Post by Valcon on Jan 23, 2006 21:01:53 GMT -5
Name: Valcon
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Gypsy Vanner.
Age: Five.
Color (body): Black & White
Color (Mane/tail): Black & White
Markings (if any): Four White Socks. A white saddle and stripe over his back. Half white half black mane.
Alignment (Light, Neutral, Dark): Dark
*Personality: Being the lead of dark he is cruel, cold and on most occasions sarcastic. He is extraordinarily smart and in many cases refined, yet he has that disturbing shine of insanity in his eyes. No matter how much he acts trustworthy and friendly he is never to be trusted because he can turn and stab you in the back without batting an eyelash. He can lie dirrectly to anothers face with the honesty and innocence of a foal. He knows the power his form holds and isnt afraid to throw his weight around. He is completely dominant and any threat to his position is instantly killed as a warning to the rest of his herd.
*History: He was born into a herd with the allience of light but from the moment he could bite and kick it was obvious he wasnt supposed to be there. He would sit in secluded corners, his eyes shining with fury ever minute of his life and he would only come to the herd for food after being fed by his mother he would rear kick and bite his way back to the shadows. The herd put up with him just letting him be the way he was, but one night a foal made the mistake of trying to play with the colt. In cold blood Valcon killed the foal, trampling the tiny little arab filly into the ground with out remorse. That was too much for the herd. They exiled the colt and he wandered and at two he found a fairly weakened herd of he dark allience, they had recently had a war of such with a neighbouring herd adn Valcon killed the lead when he was weakened and stole his herd. Now Valcon is the unchallenged King of the Shadows.
*Picture: Will be in Siggy soon as I make one..
Sample Post:
Valcon moved through the shadows his huge back and white form obvious, he watched his herd with the eye of a hawk and they watch him warily, the foals had just been born and any strong male foals would be raised by Valcon as lifeless soldiers. All the mares did their best to make their young look as weak as possible and Valcon was disappointed by the young ones. Walking towards the herd they lowered their heads in submission to him, "I protect you, I make sure your fed, I lead you.." his voice was getting deeper and deeper that shine of insanity flaring up madly in his eyes as he glared at the mares, "And all I ask in return are a few strong healthy foals.." his voice trailed off and the mares all backed away their eye wide in fear, though their souls were as black as night Valcon in a bad mood was not one to get in the way of. "And you cant even give me that!" he bellowed running through the middle of the herd he kicked madly catching a few mares on the side with his huge hooves.
The mares ran dividing the herd in two, Valcon glared at the foals who retreated under their mothers. Valcon didnt have one decent fae for breeding, all these arabian and warmblood fillys were useless, breeding him delicate little weaklings that were just fox bait. Moving away from the herd the mares all bunched back together knowing the next day Valcon would be back to normal, his typical slimy gentleman (word). They liked their leader on most cases, he was a powerful leader. Protecting them from wolves, coyotes and other rogue males but sometimes he became unbearable and they hated him. What did they expect from a leader? A kind caring shadow?. Valcon bared his ivorys at a mare and broke into a canter, his huge hooves hitting the ground beating the ground like a tribal drum. He threw his head and his long black and white mane flew behind him like a ghost. The mares knew he would return at dawn
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Gypsy Vanner.
Age: Five.
Color (body): Black & White
Color (Mane/tail): Black & White
Markings (if any): Four White Socks. A white saddle and stripe over his back. Half white half black mane.
Alignment (Light, Neutral, Dark): Dark
*Personality: Being the lead of dark he is cruel, cold and on most occasions sarcastic. He is extraordinarily smart and in many cases refined, yet he has that disturbing shine of insanity in his eyes. No matter how much he acts trustworthy and friendly he is never to be trusted because he can turn and stab you in the back without batting an eyelash. He can lie dirrectly to anothers face with the honesty and innocence of a foal. He knows the power his form holds and isnt afraid to throw his weight around. He is completely dominant and any threat to his position is instantly killed as a warning to the rest of his herd.
*History: He was born into a herd with the allience of light but from the moment he could bite and kick it was obvious he wasnt supposed to be there. He would sit in secluded corners, his eyes shining with fury ever minute of his life and he would only come to the herd for food after being fed by his mother he would rear kick and bite his way back to the shadows. The herd put up with him just letting him be the way he was, but one night a foal made the mistake of trying to play with the colt. In cold blood Valcon killed the foal, trampling the tiny little arab filly into the ground with out remorse. That was too much for the herd. They exiled the colt and he wandered and at two he found a fairly weakened herd of he dark allience, they had recently had a war of such with a neighbouring herd adn Valcon killed the lead when he was weakened and stole his herd. Now Valcon is the unchallenged King of the Shadows.
*Picture: Will be in Siggy soon as I make one..
Sample Post:
Valcon moved through the shadows his huge back and white form obvious, he watched his herd with the eye of a hawk and they watch him warily, the foals had just been born and any strong male foals would be raised by Valcon as lifeless soldiers. All the mares did their best to make their young look as weak as possible and Valcon was disappointed by the young ones. Walking towards the herd they lowered their heads in submission to him, "I protect you, I make sure your fed, I lead you.." his voice was getting deeper and deeper that shine of insanity flaring up madly in his eyes as he glared at the mares, "And all I ask in return are a few strong healthy foals.." his voice trailed off and the mares all backed away their eye wide in fear, though their souls were as black as night Valcon in a bad mood was not one to get in the way of. "And you cant even give me that!" he bellowed running through the middle of the herd he kicked madly catching a few mares on the side with his huge hooves.
The mares ran dividing the herd in two, Valcon glared at the foals who retreated under their mothers. Valcon didnt have one decent fae for breeding, all these arabian and warmblood fillys were useless, breeding him delicate little weaklings that were just fox bait. Moving away from the herd the mares all bunched back together knowing the next day Valcon would be back to normal, his typical slimy gentleman (word). They liked their leader on most cases, he was a powerful leader. Protecting them from wolves, coyotes and other rogue males but sometimes he became unbearable and they hated him. What did they expect from a leader? A kind caring shadow?. Valcon bared his ivorys at a mare and broke into a canter, his huge hooves hitting the ground beating the ground like a tribal drum. He threw his head and his long black and white mane flew behind him like a ghost. The mares knew he would return at dawn