Post by wildandfree on Sept 10, 2012 19:43:03 GMT -5
Name:Destruction
Breed:Shire
Gender:male
Age:4
Height:17.00
Coat Colour:dapple gray
Mane Colour:black with silver streams
Tail Colour:black with silver streams
Eye Colour:red
Markings:Feathers on all his feet(you know,draft horses have those feathery stuff on there feet)
Image:www.shinysunscrossstitching.com/files/Study_in_Dappled_Gray_-_Krystii_Melaine.jpg
Alliance:Loner
History: The path to destruction was born.A little colt named Destruction was born,to be exact.A mare lay in agony,her sides heaving as a new generation began.It was the generation that would be dark and feared.Those born in that generation would be allies to Destruction.
The mare's pain was relieved.Looking down,she saw the long,wobbly legs of a newborn foal,the handsome features of a giant beast;a Shire horse.His coat was dapple gray,his eyes were red.They peirced through the darkness,seeking to deliver pain.The old mare cackled with delight.Her time was over.But she had yet to see a success before she died.However no longer would she stay on this world.
She crumpled to the ground.There she took her final breath,relishing in her success.
The foal was all alone in the world.No one encouraged him to stand up;no one fed him or licked the warm slime off his body.He saw four long legs stretched out before him.Finally he noticed that they were his legs.But what should he do with them?Days,hours,minutes passed.
Finally an old black apaloosa stallion found Destruction.He taught him how to walk,how to eat,and he found someone to nurse the poor skinny colt.
As Destruction grew,he realized he had a thirst,a purpose for fear.He was a brute.A bully,a murderer.Born from a murderer.And that's what he would do;murder.
Personality:Destruction's name says it all.He thirsts for war,blood, and fear.He wants people to know who he was,what he did.Most of all he wants people to know that he is a cold-blooded killer who had no feelings and doesn;t care about others.He uses his eyes to intimidate others.He has no respect for life.Life has no use for him.He is also a hooker.He will reel in mares just to drop them.He loves the fact that he is hated by all.Things he loves:hate,darkness,fear,blood,destruction,death.Things he hates:light,fun,love,nice people,wise leaders,role models.If someone asks him to do something he gallops away,hating them.He will come back to haunt them later.He would never dream of actually settling down with a mate,but if someone can get close to him without being killed,you are considered the greatest female in Isola Dei Dei,lol.But the greatest point about him is the fact that he has deep concern for fillies and colts.That is his weakness.He'll kill a horse,but protect and love a filly or colt with his life.His ideal mate would be someone dark like him,but has a way to connect to certain people.She would probably have a colt/filly of her own as well.She would be patient to,as he doesn't trust anyone.He has magor allergies.He's allergic to basically everything in winter since his lungs are weak,he can't eat weeds,and he's pretty much allergic to bees(trust me horses can get these allergies I know one who does).
Breed:Shire
Gender:male
Age:4
Height:17.00
Coat Colour:dapple gray
Mane Colour:black with silver streams
Tail Colour:black with silver streams
Eye Colour:red
Markings:Feathers on all his feet(you know,draft horses have those feathery stuff on there feet)
Image:www.shinysunscrossstitching.com/files/Study_in_Dappled_Gray_-_Krystii_Melaine.jpg
Alliance:Loner
History: The path to destruction was born.A little colt named Destruction was born,to be exact.A mare lay in agony,her sides heaving as a new generation began.It was the generation that would be dark and feared.Those born in that generation would be allies to Destruction.
The mare's pain was relieved.Looking down,she saw the long,wobbly legs of a newborn foal,the handsome features of a giant beast;a Shire horse.His coat was dapple gray,his eyes were red.They peirced through the darkness,seeking to deliver pain.The old mare cackled with delight.Her time was over.But she had yet to see a success before she died.However no longer would she stay on this world.
She crumpled to the ground.There she took her final breath,relishing in her success.
The foal was all alone in the world.No one encouraged him to stand up;no one fed him or licked the warm slime off his body.He saw four long legs stretched out before him.Finally he noticed that they were his legs.But what should he do with them?Days,hours,minutes passed.
Finally an old black apaloosa stallion found Destruction.He taught him how to walk,how to eat,and he found someone to nurse the poor skinny colt.
As Destruction grew,he realized he had a thirst,a purpose for fear.He was a brute.A bully,a murderer.Born from a murderer.And that's what he would do;murder.
Personality:Destruction's name says it all.He thirsts for war,blood, and fear.He wants people to know who he was,what he did.Most of all he wants people to know that he is a cold-blooded killer who had no feelings and doesn;t care about others.He uses his eyes to intimidate others.He has no respect for life.Life has no use for him.He is also a hooker.He will reel in mares just to drop them.He loves the fact that he is hated by all.Things he loves:hate,darkness,fear,blood,destruction,death.Things he hates:light,fun,love,nice people,wise leaders,role models.If someone asks him to do something he gallops away,hating them.He will come back to haunt them later.He would never dream of actually settling down with a mate,but if someone can get close to him without being killed,you are considered the greatest female in Isola Dei Dei,lol.But the greatest point about him is the fact that he has deep concern for fillies and colts.That is his weakness.He'll kill a horse,but protect and love a filly or colt with his life.His ideal mate would be someone dark like him,but has a way to connect to certain people.She would probably have a colt/filly of her own as well.She would be patient to,as he doesn't trust anyone.He has magor allergies.He's allergic to basically everything in winter since his lungs are weak,he can't eat weeds,and he's pretty much allergic to bees(trust me horses can get these allergies I know one who does).
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