Post by ~Snowy on Feb 12, 2013 12:25:42 GMT -5
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- it's where my demons hide
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- It was no secret that around the isle of isola dei dei, there were some breeds you just didn't trust, no matter where you lived or who you were. one such breed, and probably the most well known, was the zünden, fire masters and more than often carrying a fiery temper to match and a thirst for control. another breed was the arrats, cruel night-walkers that cared nothing for those who lived outside their family tree or were 'tainted' by mixed blood. then there were the reapers and the grims, powerful and super deadly equines of death that were known for having a penchant for horse flesh and blood. there were also herds you would do good to steer clear from, like terra di bellezza dark, ruled by the dark-hearted aro and his spawn, and inferno su terra, which as far as he knew of this moment was empty of any and all equines, but still wasn't the best place to go gallivanting around. all this was common knowledge to all who walked the island, from the youngest foal to the eldest horse, and to many it was the written-in-stone belief that these breeds and lands and theirs were never to be changed. good was good, bad was bad, right? well, yes... but just because one is of a 'bad' breed, or is born of a 'bad' land, doesn't mean they themselves are 'bad'. the prime example? belenus.
at first glance, the golden knight was perhaps the most beautiful stallion one would've ever laid their gaze upon; deep golden robes accented by paler gold banners and dark crimson talons, with blazing mahogany orbs to match. however, looking a little harder would soon lay eyes upon the flame markings that adorned his pillars, small in size but intricate in shape and form, standing out against the gold in blazing red. that there was enough to put most off from approaching him, or even send others running the other way as fast as their legs could take them... but that was not the worst of it. for those that actually had the guts to come within smelling distance of him, they would be quick to find the scent of death and decay wavering off his bodice, faint but still there nevertheless; the signature scent of the reaper herd. before belenus can even say hello, they're already halfway across the isle, running as far as they can to try and escape the 'evil reaper!'. it had been that way since he was young, and he doubted it would change any time soon.
for a mixed breed, however, it could be said without fail that belenus was a rare one. a mix between a reaper wasn't the most common of crossbreeds, as the reapers often tended to steer clear of breeding with those who were outside their kind, but there were a few who were more than willing to take whatever they could find come breeding season, and belenus' mother had fallen under that category when the reaper stag mounted her against her will ten years ago. the result had been himself, a powerful mix between the two breeds that the zünden had tried to control... but reaper foals, halfbreed or not, are hard to control. as a yearling, in a moment of lost control, belenus had killed his zünden mother and trainers with nothing more than a look, and in his shame he ran away, vowing to control his powers without fail. it was that incident that set belenus on a path of compassion rather than pride. he saw that his powers were not to be misused, and was determined not to allow that to happen ever again. the change didn't just stop there; most reapers came to hate life, theirs being eternal and everlasting, masters above death and destruction, but belenus found that he loved life, and mourned the loss of it daily. life was truly precious; even if he would probably never die, everything else around him would eventually pass on, individuals lost to the world, never to return. but death was also beautiful; the end of suffering and strife, the chance to rest amongst paradise, and the judgement of the truly wicked. why anyone feared death was beyond him, but why anyone would desire it was absurd as well.
at present, the reaper mix was currently grazing along the border of a herd territory, keeping his distance away just in case the leads decided he might be a threat. the snow that covered the earth had made finding food quite the struggle, and despite being a reaper with fangs long and strong enough to rend flesh from bone, belenus was a herbivore, refusing the flesh of his fellow equines even when his own zünden mother had offered him a chunk once before when he was a foal. right now, he'd found a nice little patch of early spring grass by the border, and he wasn't keen on giving it up just because it was near some territory. of course, being in so close to a territory like this, one was bound to be noticed...
[/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center]at first glance, the golden knight was perhaps the most beautiful stallion one would've ever laid their gaze upon; deep golden robes accented by paler gold banners and dark crimson talons, with blazing mahogany orbs to match. however, looking a little harder would soon lay eyes upon the flame markings that adorned his pillars, small in size but intricate in shape and form, standing out against the gold in blazing red. that there was enough to put most off from approaching him, or even send others running the other way as fast as their legs could take them... but that was not the worst of it. for those that actually had the guts to come within smelling distance of him, they would be quick to find the scent of death and decay wavering off his bodice, faint but still there nevertheless; the signature scent of the reaper herd. before belenus can even say hello, they're already halfway across the isle, running as far as they can to try and escape the 'evil reaper!'. it had been that way since he was young, and he doubted it would change any time soon.
for a mixed breed, however, it could be said without fail that belenus was a rare one. a mix between a reaper wasn't the most common of crossbreeds, as the reapers often tended to steer clear of breeding with those who were outside their kind, but there were a few who were more than willing to take whatever they could find come breeding season, and belenus' mother had fallen under that category when the reaper stag mounted her against her will ten years ago. the result had been himself, a powerful mix between the two breeds that the zünden had tried to control... but reaper foals, halfbreed or not, are hard to control. as a yearling, in a moment of lost control, belenus had killed his zünden mother and trainers with nothing more than a look, and in his shame he ran away, vowing to control his powers without fail. it was that incident that set belenus on a path of compassion rather than pride. he saw that his powers were not to be misused, and was determined not to allow that to happen ever again. the change didn't just stop there; most reapers came to hate life, theirs being eternal and everlasting, masters above death and destruction, but belenus found that he loved life, and mourned the loss of it daily. life was truly precious; even if he would probably never die, everything else around him would eventually pass on, individuals lost to the world, never to return. but death was also beautiful; the end of suffering and strife, the chance to rest amongst paradise, and the judgement of the truly wicked. why anyone feared death was beyond him, but why anyone would desire it was absurd as well.
at present, the reaper mix was currently grazing along the border of a herd territory, keeping his distance away just in case the leads decided he might be a threat. the snow that covered the earth had made finding food quite the struggle, and despite being a reaper with fangs long and strong enough to rend flesh from bone, belenus was a herbivore, refusing the flesh of his fellow equines even when his own zünden mother had offered him a chunk once before when he was a foal. right now, he'd found a nice little patch of early spring grass by the border, and he wasn't keen on giving it up just because it was near some territory. of course, being in so close to a territory like this, one was bound to be noticed...
