Post by akela on Mar 24, 2007 19:19:06 GMT -5
Name" Akela meaning "Noble"
Gender" Mare
Allience" Light Queen
Color" White
Age" 5 springs
Breed" Arabian X Friesian Cross
Hight" 15.1
Parents" Sire:Crucio Dam: Deceased
Siblings" none
Personality" Gentle and Kind
History" All you need to know is that Crucio sired this light mare
Roleplaying Sample(NOT optional)" With the blood of an Arabian and another creature. The white dove made her way into the lands of herdless without the regardless of what will happen. The veins of this dove is blackened with shadows, but her soul stay's pure and true to the lights. Her father resides here in Dawn somewhere she doesn't want to find out. Or go there. His blood fills her body as Akela searches for a light knight to take her away. Body trembles as the vision of her father appeares within her mind. He killed her mother after she gave birth to Akela. What her father wanted was a heir. To rule beside him. And she didn't give him a son. She bared him a filly. A scar was left above her right eye. Visible to everyone. Another upon her neck. Larger than the one above her eye. Banner shook ridding the image from her mind. To even speak of her father's name is never one to tell. If she told a light who her father was they will banish her from their lands. If she told a neutral they will possibly do the same. But if she told a dark, they might as well take her in. Akela came to a halt near a shady tree and lowered her bodice to the ground. If anyone is to find her here. It should be a light.
Dreams of her past haunt her with every minute they can get. Nothing can stop these dreams from happening. But what's making her feel awkward is the fact that she is in the same land as her father. A dark creature so powerful that can harm another to make them obey him. That's what happened to her mother. That's how she came to be. Akela quickly awoke as she felt someone watching her from the shadows. Someone she doesn't want to be near. If you want to know who sired this young 4yr old. Then I'll tell you who sired this precious dove. CRUCIO!!!! Yes Crucio sired this dove. A stallion that nobody would dare mess with.
Any to look would see nothing in the shadows of the earth. Perhaps a distant outline. The stud was dark bay in coloring, easily blending him with the rich dirt. Perhaps it was a sign. He melded not with shadow, but with soil, something you could touch. Something we know will always be there, underfoot, ignored yet feared in the back of the mind for the violent outbursts it could spew. Any who knew him in this land would say that Zetsumei was so level-headed it was impossible for him to do something unexpected. Yet if that's how they saw it, they evidently had not known him very long. Yes, he was cold and calculating, yet he was also a Dark, and so he had a side he rarely showed.
The scent on the wind was that of a mare. Upon seeing her bodice, he could discern that she was at least partially of his Andalusian breed, if not fully. He could also tell by the atmosphere around her that she was not Dark, and she seemed to good to be a neutral. A Light, then. Interesting. Head low, he stalked behind her, slowly. Unlike other Darks might, he did not wish to alert her to his presence and give her a chance to escape. He was silent, and quick. With something that could mimic a pounce, he was behind her, rearing, and mounting her in one fluid movement. He neck snaked and and grabbed the base of her neck for support, just hard enough to draw a small amount of blood on her pearly pelt.
It took just minutes before he released his seeds and dismounted her. He did not care for the pleasure, just for gaining new members for his herd. Even if she turned out to be worthless, the foal she would now carry might be powerful when grown. Stepping to her front, his kissers parted for the first time. "I am Zetsumei, Lord of Thorn Edge Valley, and you now belong to me." He figured he lay it out for her, give her that facts straight. "You have a choice. You may come willingly, and be one of my mares, or you may become a slave if you defy me." Her blood was still in his mouth, and it gave him an odd sensation. Even though he was rather conserved for a Dark, the taste of blood still satisfied him.
Feeling something mount her Akela quickly reacted but couldn't do nothing about it. Seeing a stallion stand before her she couldn't believe that something dark would come and take her as his own. She told herself that she wouldn't go back to a dark herd. Not what happened to her mother. Thorns sliced back upon her skull. But what this stallion didn't know was that she does have darkness within her. Something he would find out now. She does have a light soul, but a dark heart. What makes you think I should go with you? Icy tones poured from her lips as she backed up from him. Liquid orbs glared coldly upon the stallion. How dare he do this to her. She doesn't want to be any where near her father. Akela can feel him within her. Knowing that he's here. Somewhere where she doesn't want to be. Your nothing but a pathetic dark who thinks taking a lone light mare to be his own. I don't think you want to take me. For if you do take me I will probably be dead before your eyes. A stallion that is never one to mess with has been waiting to take a chance to kill me. And if you think I'm coming to your d**ned lands. I think not brute. Harsh tones escaped her delicate lips as she backed up even more. Also to tell you the truth she's not fertile. Meaning she will not bare this stallion a foal. She just turned 4 springs yesterday, meaning she's not entirely ready to breed as of yet. So sorry to bust your bubble stallion. But you've picked the wrong mare to forcebreed.
He flicked his hark back, then foreword, nearly amused at her rage. "I care not who is out to kill you. And I am sorry if I said anything to make you think you had a choice about coming with me or not." For some reason, she did not seem upset by the breeding. Taking another look at her body, realization came over him. So, she was too young. No matter. She could be saved for a later time. Yet though he truly did not care who was so willing to kill her, her words still made him wary. His body was tense, dark eyes slowly scanning the land around them. He would not be taken by surprise. He, in his mind, had claimed this mare as his own, even if she did not want to agree with it. Strong willed as she was, she was no match for the stallion.
A new approach came to his mind. "If what you say is true about this powerful stag, do you really think you will fare better with a Light stag then with me? I offer protection to all of my mares, even if they be slaves." That was true, to an extent. If he believed a mare was still useful, he would protect her well. If she proved worthless, he would chase her out. It was a simple matter of survival. He only believed in housing the strong. And this mare would be useful, even if she was willful.
