Post by Trillian on Nov 18, 2010 19:03:46 GMT -5
Name: Horizon
Nickname: Z-E-O Zio
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 Years
Season Born: Autumn
Year Created: Year One
Description: Horizon is the color of a the rising sun on a crisp autumn morning; golden with creme highlights. Her cranium is a light tan shade with black markings. Her orbs are amberlyn in coloration and shift with emotion. Zio's four powerful pedastiles are painted with smudged coal the same as her long banner and flowing whipcord. Three of her daggers resemble that of her highlights while her back left shard is obsidian. She is built lightly but muscled firmly with a high arched boa and whipcord.
Weight: 980lbs.
Height: 15.3HH
Personality: Horizon is a kind of filly who likes to get what she wants and will go to eny means to get it. This leads her to get into trouble often. She has a problem with athority though and tends to get into fights with others over small problems that could have been put to peace with a few small words. Shadows sometimes enter her eye's at the memorie of her mother. She doesn't open up easily but when she does her emotions cn be personified ten fold. Zio likes to get into fights but doesn't often win them because she can't land that final blow, blood reminding her of her mother.
History: The first years of my life was like horror. not only was my own mother brutally assassinated in a shed of blood. But I had seen my own twin brother be killed trying to save her. I had stood in the bushes not all that far away shocked into stillness. I had not even flinched a muscle in an attempt to help them. I don't remember much, just the sick sound of teeth sinking into flesh and bones crunching.
I stood there the entire night, stock still, incoherent. And only threw some stroke of luck the wolves did not find me. In the morning my father stepped into the clearing and awoke my stock stillness with a bellow of such sadness and grief that I would have sworn the heavens shook. I stepped out of my hiding place and ran to my father, needing his protective aura after what I had been a witness to.
"What happened?" He sounded as shell shocked as I felt. Before I could answer though my father shoved me aside and stumbled to where my mother and brother played in a bloody massacre. I watched my father as he broke, like a flame being blown out by a big gust of wind. My father turned on me, his eyes were dead. "Why didn't you save them?"
My jaw dropped and my heart skidded to a halt, how was I to explain to my father about last night when my brain kept it locked up into a tight corner in my mind so the horrors would not escape. "You should have died instead of them." The truth of what my father was saying rang threw my ears. He would have given anything to have his love and son back, even if it meant sacrificing me. I turned and ran, my hooves flying over the ground as fast as my heart beat.
He was bigger though, and mindlessness added to his insanity. I felt searing pain a moment before my face met solid ground and I blacked out.
...
I don't know what had stopped my father from killing me off that night, because it was obvious he would have loved nothing more then to take my life away. But I woke up a day later in the middle of the night. The forest was silent except for a few echoing screeches of black life, my heart was cold. It felt like it had been berried in the bowls of hell to burn in an ever ice flame.
The only equine that I could trust was myself because my own father had turned on me, the scars of his almost kill still showing how much I had lost. I traveled the land killing the wolves I could, but no matter how much blood I shed my heart did not heal.
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Nickname: Z-E-O Zio
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 Years
Season Born: Autumn
Year Created: Year One
Description: Horizon is the color of a the rising sun on a crisp autumn morning; golden with creme highlights. Her cranium is a light tan shade with black markings. Her orbs are amberlyn in coloration and shift with emotion. Zio's four powerful pedastiles are painted with smudged coal the same as her long banner and flowing whipcord. Three of her daggers resemble that of her highlights while her back left shard is obsidian. She is built lightly but muscled firmly with a high arched boa and whipcord.
Weight: 980lbs.
Height: 15.3HH
Personality: Horizon is a kind of filly who likes to get what she wants and will go to eny means to get it. This leads her to get into trouble often. She has a problem with athority though and tends to get into fights with others over small problems that could have been put to peace with a few small words. Shadows sometimes enter her eye's at the memorie of her mother. She doesn't open up easily but when she does her emotions cn be personified ten fold. Zio likes to get into fights but doesn't often win them because she can't land that final blow, blood reminding her of her mother.
History: The first years of my life was like horror. not only was my own mother brutally assassinated in a shed of blood. But I had seen my own twin brother be killed trying to save her. I had stood in the bushes not all that far away shocked into stillness. I had not even flinched a muscle in an attempt to help them. I don't remember much, just the sick sound of teeth sinking into flesh and bones crunching.
I stood there the entire night, stock still, incoherent. And only threw some stroke of luck the wolves did not find me. In the morning my father stepped into the clearing and awoke my stock stillness with a bellow of such sadness and grief that I would have sworn the heavens shook. I stepped out of my hiding place and ran to my father, needing his protective aura after what I had been a witness to.
"What happened?" He sounded as shell shocked as I felt. Before I could answer though my father shoved me aside and stumbled to where my mother and brother played in a bloody massacre. I watched my father as he broke, like a flame being blown out by a big gust of wind. My father turned on me, his eyes were dead. "Why didn't you save them?"
My jaw dropped and my heart skidded to a halt, how was I to explain to my father about last night when my brain kept it locked up into a tight corner in my mind so the horrors would not escape. "You should have died instead of them." The truth of what my father was saying rang threw my ears. He would have given anything to have his love and son back, even if it meant sacrificing me. I turned and ran, my hooves flying over the ground as fast as my heart beat.
He was bigger though, and mindlessness added to his insanity. I felt searing pain a moment before my face met solid ground and I blacked out.
...
I don't know what had stopped my father from killing me off that night, because it was obvious he would have loved nothing more then to take my life away. But I woke up a day later in the middle of the night. The forest was silent except for a few echoing screeches of black life, my heart was cold. It felt like it had been berried in the bowls of hell to burn in an ever ice flame.
The only equine that I could trust was myself because my own father had turned on me, the scars of his almost kill still showing how much I had lost. I traveled the land killing the wolves I could, but no matter how much blood I shed my heart did not heal.
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Picture: browse.deviantart.com/resources/stockart/?qh=§ion=&q=buckskin+arabian#/d2wwevi
