username: Bentley
Name: The Weight Of Worthiness (Abathar)
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Pale silver, with white flecks
Personalty: More than slightly judgmental and harsh when it comes to those that fall short of worthiness, Abathar may as well wield some sort of chopping block at all times. Tall and imposing, his pale eyes are often akin to tinted glass shards - beautiful, dangerous, and holding no sort of warmth, sympathy or promise for mercy, and his stance is typically stiff and straight - almost like the guard to some fantastic gate. What hobbies he enjoys are sparse and somewhat dull for most; he does love to stargaze, and he grooms himself somewhat obsessively, but his favorite thing to do is pace. Abathar cannot stand to remain in one place for long, even when at rest, so he wanders in great circles, following the fences and inadvertently worrying those he shares the paddock with. They probably have reason to fret anyway, though - very few meet his high standards of morality.

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quick wip <3

[TheToyMaker]

Oh, wow. This is one of the most beautiful tolters I've ever seen. Not like that "unique color oh so pretty", but, stunning, almost. A kind of grace.


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[defiance.]

Username: Risk.
Name: Skyfall
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Blue with splashes of gold
Personalty: Skyfall is a very righteous stallion that values justice and mercy both. He thinks that everyone should have a consequence for their actions, be it good or bad, but at the same time no one should be overly punished. He calls that cruelty. Very moral and ethical, there are no shades of grey with this guy. Everything is either right or it is wrong, there are no in-betweens or morally grey areas. He has a strict code of conduct he follows, and very rarely breaks unless it's under extreme circumstances. He can be very strict, demanding, and almost cold, but that's because he's only trying to do the right thing.
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Deb wasn't in the habit of stumbling across wild horses. The area where she lived wasn't good for it, and she had never been lucky anyway. She was out for a hack one Saturday morning on Espionage when she spotted a muted splash of grey and white peeking out from behind a few trees. Espionage looked particularly interested, her ears pricked and her tail swishing from flank to flank as if she was wagging it. Normally that's a sign of irritation, but Deb knew her mare better than that.

The splash of color in the dark trees moved- and Deb could tell right away that it wasn't a dog or a car or something along those lines. In fact, it seemed to have the right body type to be a horse. But what would a horse be doing way out here. With a furrowed brow, Deb kicked her feet out of her stirrups and swung off of Espionage, whom stayed right where she was as her rider crept towards the woods. Should it be a wild horse, Deb didn't want to scare it away and cause it to harm itself or something. That would just be awful.

She clucked once. That's all it took for the horse to come pushing out through the trees, its ears pricked and alert. There wasn't a physical aura around this one, Deb could tell that much, but she definitely felt something about this wild horse, and it was good. Angelic really. She tentatively scooted forward a few steps to try and touch the horse, whom met her halfway. Was this one of those angelic tolters she had been hearing about? It seemed like it must be-

"Hey there, buddy," Deb moved her hand slowly to stroke over the horse's cheek and then down onto its neck. She didn't know enough to know for certain if it was an angelic tolter, and if it was she certainly didn't know which one, so she'd have to come up with a name fitting for it's brilliant coat and heavenly aura, "How about Skyfall?"

[landofmakebelieve]

Username: piaffes in the snow
Name: Balthazar
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Light golden, like a dirty blonde colour, with blue buckles.
Personalty: Sarcastic • Short-Tempered • Hateful • Honest
First encounter?: I now had my first angel boy Castiel. We were out for a walk, just me and him. Since I had found him, we had grown very close, and he was now very protective over me. As Cas and I walked along, side-by-side through the snowy willow forest, we could hear the hoofbeats of another horse, as if it was following us, but when we would look, we could see nothing. My fleabitten grey stallion now walked right next to me, our shoulders brushing as we walked, and I'm not sure if this was out of fear or protectiveness. Anyway, as we carried on, so did the hoofbeats.

Thud, thud, thud, thud...

They would thunder around us. Then I spotted a glimpse of the legs of this mysterious horse; long and white. Beautiful really. As much as Castiel didn't want to continue to carry on, I made him, and he followed me cautiously along, his ears constantly swiveling this way and that.

Thud, thud, thud, thud...

