Post by Mad Nysa on Dec 10, 2011 19:34:06 GMT -5
Name:Weed
A.K.A Despair
Breed:Unknown
Gender:Female
Age:3 or 4
Height:15 hh
Coat Colour: Dark Brown
Mane Colour:Black
Tail Colour: Black
Eye Colour:Black
Markings:Black stockings
Image: none
Alliance: Dark
History: You always think a foal's birth is magical. A caring and loving family watching until finally the darling little thing comes out. It's magical when the foal stands up for the first time and it's mother licks it loving. Well, Weed's wasn't. Her mother was owned by cruel greedy people that whipped her every second. Even the day she gave birth to Weed they whipped her to go faster. As soon as Weed opened her eyes on cold hard ground her mother's eyes were on her, but made no signs to get up. If the scene was different Weed could have been a loving,kind, and caring foal, but what she saw next changed that forever. The people kept whipping her mother to get her to get up, but she made no movement as the last of her life was sucked out of her with each crack of the whip. Weed watched the whole thing. Once her mother was lifeless the owners turned their attention to her. Instead of whipping her fragile body they grabbed her from underneath and forced her to stand. Then she was picked up and thrown in a cold hard stall with a mother horse who had lost her child a week ago. Barely surviving on the milk of her new mother, she grew old enough to not depend on milk anymore. The instant that happened her step mom was dragged away, and Weed was forced to work. She was no draft horse, but she was forced to drag carts across the big city she lived in. Everyday her rump was sore from the horrible long whip used to keep her going. Since she was so young she had small carts but when she reached one years old, she got bigger carts. Already dead inside, she began hearing a sweet voice inside her head. It claimed it was god and was to guide Weed. Even though the owners called her Weed the voice called her Despair. Ever since the voice came Weed worked harder, and didn't feel so alone. All through the next year the voice comforted her and told her she was beautiful. The day of her 2nd birthday the voice, who she called Onyx, sang to her, and she became hypnotized. Weed went into a killing dance, killing all the humans to the beat of his voice. She was free. To that day on she fell in love with Onyx, living in the forest. They waited for hikers or any big animal to amble along, and then they went in for the kill. Two months before she turned three she was finally caught and captured after putting up a fight. Weed was so wild they had to put her in a prison cell for half a month. The person who guarded her put a large dog tag around her neck with the random word "Despair" engraved on it as a mindless joke, but to Weed it was a sign that Onyx was right. Half a month later Weed was shipped off to Europe to a special slaughter house that claimed they could control her. No one gave a care to remove the dog tag. Wrapped in chains on a ship for the rest of the month, Weed and Onyx planned her escape. Thankfully, when the ship neared Isola Dei Dei it began to sink like many other ships that brought horses here have done. Breaking free of the worn out chains of her struggling and kicking, she jumped into the sea. Weed swam and swam, the dog tag pressing against her, as she fought the sea. Even she was no match for the buffering beating waves, and she fell unconscious. Weed woke up on the shore of Isola Dei Dei, Onyx saying this was a great opportunity to kill whatever was here.
Personality: Instead of the loving foal she could have been, Weed is a horrible being. Seeing a death as soon as she was born, and her owners and Onyx teaching her killings okay, Weed feels nothing inside for murdering other creatures. She has turned completely cannibal, feasting on the blood of her victims. She is jealous of everyone else. Weed thinks everyone has it better than her. Weed can be nice, but the voice inside her head controls her. She believes that he is god, and her only lover. She loves to feel the warmth of the victim's blood. She despises humans for what they did to her mother. Whenever she thinks about her she doesn't feel like the wicked being she is. She has become a Despair for all.
A.K.A Despair
Breed:Unknown
Gender:Female
Age:3 or 4
Height:15 hh
Coat Colour: Dark Brown
Mane Colour:Black
Tail Colour: Black
Eye Colour:Black
Markings:Black stockings
Image: none
Alliance: Dark
History: You always think a foal's birth is magical. A caring and loving family watching until finally the darling little thing comes out. It's magical when the foal stands up for the first time and it's mother licks it loving. Well, Weed's wasn't. Her mother was owned by cruel greedy people that whipped her every second. Even the day she gave birth to Weed they whipped her to go faster. As soon as Weed opened her eyes on cold hard ground her mother's eyes were on her, but made no signs to get up. If the scene was different Weed could have been a loving,kind, and caring foal, but what she saw next changed that forever. The people kept whipping her mother to get her to get up, but she made no movement as the last of her life was sucked out of her with each crack of the whip. Weed watched the whole thing. Once her mother was lifeless the owners turned their attention to her. Instead of whipping her fragile body they grabbed her from underneath and forced her to stand. Then she was picked up and thrown in a cold hard stall with a mother horse who had lost her child a week ago. Barely surviving on the milk of her new mother, she grew old enough to not depend on milk anymore. The instant that happened her step mom was dragged away, and Weed was forced to work. She was no draft horse, but she was forced to drag carts across the big city she lived in. Everyday her rump was sore from the horrible long whip used to keep her going. Since she was so young she had small carts but when she reached one years old, she got bigger carts. Already dead inside, she began hearing a sweet voice inside her head. It claimed it was god and was to guide Weed. Even though the owners called her Weed the voice called her Despair. Ever since the voice came Weed worked harder, and didn't feel so alone. All through the next year the voice comforted her and told her she was beautiful. The day of her 2nd birthday the voice, who she called Onyx, sang to her, and she became hypnotized. Weed went into a killing dance, killing all the humans to the beat of his voice. She was free. To that day on she fell in love with Onyx, living in the forest. They waited for hikers or any big animal to amble along, and then they went in for the kill. Two months before she turned three she was finally caught and captured after putting up a fight. Weed was so wild they had to put her in a prison cell for half a month. The person who guarded her put a large dog tag around her neck with the random word "Despair" engraved on it as a mindless joke, but to Weed it was a sign that Onyx was right. Half a month later Weed was shipped off to Europe to a special slaughter house that claimed they could control her. No one gave a care to remove the dog tag. Wrapped in chains on a ship for the rest of the month, Weed and Onyx planned her escape. Thankfully, when the ship neared Isola Dei Dei it began to sink like many other ships that brought horses here have done. Breaking free of the worn out chains of her struggling and kicking, she jumped into the sea. Weed swam and swam, the dog tag pressing against her, as she fought the sea. Even she was no match for the buffering beating waves, and she fell unconscious. Weed woke up on the shore of Isola Dei Dei, Onyx saying this was a great opportunity to kill whatever was here.
Personality: Instead of the loving foal she could have been, Weed is a horrible being. Seeing a death as soon as she was born, and her owners and Onyx teaching her killings okay, Weed feels nothing inside for murdering other creatures. She has turned completely cannibal, feasting on the blood of her victims. She is jealous of everyone else. Weed thinks everyone has it better than her. Weed can be nice, but the voice inside her head controls her. She believes that he is god, and her only lover. She loves to feel the warmth of the victim's blood. She despises humans for what they did to her mother. Whenever she thinks about her she doesn't feel like the wicked being she is. She has become a Despair for all.
Mystery!!!Rwar<3