Post by Blood Oaths on Oct 16, 2005 22:30:03 GMT -4
Bloodstone
Nickname: None
Gender: Stallion
Cycles: 6
Lineage: Friesian
Pelt Stain: Ebony
Tassels Stain: Black
Opticals: Pools of Black
Height: 16.2hh
Sire: Shetan
Dam: Callalil
Offspring: None
Siblings: Obsidian
Alliance: Light
History: Born with dark bloodlines, Bloodstone fled from his dam shortly after being weaned. He wished to leave the past behind him. Meeting a kind, gentle, and old stallion, he decided to follow and learn this stallions way of life. Though the old stallion could smell death on this youngster, he knew he wasn't dark. Bloodstone traveled near and far with this stallion, only calling him Grandpa, never knowing his real name. At last, when Bloodstone was four years of age, Grandpa disappeared from his life, taken away by something unknown. Not dead, but dispersed. For days the young stallion searched for his Grandpa, mourning and for once, feeling the actual horror of loneliness. To this day, Bloodstone still searches secretly, himself knowing one day he would find his Grandpa...
Personality: Sweet, Forgiving, Patient, Quick-Witted, Honest, Caring, Passionate, Nobel, Skillful, Temperamental Sometimes, Yet a Loneliness in his optics if you look hard enough when he is watching you.
Picture-
Sample Post- In the middle of some forest, an ebon stallion walked slowly, thinking quietly to himself. He was also growing furious, and hungry from this journey, deciding it was time to find some place to settle in. His legs grew tired and with a headache to go along with it, he looked around. Seeing a river, he quickened his pace to reach the river quickly, already feeling the sweetness of it run down his throat. Trotting into the water, he stood hock deep before lowering his maw. Whipcord swatted at a couple of flies that hung about, himself closing his eyes to enjoy the peace. A sudden noise disturbed his thoughts and he flicked back his auds, jerking his head up. Staring right back at him was a doe, large brown orbs watching him curiously as she stood on the other side of the bank. Cautiously she moved forward to also drink from the river. Caught off guard, he was surprised, but it quickly faded. Once more, he dipped his maw back in the water to drink, a silent bond forming between them, horse and deer, stallion and doe.
Nickname: None
Gender: Stallion
Cycles: 6
Lineage: Friesian
Pelt Stain: Ebony
Tassels Stain: Black
Opticals: Pools of Black
Height: 16.2hh
Sire: Shetan
Dam: Callalil
Offspring: None
Siblings: Obsidian
Alliance: Light
History: Born with dark bloodlines, Bloodstone fled from his dam shortly after being weaned. He wished to leave the past behind him. Meeting a kind, gentle, and old stallion, he decided to follow and learn this stallions way of life. Though the old stallion could smell death on this youngster, he knew he wasn't dark. Bloodstone traveled near and far with this stallion, only calling him Grandpa, never knowing his real name. At last, when Bloodstone was four years of age, Grandpa disappeared from his life, taken away by something unknown. Not dead, but dispersed. For days the young stallion searched for his Grandpa, mourning and for once, feeling the actual horror of loneliness. To this day, Bloodstone still searches secretly, himself knowing one day he would find his Grandpa...
Personality: Sweet, Forgiving, Patient, Quick-Witted, Honest, Caring, Passionate, Nobel, Skillful, Temperamental Sometimes, Yet a Loneliness in his optics if you look hard enough when he is watching you.
Picture-
Sample Post- In the middle of some forest, an ebon stallion walked slowly, thinking quietly to himself. He was also growing furious, and hungry from this journey, deciding it was time to find some place to settle in. His legs grew tired and with a headache to go along with it, he looked around. Seeing a river, he quickened his pace to reach the river quickly, already feeling the sweetness of it run down his throat. Trotting into the water, he stood hock deep before lowering his maw. Whipcord swatted at a couple of flies that hung about, himself closing his eyes to enjoy the peace. A sudden noise disturbed his thoughts and he flicked back his auds, jerking his head up. Staring right back at him was a doe, large brown orbs watching him curiously as she stood on the other side of the bank. Cautiously she moved forward to also drink from the river. Caught off guard, he was surprised, but it quickly faded. Once more, he dipped his maw back in the water to drink, a silent bond forming between them, horse and deer, stallion and doe.