The hoofbeats carried on. As my eyes darted around, I caught another breif look at the handsome horse. I could see now that he was an overo. Dapple grey. I urged Cas to hurry up and began jogging down the trail. Who is he? Where did he come from? These and many other questions running through my mind.

Thud, thud...

They cut short this time. I jogged up the hill that lay before me on the trail. When I reached the top, I was pleasntly surprised to see the owner of the hoofbeats, standing only a few feet away and staring at me through vibrant eyes. He's even more magnificent up close... I thought as I stepped slowly toward him. His ears were flicked back, but when I spoke, they instantly pricked up. "Balthazar." I giggled when his ears pricked toward me. "You like that, do you?"

[guilttripping]

Username: fjord rider
Name: Twilight Tainted With Blood ''Feather'
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: leather with gold buckles.
Personalty: Feather is short tempered. He often gets irritated easily and wound up. He can be highly strung. Usually, it's not his fault for his bad Behavior but he gets in a mood frequently.
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I came down to the yard and noticed my horses were keenly leaning one one Fence. Like something was there. They were who keeping slightly and I saw a black outline, but I didn't know what it was. The shape kept disappearing into the forest and coming back out as if trying to urge my Tolters out their field. You can imagine my confusion. I headed to the fence and watched this shape intently. When I got there I noticed it was little white and grey stallion. Luckily, I had brought a headcollar and he'd let me capture him. I lead the magnificent stallion back to my barn. He was literally doing passage at my side!

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: Keeper of the Scales // Aba
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Black with a gold scale on his cheek piece and gold clasps
Personalty: Aba is a very methodical horse, he is often seen staring off into the distance with a look upon his face which always means that he is in deep thought, almost as if he is in another world. He is looked up to among all of the horses at the barn, though and often is seen being given food from other piles of hay by each horse individually, even the foals, who rarely eat hay. Aba, has an heir of sophistication to him that no one can understand, it is almost as if he knows more than everyone else and uses it to his advantage to sneak things out of both people and horses. However, Aba does have a soft spot, for wounded beeings whether they are equine, or something else he always tends to try and help them to the best of his abilities, even if his are just showing some affection, which can mean a lot, since he rarely does.
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My first encounter with Aba was very strange, it was late one night and I started to hear my horses screaming in the barn, to me that was quite odd, they had never done such things before, so I quickly through on my house coat and some boots and off I trudged across the driveway to my barn where I could hear my horses crying out. I threw open the barn door in the hopes of scaring off whatever was scaring them, however what I saw could not be explained. I saw a being it's wings spread out and the light shining behind it making the being quite dark and the light quite bright. As I held my hand over my eyes trying to get a better look and see what was scaring my horses so much and if it really had wings, but as I blinked away the light dots in my eyes the form changed. Now of course it was quite late in the night and I was quite tired, but I still believe what I saw had been an angel.
When I reopened my eyes the light was just my over head lamps and there in front of me stood a strong looking white stallion with a what looked like folded dapple grey wings, on his body. I still don't know if I am crazy or not but that horse definitely is not like any other and I absolutely love him for that.

[Elix]

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Wp will finish soon

[Desmond]

Username: Bentley
Name: The Weight Of Worthiness (Abathar)
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Pale silver, with white flecks
Personalty: More than slightly judgmental and harsh when it comes to those that fall short of worthiness, Abathar may as well wield some sort of chopping block at all times. Tall and imposing, his pale eyes are often akin to tinted glass shards - beautiful, dangerous, and holding no sort of warmth, sympathy or promise for mercy, and his stance is typically stiff and straight - almost like the guard to some fantastic gate. What hobbies he enjoys are sparse and somewhat dull for most; he does love to stargaze, and he grooms himself somewhat obsessively, but his favorite thing to do is pace. Abathar cannot stand to remain in one place for long, even when at rest, so he wanders in great circles, following the fences and inadvertently worrying those he shares the paddock with. They probably have reason to fret anyway, though - very few meet his high standards of morality.
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The fields are a ways away from the hill where it stands, overlooking the barn, the paddocks and the animals that reside within them. On occasion, some of the creatures are led up to visit it - or, at least the beings that reside within it, the humans that care for the land that it preside over like some great statue may watch over a city. It is no statue, though, or castle on a mountaintop, and its land is certainly not a city. But it is what it is, and it guards it.

