Post by Hypnotic on May 8, 2007 7:22:08 GMT -5
Call him Hypnotic.
Age him until four years.
His bloodlines contain andalusian.
Clearly seen as a him.
Painted black by the gods.
Painting has no stains.
Follows the side of light.
A fairly calm boy, but easy to come to conclusions with a temper.
Although light, he has a temper that is easily provoked. Otherwise he is calm and can anger others with it. He can easily swap moods, but wears it all within a mask.
Sample:
Honestly. Nowadays, there aren't many things a stallion can do. Why it used to be you found an empty land, claimed it, and rose a family. But none of that happens now. You've got to prove yourself. You've got to prove to whoever it was that you were worth anything, prove that you were strong enough to lead a herd, strong enough to protect it, wise enough to not jet off somewhere and not come back. I could be that. I could do that. I wouldn't be one to eagerly let my mares loose, without giving them some sort of boundary. Don't get me wrong, I allow freedom. I thrive on freedom. But confined into the very herdlands you are invited to? No. I'd rather let them be happy.
He knew he should be happy. He knew he shoudn't be plodding about like he was nobody. But right now, he was. In sorts. He came from a huge herd, wandering about and settled every now and then, but he always wandered off without a goodbye. But he was four now, getting to that age where things matter. So with a snort and a heavy heart, he'd set off, going to the desolate lands without a care for the future. Whatever happens, happens. And that was that. Image seems to be everything these days, so he picked up his pace to a lofty trot, limbs rising and falling in precise pattern. He could be d**n graceful when he wanted to be. Neck curved slightly to a well-rounded arch, and he continued to slowly fix up his form as he went. With a mask that patiently overcame his facial features he gained a more upbeat attitude, erasing the frown he previously wore.
By now he was paying more attention to his form than his surroundings, big mistake. He stumbled over a root, splayed in his path. Doops. Regaining afterwards he frowned, scolding himself for his mistake. Returning to an ambling pace, but this time with some energy to it, he scanned the horizon and everything inbetween to get an idea of where he was. Swaying grasses could be seen through the sparse trees, and fallen leaves crunched under each step he took. How he hated that sound. He kept on his slow pace however, not wanting to look like a fool, running then walking repeatedly. Once into the grasses he savoured the silence that came with it, sighing with pure contentment. As soon as he moved the grasses scraped and shifted, making sounds that he could not even begin to describe. They were calming, yes, but unnerving at the same time. He rested at a halt, audi flickering and skull twisting. He had little idea of where he was, and it didn't help at all that there were no equine at all in sight. Crap.
Please excuse the pure suck that that post is. I need to work on third person >.<
Age him until four years.
His bloodlines contain andalusian.
Clearly seen as a him.
Painted black by the gods.
Painting has no stains.
Follows the side of light.
A fairly calm boy, but easy to come to conclusions with a temper.
Although light, he has a temper that is easily provoked. Otherwise he is calm and can anger others with it. He can easily swap moods, but wears it all within a mask.
Sample:
Honestly. Nowadays, there aren't many things a stallion can do. Why it used to be you found an empty land, claimed it, and rose a family. But none of that happens now. You've got to prove yourself. You've got to prove to whoever it was that you were worth anything, prove that you were strong enough to lead a herd, strong enough to protect it, wise enough to not jet off somewhere and not come back. I could be that. I could do that. I wouldn't be one to eagerly let my mares loose, without giving them some sort of boundary. Don't get me wrong, I allow freedom. I thrive on freedom. But confined into the very herdlands you are invited to? No. I'd rather let them be happy.
He knew he should be happy. He knew he shoudn't be plodding about like he was nobody. But right now, he was. In sorts. He came from a huge herd, wandering about and settled every now and then, but he always wandered off without a goodbye. But he was four now, getting to that age where things matter. So with a snort and a heavy heart, he'd set off, going to the desolate lands without a care for the future. Whatever happens, happens. And that was that. Image seems to be everything these days, so he picked up his pace to a lofty trot, limbs rising and falling in precise pattern. He could be d**n graceful when he wanted to be. Neck curved slightly to a well-rounded arch, and he continued to slowly fix up his form as he went. With a mask that patiently overcame his facial features he gained a more upbeat attitude, erasing the frown he previously wore.
By now he was paying more attention to his form than his surroundings, big mistake. He stumbled over a root, splayed in his path. Doops. Regaining afterwards he frowned, scolding himself for his mistake. Returning to an ambling pace, but this time with some energy to it, he scanned the horizon and everything inbetween to get an idea of where he was. Swaying grasses could be seen through the sparse trees, and fallen leaves crunched under each step he took. How he hated that sound. He kept on his slow pace however, not wanting to look like a fool, running then walking repeatedly. Once into the grasses he savoured the silence that came with it, sighing with pure contentment. As soon as he moved the grasses scraped and shifted, making sounds that he could not even begin to describe. They were calming, yes, but unnerving at the same time. He rested at a halt, audi flickering and skull twisting. He had little idea of where he was, and it didn't help at all that there were no equine at all in sight. Crap.
Please excuse the pure suck that that post is. I need to work on third person >.<
