Duke
Jul 22, 2013 17:41:46 GMT -8
Post by masq on Jul 22, 2013 17:41:46 GMT -8
Name :: Duke
Breed :: Paint / Tennessee Walking Horse
Age :: 8
Gender :: Stallion
Alliance :: Tribe of Racing Winds
Pelt Color :: Gold Creme Champagne
Mane/Tail Color :: Creme Colored
Eye Color :: Blue
Markings :: Tobiano Markings / Blaze \ Four Stockings
Height :: 17hh
Personality ::Often called The Lion Heart he is a crusader for those treated badly. Though the term refers to a killer of horses in this case it speaks of his great heart, though a light he does not back down from a fight, but he would prefer to talk things out, come to a common solution. He rules his herds with justness, his mares and children are treated well and even his captors are treated better than most. Though he does not take lightly to mares who think they rule his lands over him, he has no issue with keeping allowing all his mares to be his equals. He sees no point in one queen; if he chooses them to come with them then they are all his queens. He often is a bit of a romantic as well, if he knows one of his mares is upset, he tries to find things to brighten her day, after all a happy mare is a happy home.
History ::Duke was not mistreated, or even heavily liked in his birth herd; he was just in the middle. Born to a lower standing mare, but given the neutrality of his herd they were all treated decently no matter their placement. As he came of age he left his herd, moving on to find a place he could call home. His travels took him to the lands of Wild Equines where he did live for many seasons. But just as the seasons change so did he move off, leaving the home he had made there and moving on. He has met many an equine upon his travels, found that many darks are darker than even he knew they could be, and even many soft lights than he. His past has defined the Stallion he is today, and there is nothing in it he would change!
RP Sample ::The lion heart, as he was called as a young stag, entered these lands, new to them as he was, he had found a home, though one he had not truly wanted, but it was a good land, it would keep outsiders out and his mares, children and follower stags within and well protected. His large golden and white hide shining in the sun, his coat a bit thicker from having been living in the lands on the mountain. He moved beautifully as he galloped through the lands, his head held high, his golden tail bannering behind him. He moved through the lands, catching the attention of a few mares as he did so.
His huge frame of seventeen hands, gold and white, and crème mane and tail definitely had him looking different than the bays, blacks and chestnuts that roamed the lands. As he came to a small group of mares, he nodded to him, his head bowing down to his knees. "Ladies." He said, a smile upon his lips as he looked them over, and they fawned and woo'd trying to get the brute to choose them, to speak to them, to know where he lived. Though, his eyes had found another, and it was to her that he moved, his steps light as he approached the beautiful white mare.
"Hello Lady." His words were simple, his voice though held great confidence. He stopped before her, looking to her. "I am Duke, may I be so bold as to ask for the name of such a lovely vision?" He asked for her name, in return he had offered only his name but He waited patiently for her name, his eyes never wavering from her.
Where did you learn first about us? :: Ethopia Banner