Post by devil on Jun 11, 2007 15:57:07 GMT -5
Name:
Thanatos
Nickname:
Six
Age:
6
Breed:
Thoroughbred
Height:
16.3
Gender:
Warlord
Alliance:
Dark
Main Color:
Bay
Mane and Tail Color:
Black
Personality:
Six is not your typical dark. Many claim to be evil, but most equines of the darker alignment usualy end up with a mate, or joining a herd. Six prefers to stay away from equine contact and dissaproves of love. But most darks don't like the word love anyway. Yet, the thing that sets Six apart from others, is his lack of blood shed. He finds it distasteful for an equine to kill another without reason. He is very judgemental. Six is ready to kill, amazingly, any equine who stands in his way. To him, that is a reason to kill.
Example Post:
A never ending curse, unable to quench my thirst. Anger resinating through me, loved ones horrified, last thing they see with eyes, leaves them mortified. Can't you hear the laughter? Insane yet sweet, don't you see me sneering from ear to ear? If you don't, you better...run. I'm still not satisfied, not untill I her your breath, wasted in begging for your life. Let me tell you something, it's no use at all. I won't stop untill I witness your very down fall. A sream will rip the sky, as you die. Blood will dot the ground, making a sickening sound. Tourted is my soul, darkened in my heart. My soul has become forever lost, never to be found. But maybe if I dig far enough, I might find it laying 'round. Still, I doubt it, blood attracts the predators, souls attract the devil. So, pretty much if you think about it, it's gone forever, never to be found.
Oh me oh my, it seems I've grown a horn and tail, ready to impail your body. See the blood hit the ground, listen to the comforting sound of your screams, the world isn't truly what is seems. Drowning in a world of hope and love, watch as the release a dove. Oh how I love poultry, listen to its useless cry, watch as it dies in my jaws. Feel the sting of hate so strong, watch the sun die; but not for long. They say history repeats its self. No one ever said that the devil couldn't live on. Look closely and you might see, the triple six that marks me. A brand of love, a curse of hate, as I prepare to obliterate. Listen to the silent screams of the innocent. Don't fire untill you see the whites of their eyes, I don't belive in that policy, you could get your self killed if you waited to fucking long.
Talons gripped the terra with ease as I moved through the lands. A new home, a new start, let's see how long it takes me to screw it up. Though some how, I don't want it to end, I don't want it to go, I wish for it to stay right here. Dirt-colored pelt flickered slightly as I came to a stop. Origonally I had been headed to meet a mare by the name of Oasis, but the new scent that had drifted to my nares changed my mind. I now had a new burning engagement. Banner splayed out 'hind me like a charred flag leading into battle, 'pendages snapped up with ease as the trot came to me easily. Audits swivled on their posts as I neared my new destination. A snort of annoyance left my nares as a fly landed on me. Her coat was a deep blood color. Not uncommon for a temptress of dark, it was rare to see a white baroness of dark, though the weren't impossible. I take the liberty to call those types the 'wanna be's', copying our style, but sucking at it. Funny, many stallions have a prefrence of color for their mares, some prefered ebon, some moonwashed (though a horrid sense of taste they must have), dun, or even roan. I my self, had a rather strong fetish for those bathed in russet.
If I looked into a mirror my self, I'm sure I had some how missed out on this wonderful thing called hormones, my form sleek and stream-lined, unlike most stallions who were hefty and weighed down with muscle. Not me. Not my problem, I had enough as is to win a fight yes? Enough to had fought through many campaings and won, correct? Don't answer those. Just consider them. Now, I stood only at a mere sixteen three, but I enjoyed my stature. Not to large, not to small, just fine if you ask me. I came to a complete and total stop in front of the barroness. By the way she held her self, and the gleam that shone in the ebon orbs, I could tell that she would not be one easily pursuaded. Hm. Not my problem, I could just as easily drag her the whole way to my lands, or invite her with open arms. Her choice. Though manners are what truly counted at the moment. White struck crown dipped 'tween ebon 'pendages. Pulling my crown back up, my voice rumbled deep in my chest, Good day temptress, might I ask what brings one so young into these lands alone? Other than those words I spoke, that was it. Silence rang in my ears. Would she reply? Or attack...you never know with these types, but to learn them, you just have to have the knack for it.
