>Obsidian<

[Blood Oaths]

Obsidian
Nickname: None
Gender: Stallion
Cycles: 6
Lineage: Freisian
Pelt Stain: Ebony
Tassels Stain: Black
Opticals: Pools of Black
Height: 17hh
Sire: Shetan
Dam: Callalil
Offspring: None
Siblings: Bloodstone
Alliance: Dark
History: With regal and dark bloodlines, Obsidian was born into a herd of upmost power. As a foal, he was decietful and cunning, big and powerful for his age. Since he was bigger, stronger and smarter than most foals around him, he quickly became their leader. As he grew, he became even greater. Some say the Devil himself is in the soul of this brute. When he was about four, Obsidian killed his sire painfully and quickly in the night. Taking over the herd, Obsidian killed off the newborn and foals that were from his sire, then left the mares to die. His pathetic mother escaped and is probably roaming somewhere or dead. He has learned more than he could ever have being on his own. Young as he is, he is a great terror to those around him. Also, he doesn't know and may never know that he has a twin brother who might happen to cross paths one day...
Personality: Intelligent, Decietful, Bold, Daring, Aggressive, Sly, Cruel, Malicious, Patient, Unforgiving, Fearless, and will be Protective to those he happens to like best.
Picture-

Sample Post- The snapping of twigs and crunches of leaves echo throughout meadow, large and deadly hooves carelessly stepping on anything in its path. Merciless orbs wanting more but couldn't have it. Stopping, the brute tossed his crown, tangled and silky locks of ebon cascading back down his slender nape. Ebony tresses veiled his orbs, the afternoon sun glinting dark blue off his black pelt. Taking another glance around the meadow. Snort escaped hollows, banner swatting at his large flanks like a dull whip. Bored, the brute dug up the ground with his bloodstained daggers, listening to the birds sing. Simple things like this annoyed him. Snort escaped his flaring nostrils as he looked around. Pinning back his auds, he continued moving through the long grass, searching for something, and nothing. In his travels, he had come upon a stallion who looked exactly like him, but each thought differently about things. He snorted and erased the thought from his mind.

-Hopefully that is okay. He is my horse for most RPg's too.^^-

[kasha]

Soundlessly the Dark Queen approached him, her carcass blending into the darkness of the forest. Her flints of death made no noise as she moved ever closer to the brute. Her optics full of ice yet also with the fire of H*ll looked upon the new Eqine. She was observing his mass, muscle, and Dark Soul. At this time of war it was important to only allow those of strong power to enter her and the Dark Lord's land.

With a flash like lightning her silk ebonite carcass appeared before him. From seemingly nowhere she had just appeared. She stared the brute in the eye, searching his Dark Soul to see if he was welcome in the land. She found the Darkness she required and spoke in a smooth hiss,

"They Darkness is welcome unto the land, but be warned the Dead and the Living are at war. You are to either fight for us or die by us. I have no worries for my fathers soul dwels in you. The Devil has indeed granted you with a part of his soul. Use it well and help us with Dead Souls to crush the lights."

She smirked evily before throwing her tassels form her demon red and icy cold orbs. With those words spoken she turned and vanished from the land.[/b]