Post by Trill Stalker on May 26, 2008 13:11:16 GMT -5
Name: Zarian
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Neutral
Foals: none
Personality: Around the other stallion, Zarian is hostile and edgy. He sees all stallions as a challenge and has a hair trigger temper that can make him a danger in some situations. However, with mares Zarian is gentle and sweet. There isn't a female that he doesn't like.Zarian is a fair leader and he goes to great lengths to keep his mares safe.
Zarian is an incredibly intelligent stallion, he always knows the ins and outs of his territory.If you travel into his territory, beware; He will not tolerate anyone challenging his authority.
History: When Zarian belonged to his fathers herd all the feme's would make a point to flurt with him, he did not mind one bit, but his father took it as a challenge to his dominance. His father and Zarian got into a huge brall when he turned two because he had mounted one of his fathers mares. Zarian didn't mean to but he killed his father, All the members of the band accepted him as the lead stallion except for his mother. She despised him and what he did. His mother made his life in the band a living hell, never letting him forget that he could have spared his fathers life instead of wasting it. Zarian loved being leader loved taking care of the hurd but his mother would not let up and gilt over took him.
To this day still he wonders if leaving the band was the right thing to do, there was no other stallions that was old enough to take care of the band. He does not know what has happened to his birth band and that still torments him, four years later.
Sample Post: Shaking his long gray mane Zarian rears up and slashes at the sky. He hated himself still after all these years for leaving his birth band with no leader. He was disgusted with himself, most of the time he did not understand why he allowed himself to live. His black hooves slamed to the ground, puffs of dirt clowded around his front legs. He needed to keep moving, if he kept his mind from wondering then he could keep the memories from his past hidden till the night where they showed there true colors in nightmares. Raising his huge head to the reddening sky he let out a snort of air, dark was taking over the land. Would his life ever be easy?
Zarian slashes his full storm colored tail into the air and jumps right into a gallop, he is in the center of a large hay feild, which would be perfect for dark stalking preditores. Although he lothed his life he did not have the urge to kill himself this night. In a small part of his heart there was the hope that he could find a meaning to live for. He flew over the land, not caring where his hooves led him, he only wanted the memories of his past gone.
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Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Neutral
Foals: none
Personality: Around the other stallion, Zarian is hostile and edgy. He sees all stallions as a challenge and has a hair trigger temper that can make him a danger in some situations. However, with mares Zarian is gentle and sweet. There isn't a female that he doesn't like.Zarian is a fair leader and he goes to great lengths to keep his mares safe.
Zarian is an incredibly intelligent stallion, he always knows the ins and outs of his territory.If you travel into his territory, beware; He will not tolerate anyone challenging his authority.
History: When Zarian belonged to his fathers herd all the feme's would make a point to flurt with him, he did not mind one bit, but his father took it as a challenge to his dominance. His father and Zarian got into a huge brall when he turned two because he had mounted one of his fathers mares. Zarian didn't mean to but he killed his father, All the members of the band accepted him as the lead stallion except for his mother. She despised him and what he did. His mother made his life in the band a living hell, never letting him forget that he could have spared his fathers life instead of wasting it. Zarian loved being leader loved taking care of the hurd but his mother would not let up and gilt over took him.
To this day still he wonders if leaving the band was the right thing to do, there was no other stallions that was old enough to take care of the band. He does not know what has happened to his birth band and that still torments him, four years later.
Sample Post: Shaking his long gray mane Zarian rears up and slashes at the sky. He hated himself still after all these years for leaving his birth band with no leader. He was disgusted with himself, most of the time he did not understand why he allowed himself to live. His black hooves slamed to the ground, puffs of dirt clowded around his front legs. He needed to keep moving, if he kept his mind from wondering then he could keep the memories from his past hidden till the night where they showed there true colors in nightmares. Raising his huge head to the reddening sky he let out a snort of air, dark was taking over the land. Would his life ever be easy?
Zarian slashes his full storm colored tail into the air and jumps right into a gallop, he is in the center of a large hay feild, which would be perfect for dark stalking preditores. Although he lothed his life he did not have the urge to kill himself this night. In a small part of his heart there was the hope that he could find a meaning to live for. He flew over the land, not caring where his hooves led him, he only wanted the memories of his past gone.
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