Post by cantora on Jul 25, 2009 11:17:49 GMT -5
VELOCITY
Name:Velocity
breed: Mustang
age:6
gender: Mare
coat: Black
markings: Solid black, no markings befall her pelt.
Alliance: Chaos
InterstingMuch?
Favoutite things:
- Shadows
- Darkness
- Being alone
Least Favourite things:
- Company
- Most stallions
- Daylight
Looks.&.TheInside
Appearance:
Velocity is solid black, her body is about 15.2 hh, she is a normal looking mare, femmine but yet very strong. she is of the most extream ebonite coloring, its very beautiful.
Color:Black
Eyes:Gray
Hooves: Black
Mane.&.Tail: Black
Personality:
It is safe to say that this mare is different, she is solitary and dislikes company, but she can deal with it for a while. she is a creature of the night, she never shows her face to the sun if at all she can help it. she is like a ghost, always alone. Neither wanting nor concerning herself with anyone, she wont join a herd, she is to illusive. She may stay and chat for a few short words, but when you blink she will be gone, she goes and comes to any land she pleases, stallions try to force breed and take her back to there herds, she runs, in the dead of night, never staying in one place for a long period of time. She moves softly and footfalls can barely even be herd. She is the epitome of the living dead. Her emotions almost never show, she has one facial expression, emotionless. Some call her dammed, and the truth is, she is dammed, to walk the earth as a figment of everyone’s imagination. Now you see me now you don’t.
History:
Velocity was the product of the king of a very dark land, taking her mother as slave. Her mother was a very beautiful Blood bay and her pelt really did look like blood. The king ordered his army to raid the herds and take all mares and foals that were worthy of being the kings slaves. There were only a few that even met his standards. The rest were murdered. Her mother was one of them. Upon closer inspection by the king, he picked one mare to be his personal slave. Of course you can guess, it was Velocity’s mother. The king bred her, ageist her own will. And velocity was the first and last born. For when the foal was born, and it was a little vix, blacker than the black on his own coat, the king was not pleased. He killed velocity’s mother right on the spot she lay, giving no mercy and no emotion. Velocity was devastated. In fear that the king would come for her, drag her off by her ears and stomp her into the ground. But she did not run, she was stricken with fear, when something happened that changed her fate forever. She was adopted by the General of the Army; she was taught everything about being a fighter and a hunter, of horses. Blood and power were now main goals. But something snapped years later, she became very quite and shy, she still mourned her mother she never got to know. She had a plan, and it was to take the person who took her..thats right ladies and gentlemen, the king.
She moved in quietly, to his cave where he and his Wench slept. She moved toward him, her feet stopping at the end of his long black muzzle, she lay her maw to his ear, I told you, you would pay for what you did, dear father. and with that, she rose one foot, the same one he used to kill her mother, and slammed it to his head, several times, she never gave him a chance. Blood soaked her ashen pelt and she moved away slowly as not to wake anyone, she never returned. Now she is haunted, and she haunts the forests and dark places of the world, waiting for her own fate, the one that was dealt to her long ago.
Herd:
None