Target locked a ruthless act, you're poised to get your basis back, how detrimental. Pathetic basket case that went unheard. As innocence, a dirty word, is annihilated, gumption used for wrong result; to carry out the cruel assault, the blood to be frozen. Creeping in with added sense your conscience just a smal pretense, it's fabricated instate forgiveness right before the sin. The state your brain is in, it's complicated, here's a change of plans instead, when someone else is steps ahead the hunter's been hunted!Didn't you get to see your faceless crime turned on you? sniped from behind. Precision of the bullet block without a chance to sense the shock, living is fleeing, a human being snuffed for game. You only have yourself to blame, it's so deceiving, gumption used for wrong result has failed to nail the cruel assualt. Your blood is freezing, taken up before the strike, the sickest minds they think alike, your plan deleted. Unbeknownst to those below, the innocent are free to go, unviolated, let this be a lesson learned for all content to let it burn, You get yours first!
~ History:
Already in his sixth year of life, Six has faced more hardships than most. At the age of two he was kicked out from his herd. The reasoning behind throwing a perfectly good protector out was Six's logic. Thanatos was Six's born name, and he was born dark, that's not the problem, but he seemed to want to 'purify' the herd. He killed any equine he found distasteful. Like the one time a yearling, his friend, was picking on a foal. His friend continualy knocked the foal down. When his friend was done playing around, Six took matters into his own hands and killed the yearling. He belived by doing this, he rid the herd of a potential killer. Which in hindsight, could be true. But Six pushed his boundaries when he attempted killing the lead stallion. The crime the lead did? Force a mare. His mother to be exact. But he wasn't attempting murder on the fact that his mother was forced, but because he belived that what the lead did was wrong. The lead forced him away from the herd. Since then, Six has wandered the lands, straying away from most herds, and when given the chance, kills a wrong doer. Though currently, Six is looking at lands to claim, and plans on striving to be the Dark King, but wishes to just stay a ruler of his own lands without the responsibility of a King.
~ Picture:
Comming soon
Thanatos
Nickname:
Six
Age:
6
Breed:
Thoroughbred
Height:
16.3
Gender:
Warlord
Alliance:
Dark
Main Color:
Bay
Mane and Tail Color:
Black
Personality:
Six is not your typical dark. Many claim to be evil, but most equines of the darker alignment usualy end up with a mate, or joining a herd. Six prefers to stay away from equine contact and dissaproves of love. But most darks don't like the word love anyway. Yet, the thing that sets Six apart from others, is his lack of blood shed. He finds it distasteful for an equine to kill another without reason. He is very judgemental. Six is ready to kill, amazingly, any equine who stands in his way. To him, that is a reason to kill.
Example Post:
A never ending curse, unable to quench my thirst. Anger resinating through me, loved ones horrified, last thing they see with eyes, leaves them mortified. Can't you hear the laughter? Insane yet sweet, don't you see me sneering from ear to ear? If you don't, you better...run. I'm still not satisfied, not untill I her your breath, wasted in begging for your life. Let me tell you something, it's no use at all. I won't stop untill I witness your very down fall. A sream will rip the sky, as you die. Blood will dot the ground, making a sickening sound. Tourted is my soul, darkened in my heart. My soul has become forever lost, never to be found. But maybe if I dig far enough, I might find it laying 'round. Still, I doubt it, blood attracts the predators, souls attract the devil. So, pretty much if you think about it, it's gone forever, never to be found.
Oh me oh my, it seems I've grown a horn and tail, ready to impail your body. See the blood hit the ground, listen to the comforting sound of your screams, the world isn't truly what is seems. Drowning in a world of hope and love, watch as the release a dove. Oh how I love poultry, listen to its useless cry, watch as it dies in my jaws. Feel the sting of hate so strong, watch the sun die; but not for long. They say history repeats its self. No one ever said that the devil couldn't live on. Look closely and you might see, the triple six that marks me. A brand of love, a curse of hate, as I prepare to obliterate. Listen to the silent screams of the innocent. Don't fire untill you see the whites of their eyes, I don't belive in that policy, you could get your self killed if you waited to fucking long.