It's not too terribly often that the humans bring home a new creature to care for, but it does happen every once in a blue moon and they almost leave the animal in a separate, hidden paddock on the far side of the barn for a few days to judge its health, personality and vitality. And, if all is well, they bring it up to meet a special member of the family - a young woman who, after a riding accident (and oh, it was saddening to watch), was relegated to a wheelchair. The horses, for all intents and purposes, are for her, though she can never ride them again. Instead, she wheels her way down the ramp the family built down the flanks of the land's guardian and, like the great beast of wood and glass and stone that she resides in, she watches over her animals. Like her fellow humans, she cares for them, a benevolent queen to the tiniest kingdom of horses, family and the occasional wayward chicken.

The newest citizen was far enough that the guardian's windows hardly reflected it when the light was positioned just right, and the shadow of the quaint little tower on the roof barely met with the far corner's guttering. A dwelling can hardly feel such things as curiosity, naturally, but the air within each room was thick with intensity and watchfulness, so much so that the men in the family were all but glued to the windows when they were not outside, keeping an eye on the new, white and grey creature. The animal itself was just as observant and stiff as the guardian's bones of beams and screws, and whether or not either empathized with the other for the ramrod-straight back (or roof, as it were) or pillar-like legs (beams) that bore all of the weight of what may as well be the world upon its shoulders, neither were willing to admit.

The guardian stood watch for a week as the great creature - but a pale pinprick in the distance) paced in circles, or stared at the other horses in the other paddocks. It made no move to call to them, nor did it try to break down the fence as the demonic creature that now stayed in another, separate and well-guarded field - aptly nicknamed "Hades" among the humans as they talked amongst themselves - once did. No, the new animal was... while not entirely calm, the guardian understood that it seemed to be a lot like itself - a watchful guard. If walls could talk in a way horses could understand, they would probably get along.

Then came the day that the creature was leg to the ramp to meet the young woman. Finally, the windows caught the name of the new horse, vibrating slightly with the sound of the humans saying it over and over to get it right. Abathar. Abathar. Abathar. Abathar, for what it was worth, seemed most unimpressed with his surroundings, head held high and legs,as they had in the field, like beams holding up his solid body. Each mention of his name merited a swift glance by pale eyes that matched the guardian's pale windows on a warm, cloudless summer day. He seemed like a perfect, living echo of the guardian's role.

That is, until those sharp eyes landed on the guardian itself. And the guardian knew - it had been very, very wrong.

The guardian was a dwelling; others lived within it, carved out spaces for themselves and lived their lives within its skin of wood and glass and stone. It had no soul, at least in the metaphysical sense, though it could be argued that it had a residual environmental spirit within it, fostered by its inhabitants. It had no true eyes or heart or mind, nor was it really even truly alive to experience emotion other than what could be absorbed by the spirit that floated in the air among its walls.

And yet, with one look of Abathar's piercing gaze, the guardian's soul was rendered bare and laid to waste. Unliving, it was deemed unworthy of attention, but permitted to exist within the creature's frame of existence. At least, that was how the guardian interpreted the slow turn of the animal's head, the stare dragging its way down the wood and stone siding to return to the fleshy beings before him, their comparatively small hands offering treats for his favor.

When they finally - finally took him back out to the barn, the guardian all but relaxed against its many pillars and beams and supporting walls, glad to finally see the pale creature's rump at a distance. It could stand another several decades without never experiencing that judgmental glare again.

That wasn't going to happen, though, of course. Abathar was there to stay. And the guardian on the hill, with its facade of wood and glass and stone, would have to face it again and again and again.

If the foyer made an odd, pathetic groaning sound when the wheelchair passed over it, none of the humans noticed.

[Khans]

Username: Bentley
Name: The Weight Of Worthiness (Abathar)
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Pale silver, with white flecks
Personalty: More than slightly judgmental and harsh when it comes to those that fall short of worthiness, Abathar may as well wield some sort of chopping block at all times. Tall and imposing, his pale eyes are often akin to tinted glass shards - beautiful, dangerous, and holding no sort of warmth, sympathy or promise for mercy, and his stance is typically stiff and straight - almost like the guard to some fantastic gate. What hobbies he enjoys are sparse and somewhat dull for most; he does love to stargaze, and he grooms himself somewhat obsessively, but his favorite thing to do is pace. Abathar cannot stand to remain in one place for long, even when at rest, so he wanders in great circles, following the fences and inadvertently worrying those he shares the paddock with. They probably have reason to fret anyway, though - very few meet his high standards of morality.
First encounter?:

The fields are a ways away from the hill where it stands, overlooking the barn, the paddocks and the animals that reside within them. On occasion, some of the creatures are led up to visit it - or, at least the beings that reside within it, the humans that care for the land that it preside over like some great statue may watch over a city. It is no statue, though, or castle on a mountaintop, and its land is certainly not a city. But it is what it is, and it guards it.

