Post by lynx'' on Mar 17, 2008 6:34:08 GMT -5
C H A O S
Name: Chaos
Age: 7
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Dark Chestnut, white stockings and stripe
Alliance: Dark
Foals: none
Personality: Chaos is one pure dark equine, his blood runs cold, he has little respect for anyone at all, although he does have a slight soft spot for his mares, if they show him loyalty and respect of course. He is not afriad to fight for what he wants, wether it is land or just a mare. He laughs at those beneath him, and challenges them who are above him, he is afraid of nothing and will not stop until he is satisfied. Chaos is a tough nut, hard to crack, it is not often he is friends with stallions, but a few may strike lucky.
History: Born into a strong herd, Chaos soon learnt the rules, he was aloud to stay with his fathers herd until he reached three years old. At that age, he was seen as a big threat to his sire. As a youngster, he fought with all the other colts in the herd, not refusing a fight from anyone, he soon had a little flock of fillies following him like a shadow. He stood tall over them, watched them whilst they were sleeping, pounded any colt that dare come near his prizes.
When the day came for him to leave, the first day of his third spring. Chaos took off to find some place of his own, he travelled for a while, then came across some wild equines, seeing the stallion would be a good match for hiself, he challenged him, it was some fight, but in the end, Chaos left with one mare in toll. However, she didn't like the way his mind worked, she was scared of him, as her last king was no true dark equine. She left him, and not long after, Chaos found the great lands of Midnight Acres, and one day, plans to rule it all.
Sample Post: Something told the great brute that a challenge was on the way. Dished features spread into a slight grin as the scent got stronger, shifting from his place in the clearing, he walked slowly to the shelter of the trees. There he stood, eyes fixed on the entrance to the meadow.
After some time, he saw a small brute enter through the trees. He was no dark, so of course, an easy match for Chaos. He slipped through the trees and stood tall infront of the younger one. I beleive your here to take me on... he snarled, whipping his skull around to face the other, he clacked his teeth together, making a slight echo throughout the lands. It was dark, perfect, the way the chestnut arabian liked it. He lived for the darkness, no light was needed in his precious little world.
Still, the younger brute, who's coat was of a light gold colour, said nothing. Chaos grew impatient, and raised a forleg high into the air. Come now youngster, you told me to be here, i'm here, you told me you wanted a fight, your getting one. I'l wait for you to start us off shall I? chaos stepped back and began a large circle around the golden one, he laughed, he had no chance, his stocky legs only brought him up to about 13hh, and Chaos stood a mere 15, but somewhat taller than the opponant. His chunky body showed he could not move fast, whereas Chaos slim, trim bodice could whip 'round in a flash. But still, the young one said nothing. Lurching forward, Chaos opened his jaw wide, and snapped his teeth shut around the crest of his mane, he pulled away, bringing the mane with him. Then stepped back, on his toes. Didn't mother ever tell you it is rather rude to ignore someone when they talk to you? he snarled, clacking his teeth once again. He could tell the other was loosing his cold shoulder effect. What are you waiting for? Chaos asked again, stepping closer to the other. His dished dial was amost touching the others chunky skull now. but still, nothing came from his mouth. Chaos had had enough, will all might he crashed forward bashing his skull against the others, I've no time for timewasters, youngster. he spat, coming close to him again, he spun around and raised a hind at the others rib cage, hopped onto his front and lashed out with both hinds, feeling contact. What a waste of time....I came for a fight, and got nothing. Chaos turned back around to face the other. This time, i've let you live, next time; prehaps you won't be so lucky.
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Name: Chaos
Age: 7
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Dark Chestnut, white stockings and stripe
Alliance: Dark
Foals: none
Personality: Chaos is one pure dark equine, his blood runs cold, he has little respect for anyone at all, although he does have a slight soft spot for his mares, if they show him loyalty and respect of course. He is not afriad to fight for what he wants, wether it is land or just a mare. He laughs at those beneath him, and challenges them who are above him, he is afraid of nothing and will not stop until he is satisfied. Chaos is a tough nut, hard to crack, it is not often he is friends with stallions, but a few may strike lucky.
History: Born into a strong herd, Chaos soon learnt the rules, he was aloud to stay with his fathers herd until he reached three years old. At that age, he was seen as a big threat to his sire. As a youngster, he fought with all the other colts in the herd, not refusing a fight from anyone, he soon had a little flock of fillies following him like a shadow. He stood tall over them, watched them whilst they were sleeping, pounded any colt that dare come near his prizes.
When the day came for him to leave, the first day of his third spring. Chaos took off to find some place of his own, he travelled for a while, then came across some wild equines, seeing the stallion would be a good match for hiself, he challenged him, it was some fight, but in the end, Chaos left with one mare in toll. However, she didn't like the way his mind worked, she was scared of him, as her last king was no true dark equine. She left him, and not long after, Chaos found the great lands of Midnight Acres, and one day, plans to rule it all.
Sample Post: Something told the great brute that a challenge was on the way. Dished features spread into a slight grin as the scent got stronger, shifting from his place in the clearing, he walked slowly to the shelter of the trees. There he stood, eyes fixed on the entrance to the meadow.
After some time, he saw a small brute enter through the trees. He was no dark, so of course, an easy match for Chaos. He slipped through the trees and stood tall infront of the younger one. I beleive your here to take me on... he snarled, whipping his skull around to face the other, he clacked his teeth together, making a slight echo throughout the lands. It was dark, perfect, the way the chestnut arabian liked it. He lived for the darkness, no light was needed in his precious little world.
Still, the younger brute, who's coat was of a light gold colour, said nothing. Chaos grew impatient, and raised a forleg high into the air. Come now youngster, you told me to be here, i'm here, you told me you wanted a fight, your getting one. I'l wait for you to start us off shall I? chaos stepped back and began a large circle around the golden one, he laughed, he had no chance, his stocky legs only brought him up to about 13hh, and Chaos stood a mere 15, but somewhat taller than the opponant. His chunky body showed he could not move fast, whereas Chaos slim, trim bodice could whip 'round in a flash. But still, the young one said nothing. Lurching forward, Chaos opened his jaw wide, and snapped his teeth shut around the crest of his mane, he pulled away, bringing the mane with him. Then stepped back, on his toes. Didn't mother ever tell you it is rather rude to ignore someone when they talk to you? he snarled, clacking his teeth once again. He could tell the other was loosing his cold shoulder effect. What are you waiting for? Chaos asked again, stepping closer to the other. His dished dial was amost touching the others chunky skull now. but still, nothing came from his mouth. Chaos had had enough, will all might he crashed forward bashing his skull against the others, I've no time for timewasters, youngster. he spat, coming close to him again, he spun around and raised a hind at the others rib cage, hopped onto his front and lashed out with both hinds, feeling contact. What a waste of time....I came for a fight, and got nothing. Chaos turned back around to face the other. This time, i've let you live, next time; prehaps you won't be so lucky.
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