Post by .:{DreamWeaver}:. on May 29, 2010 9:32:55 GMT -5
Mother: DreamWeaver
Age: four
Breed: Arabian x Quarter Horse x Rocky Mountain Horse x Paint Horse
Height 14.3 hands
Alliances: Western
Gift{s}: Healer
General Appearance: Beauty finds its way into every creature, be it an insect or a mammoth, everything has it's own unique attractiveness to it. This mare has always relied on hers to get her through life. The maiden possesses a delicately and petite crafted Arabic body, slim and slender without obvious signs of muscle as with most Arabians. She possesses the typical dished skull, wide-set and large eyes, small fluted ears, and flared nostrils at the end of a petite muzzle. Her neck arches in the traditional Arabic way, while her croup sits high up from her ancestry. If it wasn't for the fact she was painted, one would be under the impression she was pure. Yet the white body is claimed by a gentle chestnut that flows from beneath her stomach and up her croup, the only patch on her lower body. Her skull has the rare Medicine Hat marking, meaning that chestnut creeps from her ears and around the top of her skull yet not going beyond the space just above her eyes. Her muzzle is tainted pink, while her eyes gleam a healthy and bright ice blue. The insides of her ears, strangely, are black-lined. the mare's locks are white, though her tail has a peculiar brown streak running through it, suggesting that perhaps she's a red dun paint.
Personality: Life has a rather curious way of molding someone like clay, leaving none out of it's reach and changing just about everyone. In the beginning, DreamWeaver was hardened to the world. Careless toward other's benefits and needs, she'd gone on to take what she wanted when she wanted it - even if that meant by force. She was belligerent and didn't follow the whims of others, never once heeding words of wisdom. Then, things changed when she fell in love and experienced the heartbreak she'd purposefully left others to feel. Call it an epiphany if you will, but from there on out, she'd vowed to change her manipulative ways. She cried out for her sensitive side to be heard and revealed, forced kindness to come back to the surface. Sure, occasionally there may be times when she looks at things with the old bitter eyes of that two year old Dream, but at three, she's begun the wonderful morphing of clay. From a dragon to a pegasus, that best defines the drastic change. A soft spot, especially for foals, has begun to develop, but perhaps it was always there and hidden. Either way, with the errors of her ways revealed to her, it's certain that there's a more trustworthy and gentle mare coming along the way... with her usual old cravings for power steaming faintly beneath the surface.
Father: HellBorn
Age: seven
Breed: Percheron X Shire X friesian X Thoroughbred X Arabian
Height 18 hands
Alliances: Northern
Gift{s}: Extra Strength & Telepathy
General Appearance: He has a large stocky body with feathers that are around his feet. A thick mane and tail grow out like fire almost. With a pitch black body, and no markings, he blends into the night with ease. A large equine who has large hooves and strange almost red like colored eyes. He is of course rather strong, but with the thoroughbred in him, he is almost pretty fast for the most part. Though he would never be as close to fast as a speed horse.
Personality: He is a cruel, uncaring and well vicious. He enjoys killing and loves the feeling of blood across his coat. He likes the sounds of bones breaking, deathly cries, and the last breaths of victims. He isn't the kindest creature and will never be. A horse with a hard life who just tries to live up to his father's expectations. Though it seems he has never been able to. Now that he is gone HellBorn still holds onto the past.
Although he needs an heir, he is rather choosy about finding a mare and would rather try and find one that will be able to create a foal stronger then he is. He enjoys toys, normally being in the form of other horses that he catches, or that his soldiers catch. He does enjoy having as many as he can, and then kills them once he gets tired of them and they don't become as fun
Age: four
Breed: Arabian x Quarter Horse x Rocky Mountain Horse x Paint Horse
Height 14.3 hands
Alliances: Western
Gift{s}: Healer
General Appearance: Beauty finds its way into every creature, be it an insect or a mammoth, everything has it's own unique attractiveness to it. This mare has always relied on hers to get her through life. The maiden possesses a delicately and petite crafted Arabic body, slim and slender without obvious signs of muscle as with most Arabians. She possesses the typical dished skull, wide-set and large eyes, small fluted ears, and flared nostrils at the end of a petite muzzle. Her neck arches in the traditional Arabic way, while her croup sits high up from her ancestry. If it wasn't for the fact she was painted, one would be under the impression she was pure. Yet the white body is claimed by a gentle chestnut that flows from beneath her stomach and up her croup, the only patch on her lower body. Her skull has the rare Medicine Hat marking, meaning that chestnut creeps from her ears and around the top of her skull yet not going beyond the space just above her eyes. Her muzzle is tainted pink, while her eyes gleam a healthy and bright ice blue. The insides of her ears, strangely, are black-lined. the mare's locks are white, though her tail has a peculiar brown streak running through it, suggesting that perhaps she's a red dun paint.
Personality: Life has a rather curious way of molding someone like clay, leaving none out of it's reach and changing just about everyone. In the beginning, DreamWeaver was hardened to the world. Careless toward other's benefits and needs, she'd gone on to take what she wanted when she wanted it - even if that meant by force. She was belligerent and didn't follow the whims of others, never once heeding words of wisdom. Then, things changed when she fell in love and experienced the heartbreak she'd purposefully left others to feel. Call it an epiphany if you will, but from there on out, she'd vowed to change her manipulative ways. She cried out for her sensitive side to be heard and revealed, forced kindness to come back to the surface. Sure, occasionally there may be times when she looks at things with the old bitter eyes of that two year old Dream, but at three, she's begun the wonderful morphing of clay. From a dragon to a pegasus, that best defines the drastic change. A soft spot, especially for foals, has begun to develop, but perhaps it was always there and hidden. Either way, with the errors of her ways revealed to her, it's certain that there's a more trustworthy and gentle mare coming along the way... with her usual old cravings for power steaming faintly beneath the surface.
Father: HellBorn
Age: seven
Breed: Percheron X Shire X friesian X Thoroughbred X Arabian
Height 18 hands
Alliances: Northern
Gift{s}: Extra Strength & Telepathy
General Appearance: He has a large stocky body with feathers that are around his feet. A thick mane and tail grow out like fire almost. With a pitch black body, and no markings, he blends into the night with ease. A large equine who has large hooves and strange almost red like colored eyes. He is of course rather strong, but with the thoroughbred in him, he is almost pretty fast for the most part. Though he would never be as close to fast as a speed horse.
Personality: He is a cruel, uncaring and well vicious. He enjoys killing and loves the feeling of blood across his coat. He likes the sounds of bones breaking, deathly cries, and the last breaths of victims. He isn't the kindest creature and will never be. A horse with a hard life who just tries to live up to his father's expectations. Though it seems he has never been able to. Now that he is gone HellBorn still holds onto the past.
Although he needs an heir, he is rather choosy about finding a mare and would rather try and find one that will be able to create a foal stronger then he is. He enjoys toys, normally being in the form of other horses that he catches, or that his soldiers catch. He does enjoy having as many as he can, and then kills them once he gets tired of them and they don't become as fun