It's not too terribly often that the humans bring home a new creature to care for, but it does happen every once in a blue moon and they almost leave the animal in a separate, hidden paddock on the far side of the barn for a few days to judge its health, personality and vitality. And, if all is well, they bring it up to meet a special member of the family - a young woman who, after a riding accident (and oh, it was saddening to watch), was relegated to a wheelchair. The horses, for all intents and purposes, are for her, though she can never ride them again. Instead, she wheels her way down the ramp the family built down the flanks of the land's guardian and, like the great beast of wood and glass and stone that she resides in, she watches over her animals. Like her fellow humans, she cares for them, a benevolent queen to the tiniest kingdom of horses, family and the occasional wayward chicken.

The newest citizen was far enough that the guardian's windows hardly reflected it when the light was positioned just right, and the shadow of the quaint little tower on the roof barely met with the far corner's guttering. A dwelling can hardly feel such things as curiosity, naturally, but the air within each room was thick with intensity and watchfulness, so much so that the men in the family were all but glued to the windows when they were not outside, keeping an eye on the new, white and grey creature. The animal itself was just as observant and stiff as the guardian's bones of beams and screws, and whether or not either empathized with the other for the ramrod-straight back (or roof, as it were) or pillar-like legs (beams) that bore all of the weight of what may as well be the world upon its shoulders, neither were willing to admit.

The guardian stood watch for a week as the great creature - but a pale pinprick in the distance) paced in circles, or stared at the other horses in the other paddocks. It made no move to call to them, nor did it try to break down the fence as the demonic creature that now stayed in another, separate and well-guarded field - aptly nicknamed "Hades" among the humans as they talked amongst themselves - once did. No, the new animal was... while not entirely calm, the guardian understood that it seemed to be a lot like itself - a watchful guard. If walls could talk in a way horses could understand, they would probably get along.

Then came the day that the creature was leg to the ramp to meet the young woman. Finally, the windows caught the name of the new horse, vibrating slightly with the sound of the humans saying it over and over to get it right. Abathar. Abathar. Abathar. Abathar, for what it was worth, seemed most unimpressed with his surroundings, head held high and legs,as they had in the field, like beams holding up his solid body. Each mention of his name merited a swift glance by pale eyes that matched the guardian's pale windows on a warm, cloudless summer day. He seemed like a perfect, living echo of the guardian's role.

That is, until those sharp eyes landed on the guardian itself. And the guardian knew - it had been very, very wrong.

The guardian was a dwelling; others lived within it, carved out spaces for themselves and lived their lives within its skin of wood and glass and stone. It had no soul, at least in the metaphysical sense, though it could be argued that it had a residual environmental spirit within it, fostered by its inhabitants. It had no true eyes or heart or mind, nor was it really even truly alive to experience emotion other than what could be absorbed by the spirit that floated in the air among its walls.

And yet, with one look of Abathar's piercing gaze, the guardian's soul was rendered bare and laid to waste. Unliving, it was deemed unworthy of attention, but permitted to exist within the creature's frame of existence. At least, that was how the guardian interpreted the slow turn of the animal's head, the stare dragging its way down the wood and stone siding to return to the fleshy beings before him, their comparatively small hands offering treats for his favor.

When they finally - finally took him back out to the barn, the guardian all but relaxed against its many pillars and beams and supporting walls, glad to finally see the pale creature's rump at a distance. It could stand another several decades without never experiencing that judgmental glare again.

That wasn't going to happen, though, of course. Abathar was there to stay. And the guardian on the hill, with its facade of wood and glass and stone, would have to face it again and again and again.

If the foyer made an odd, pathetic groaning sound when the wheelchair passed over it, none of the humans noticed.

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