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{the roleplay sample is from Dawn.}[/color]
Gender" Mare
Allience" Light Queen
Color" White
Age" 5 springs
Breed" Arabian X Friesian Cross
Hight" 15.1
Parents" Sire:
Siblings" none
Personality" Gentle and Kind
History" All you need to know is that Crucio sired this light mare
Roleplaying Sample(NOT optional)" With the blood of an Arabian and another creature. The white dove made her way into the lands of herdless without the regardless of what will happen. The veins of this dove is blackened with shadows, but her soul stay's pure and true to the lights. Her father resides here in Dawn somewhere she doesn't want to find out. Or go there. His blood fills her body as Akela searches for a light knight to take her away. Body trembles as the vision of her father appeares within her mind. He killed her mother after she gave birth to Akela. What her father wanted was a heir. To rule beside him. And she didn't give him a son. She bared him a filly. A scar was left above her right eye. Visible to everyone. Another upon her neck. Larger than the one above her eye. Banner shook ridding the image from her mind. To even speak of her father's name is never one to tell. If she told a light who her father was they will banish her from their lands. If she told a neutral they will possibly do the same. But if she told a dark, they might as well take her in. Akela came to a halt near a shady tree and lowered her bodice to the ground. If anyone is to find her here. It should be a light.
Dreams of her past haunt her with every minute they can get. Nothing can stop these dreams from happening. But what's making her feel awkward is the fact that she is in the same land as her father. A dark creature so powerful that can harm another to make them obey him. That's what happened to her mother. That's how she came to be. Akela quickly awoke as she felt someone watching her from the shadows. Someone she doesn't want to be near. If you want to know who sired this young 4yr old. Then I'll tell you who sired this precious dove. CRUCIO!!!! Yes Crucio sired this dove. A stallion that nobody would dare mess with.
Any to look would see nothing in the shadows of the earth. Perhaps a distant outline. The stud was dark bay in coloring, easily blending him with the rich dirt. Perhaps it was a sign. He melded not with shadow, but with soil, something you could touch. Something we know will always be there, underfoot, ignored yet feared in the back of the mind for the violent outbursts it could spew. Any who knew him in this land would say that Zetsumei was so level-headed it was impossible for him to do something unexpected. Yet if that's how they saw it, they evidently had not known him very long. Yes, he was cold and calculating, yet he was also a Dark, and so he had a side he rarely showed.
The scent on the wind was that of a mare. Upon seeing her bodice, he could discern that she was at least partially of his Andalusian breed, if not fully. He could also tell by the atmosphere around her that she was not Dark, and she seemed to good to be a neutral. A Light, then. Interesting. Head low, he stalked behind her, slowly. Unlike other Darks might, he did not wish to alert her to his presence and give her a chance to escape. He was silent, and quick. With something that could mimic a pounce, he was behind her, rearing, and mounting her in one fluid movement. He neck snaked and and grabbed the base of her neck for support, just hard enough to draw a small amount of blood on her pearly pelt.
It took just minutes before he released his seeds and dismounted her. He did not care for the pleasure, just for gaining new members for his herd. Even if she turned out to be worthless, the foal she would now carry might be powerful when grown. Stepping to her front, his kissers parted for the first time. "I am Zetsumei, Lord of Thorn Edge Valley, and you now belong to me." He figured he lay it out for her, give her that facts straight. "You have a choice. You may come willingly, and be one of my mares, or you may become a slave if you defy me." Her blood was still in his mouth, and it gave him an odd sensation. Even though he was rather conserved for a Dark, the taste of blood still satisfied him.
Feeling something mount her Akela quickly reacted but couldn't do nothing about it. Seeing a stallion stand before her she couldn't believe that something dark would come and take her as his own. She told herself that she wouldn't go back to a dark herd. Not what happened to her mother. Thorns sliced back upon her skull. But what this stallion didn't know was that she does have darkness within her. Something he would find out now. She does have a light soul, but a dark heart. What makes you think I should go with you? Icy tones poured from her lips as she backed up from him. Liquid orbs glared coldly upon the stallion. How dare he do this to her. She doesn't want to be any where near her father. Akela can feel him within her. Knowing that he's here. Somewhere where she doesn't want to be. Your nothing but a pathetic dark who thinks taking a lone light mare to be his own. I don't think you want to take me. For if you do take me I will probably be dead before your eyes. A stallion that is never one to mess with has been waiting to take a chance to kill me. And if you think I'm coming to your d**ned lands. I think not brute. Harsh tones escaped her delicate lips as she backed up even more. Also to tell you the truth she's not fertile. Meaning she will not bare this stallion a foal. She just turned 4 springs yesterday, meaning she's not entirely ready to breed as of yet. So sorry to bust your bubble stallion. But you've picked the wrong mare to forcebreed.
He flicked his hark back, then foreword, nearly amused at her rage. "I care not who is out to kill you. And I am sorry if I said anything to make you think you had a choice about coming with me or not." For some reason, she did not seem upset by the breeding. Taking another look at her body, realization came over him. So, she was too young. No matter. She could be saved for a later time. Yet though he truly did not care who was so willing to kill her, her words still made him wary. His body was tense, dark eyes slowly scanning the land around them. He would not be taken by surprise. He, in his mind, had claimed this mare as his own, even if she did not want to agree with it. Strong willed as she was, she was no match for the stallion.
A new approach came to his mind. "If what you say is true about this powerful stag, do you really think you will fare better with a Light stag then with me? I offer protection to all of my mares, even if they be slaves." That was true, to an extent. If he believed a mare was still useful, he would protect her well. If she proved worthless, he would chase her out. It was a simple matter of survival. He only believed in housing the strong. And this mare would be useful, even if she was willful.
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{the roleplay sample is from Dawn.}[/color]
