Post by fleabittengray on May 13, 2012 13:36:47 GMT -5
leave the lost and dead behind
now's your chance to run for cover
basic information[/font]name; Demondphysical details
gender; xy
age; Eight Years, Five Months
alliance; Dark
sexuality; Heterosexual
breed; Quarter Horse
height; 15personality depths[/font]
coloration; Dark Chestnut
markings; White Star & Stripe
mane; Flaxen
tail; Flaxen
hooves; Slate
eyes; Brown
scars; Scars over his nose and on his cheeks from a halter that was too tight on him
physical health; 100%
traits; Demond has an interesting personality. He makes sure each hair on his body is clean, yet in battle he worships the feel of blood on his body and how he looks afterwords. He tells others what to do, but almost never listens to what is said. Demond likes the company of others mares, but stallions get on his nerves. He also can comfort others, but refuses to be comforted. Altogether, he is a hard headed, cold hearted stallion, out to get the world before it gets him. He doesn't trust anyone, but demands they put their trust in him. Of course, he is a Dark, but he wasn't born that way. But he lost all his feelings of kindness, hope, and love. Now, he must know everything about a horse before he can love them, but he could hate them and have a foal by them. All he wants is for others to respect him, although he will not respect them. Listen to him, even when he won't tolerate them. Bow down to him, as he works his way to the top.family bonds[/font]
mental health; 100%
history; Demond was not always Dark. In fact, he and his whole family were Neutrals. They all lived together in a happy herd. Nothing could tear them apart, besides all horses biggest enemy. Man. When he was only a yearling, Demond witnessed the evil of Man. They came with there whips and ropes, trucks and trailers. They frightened Demond's herd, making it a dangerous stampede. But they were surrounded. That was when the ropes came, from all sides. They wrapped around think necks, skinny legs, waving tails. They tugged and pulled, forcing the horses into small trailers and driving miles to an auction. Here, even more harm came to the stallion. Exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and terrified, Demond was put into a small coral with other stallions. Fights broke out, and some died. There, standing in pools of blood, Demond learned to defend himself more and more, and soon found that he found no emotion in fighting. He found he could harm, and not feel guilty.
Demond was bought by some big-shot ranchers, who wanted a mustang to tame. But they didn't know what they were doing. As Demond was packed into another trailer, he began to feel hatred towards everything he came in contact with. He already hated other stallions from being forced to fight with them, and now, as he grew older, he was learning to hate Man. Once at the ranch, he was fitted with a too-small halter. It dug into his face, leaving scars. His training was horrible. The Men tried everything to break him, from starving him, rodeo, and beatings. But nothing worked. Demond refused to be broken. Maybe if it had been done nicer, he would have been. But he didn't want to be like the horses he saw being ridden. No! That was not him! He was wild.
So, one day, when a Man came and attached a lead to his halter, Demond snapped. He reared high into the air, kicking out at everything that was in reach. He was sick and tired of them always trying to make him listen. He was sick and tired of everything there! That was when he realized that he had turned Dark. Demond's escape wasn't pretty. A lot of Men got hurt, and his face was cut from trying to rub the halter off, which he succeed in doing. But at last. He was free. But now what would he do...?
parents;social ties[/font]
Unknown: Dark Chestnut
Unknown: Dark Chestnut
siblings; --
extended family; --
children;Askia(daughter, xEmii)
herd; --additional information[/font]
rank; --
mate; --
friend; --
tolerated; --
disliked; --
enemy; --
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actions; Brown
voice; Orange
muse; Low
playlist; I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin
pictures;
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