Talons gripped the terra with ease as I moved through the lands. A new home, a new start, let's see how long it takes me to screw it up. Though some how, I don't want it to end, I don't want it to go, I wish for it to stay right here. Dirt-colored pelt flickered slightly as I came to a stop. Origonally I had been headed to meet a mare by the name of Oasis, but the new scent that had drifted to my nares changed my mind. I now had a new burning engagement. Banner splayed out 'hind me like a charred flag leading into battle, 'pendages snapped up with ease as the trot came to me easily. Audits swivled on their posts as I neared my new destination. A snort of annoyance left my nares as a fly landed on me. Her coat was a deep blood color. Not uncommon for a temptress of dark, it was rare to see a white baroness of dark, though the weren't impossible. I take the liberty to call those types the 'wanna be's', copying our style, but sucking at it. Funny, many stallions have a prefrence of color for their mares, some prefered ebon, some moonwashed (though a horrid sense of taste they must have), dun, or even roan. I my self, had a rather strong fetish for those bathed in russet.
If I looked into a mirror my self, I'm sure I had some how missed out on this wonderful thing called hormones, my form sleek and stream-lined, unlike most stallions who were hefty and weighed down with muscle. Not me. Not my problem, I had enough as is to win a fight yes? Enough to had fought through many campaings and won, correct? Don't answer those. Just consider them. Now, I stood only at a mere sixteen three, but I enjoyed my stature. Not to large, not to small, just fine if you ask me. I came to a complete and total stop in front of the barroness. By the way she held her self, and the gleam that shone in the ebon orbs, I could tell that she would not be one easily pursuaded. Hm. Not my problem, I could just as easily drag her the whole way to my lands, or invite her with open arms. Her choice. Though manners are what truly counted at the moment. White struck crown dipped 'tween ebon 'pendages. Pulling my crown back up, my voice rumbled deep in my chest, Good day temptress, might I ask what brings one so young into these lands alone? Other than those words I spoke, that was it. Silence rang in my ears. Would she reply? Or attack...you never know with these types, but to learn them, you just have to have the knack for it.
Target locked a ruthless act, you're poised to get your basis back, how detrimental. Pathetic basket case that went unheard. As innocence, a dirty word, is annihilated, gumption used for wrong result; to carry out the cruel assault, the blood to be frozen. Creeping in with added sense your conscience just a smal pretense, it's fabricated instate forgiveness right before the sin. The state your brain is in, it's complicated, here's a change of plans instead, when someone else is steps ahead the hunter's been hunted!Didn't you get to see your faceless crime turned on you? sniped from behind. Precision of the bullet block without a chance to sense the shock, living is fleeing, a human being snuffed for game. You only have yourself to blame, it's so deceiving, gumption used for wrong result has failed to nail the cruel assualt. Your blood is freezing, taken up before the strike, the sickest minds they think alike, your plan deleted. Unbeknownst to those below, the innocent are free to go, unviolated, let this be a lesson learned for all content to let it burn, You get yours first!
~ History:
Already in his sixth year of life, Six has faced more hardships than most. At the age of two he was kicked out from his herd. The reasoning behind throwing a perfectly good protector out was Six's logic. Thanatos was Six's born name, and he was born dark, that's not the problem, but he seemed to want to 'purify' the herd. He killed any equine he found distasteful. Like the one time a yearling, his friend, was picking on a foal. His friend continualy knocked the foal down. When his friend was done playing around, Six took matters into his own hands and killed the yearling. He belived by doing this, he rid the herd of a potential killer. Which in hindsight, could be true. But Six pushed his boundaries when he attempted killing the lead stallion. The crime the lead did? Force a mare. His mother to be exact. But he wasn't attempting murder on the fact that his mother was forced, but because he belived that what the lead did was wrong. The lead forced him away from the herd. Since then, Six has wandered the lands, straying away from most herds, and when given the chance, kills a wrong doer. Though currently, Six is looking at lands to claim, and plans on striving to be the Dark King, but wishes to just stay a ruler of his own lands without the responsibility of a King.
~ Picture:
Comming soon
