Midnight
Oct 23, 2013 8:25:59 GMT -8
Post by Midnight on Oct 23, 2013 8:25:59 GMT -8
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Name :: Midnight
Breed :: Thoroughbred
Age :: 6
Gender :: Mare
Alliance :: none at the moment will decide later
Pelt Color :: Black
Mane/Tail Color :: black.
Eye Color :: Dark brown looks kinda red
Markings :: Scars on back and rumb from wild cat attacks
Height :: 15 hands
Personality ::
What is your horse like? What does it like or dislike? Pros and cons? What's so special about this horse that makes it stand out? At least five sentencesMidnight has a very bitter and mean personaility to her. She was abused when she was younger so she always has this kind of"Don't look at me or I'll hurt you " kind of vibe to her. In turth she is lonely,but she would never fully admit to her because of her pride. Or maybe her abuise she suffered made her worry that it might happen again with an other kid she would have to rasie alone again. She loves her two sons however and runs into them often .The other thing she was ever good at was being a good and careing mother. She is also strong and has a few scars from mountian lions trying to scavage her up with the limit in the food chain now that the humans had messed everything up. She was lucky to have never had to meet a human they would of probably abused her as well. When she puts down her sheild if your lucky she is a very kind and careing type of horse,but it's getting close to her and passing that sheild that is the problem. She tends to run everyone off before they have a chance to see her calm and collective side of herself that others ,but her kids never seen before.
History ::
I’ll be hiding in the shadows
I’ll be waiting in the dark.
To.Drive.This.Blade.Straight.Through.Your.Heart.
From First To Last – Ride the Wings Of Pestilence||
A snort resided from the shadows, that of a rather lonely horse. One, whose background was deranged, and, well, odd.
"Run, Midnight! Get away from here!"
"But, daddy I-"
"I told you, run Midnight!"
A loud, consistent sound came from out of nowhere, suddenly tamed, horses with crazed looks in their eyes, with people on them, came down, carrying lassoes, guns, and knives, yelling, and hollering ensued. Midnight watched silently from the shadows of the forest, watching as her rather abusive father go to waste, being killed by a gang of big cats. Thoughts of why he told her to run, and get away, when he used to yank her around, force her to do things, and carry on about how useless she was?
Going, further back before the murder of her father;
"Daddy, please..no.."
"Yes, you said you loved me, this is how you prove it."
"But daddy-"
"No,"
And that's the first time her father had really ever stepped over the limit; by force breeding her. Causing her to come in foal with Night. The pretty little black colt, with a simple star on his head. Getting most of his attitude, well, from his father. Stubborn, random outbursts of energy, and sometimes a tad of thoughtfulness, and a pinch of carefulness. Around two-years later, she was without Night, he had grown up, and basically left her alone - Thank God - and she was in the fields. Darks could graze, couldn't they?
"Hey baby,"
"...."
"I think you and me, should do quite nicely together."
"..What the heck are you talking about?" She pinned her ears, and shot him a glare,
"I think we should have a baby."
And with that, she was in foal with Zhi. Zhi was an odd one. He was...black, or a really, really dark bay, depending on how you looked at him, with a white mane, and white tail with a some different colors shaded into them, Unlike his half-brother, he had one white sock, on the left-hind hoof. In which, he thought was special, and would strut his stuff as a young colt, soon growing out of that, and going onto bigger and better things.
This brings us to where Midnight is now; lurking in the shadows. Seeing many things she really didn't want to see, hearing many words she didn't want to hear, doing many things - regretfully - she didn't want to do, was what really shaped her into who she was, and how she acted.
The all black mare, was standing in the shadows. Lurking, watching, waiting, anything really. A soft snort came from her flared nostrils – Which un doubtedly, were tired of being flared- seeing as she had run away from things, all her life. She was dead tired of it, which is why she stopped here, to basically rest, lurk, and see what havoc she could bring to someone’s day today.
A flick of her tail, and all was quiet once more. Red eyes stared out from the woods, trees, and rubbish that caused her view to be, well –for a lack of better words – not clear. Not sure what she was looking for in life, and life didn’t know what it was looking for in her. Which didn’t matter now, did it? She wasn’t looking for love. Oh no. The other gender was far from her view of, happiness. She was a loner, a me, myself, and I type horse. But, the looks of her blood didn’t help. Since she was Thoroughbred, she had rather strong muscles, causing her to look built up, and rather strong, which she was. Also causing her to not look dainty, like those Arabians – in her opinion, was a dang fettish – she had hated so much. To this day, she couldn’t figure out why her dad told her to run, or why he saved her life. Did it matter?
RP Sample ::
SIt had started like a normal day like any other day she would usually have. She would wonder around in the woods and what not alone like always not sure what she was searching for,but she was looking for a better snack rather then grass and weeds. She was getting tired of those things. So she had travled to the city to find something better maybe some oats or apples or something nice and plesant from a fruit tree or something. So she had begain her search. That was until the rain started and the waters wore quicker to rise then she would of thought. It had been a good thing that she was a horse and stood tall because as fast as it rose other animals would be swimming by now. So she had turned and headed to higher ground soulking because she wanted a nice snake,but because of the rain she would just have to settle with the same old same old. Her red eyes gazing the area as her black coat made it hard to see her in the brutal hard pouring rain that felt like needles being stabbed into her skin as she had moved quickly through the water at a fast passed trot(sp?)(comment I think rp samples are stupid...no offensie)
Where did you learn first about us? :: Looking around forgot where I found it really..
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