dark december;; bring it bitches

[>>savvy ♥]

*DARK DECEMBER;; i used to rule the world...!.*

Name: Dark December
Call him: December
Gender: Male
Age: Seven years
Breed: Friesian
Alliance: Dark


*take a picture...!.*
~it’ll last longer

A form, standing at 16.2 hands tall, can install fright in many a being. That is often December’s point when he approaches you, shadowy forelock concealing the eyes that boil with murder, an icy coldness, and a glaze that almost makes him seem unaware. You see, that is how he fools you, with the strange eyes that only show what he wants them to show; if anything at all. His body is tightly muscled, tight as springs, ready to explode at any moment. He doesn’t use his strength for much unless he’s fighting for some random unnecessary cause. His bulk is decorated by the most random scars in the most random places, some an eerie silver, others a soft fleshy pink, contrasting with the dark obsidian flesh stretched over his masculine Friesian carcass.

*what an attitude...!.*
~in other words; welcome to hell

Cunning trickster, more intelligent that what meets the eye, charming enough that he gets what he wants, the greedy pain in the ass that manipulates everything and anyone to get his way, and mind you, if that doesn’t do the trick; cold-blooded murder is the next step in the process. December has a lust for not only those delicious mares and the blood sport, but also power. Power is something that he cannot live a day without; whether that power is exercised over an entire kingdom or one foolish little mare, he needs it, and becomes a drug addict without his high if it is not given to him. We’re talking pure insanity here.

Mares, to him, are good for too things; looking damn pretty next to his broad shoulder and carrying those little fleshlings that he has no tolerance for and only wants to live so, in theory, Dark December will never really be dead. It can be found that he is rather abusive of anyone, yet for a dark you can never take your powers too far, correct? He was raised in an abusive family, a mother that treated everything like shit, and a father that was just as abusive as December is now, so all of his anger and violence is okay, right? The apple never falls too far from the tree anyways.

*the past is the past...!.*
~lets keep it that way

His father and mother were in it for the good times; not the love. It shows in the way that December was raised. He was the first result of their fun, and once he was born, his mother kept him just to have a little puppet to abuse. Or maybe it was just her nature, maybe she never really meant to hurt December in the ways that she did. His father was a cheater, yes, claiming that he was mates with December’s mother, only to go behind her back, with December watching, and force other mares. The little spindly foal that was December saw it as okay, living by that monkey-see-monkey-do foal nature that is so common.

His mother was foolish, actually, more like down-right dense and stupid, and didn’t find out until she went searching for her son as she was plump with her second foal. She wasn’t angry and December’s father, instead she let it out on the little colt. Didn’t matter; he got through it. He was just on the edge of being a year old anyways. Sooner or later his sister was born, and when the little nameless filly was old enough to eat grass, left them both behind for good. Dark December was forced to take care of his own sister.

She was an irritating little thing, and December’s moody and angry attitude contrasted with the filly’s too much. He hated her, but she loved him, seeing the world as all rainbows and butterflies. She was annoying, always in December’s face, ruining his plans. That’s when he snapped. Tearing into her flesh

{history incomplete; finishing soon!}