Post by DesertAngel on Nov 21, 2010 2:22:34 GMT -5
Name: Djinn
Nickname: none
Breed: Frisian Brabant cross
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Season Born: Fall
Year Created:Year One
Description: He is a bulky blood bay, elongated star and two cornets, one on his back right leg and the other on his front left. Has scars running down the right side of his neck.
Weight:1900
Height: 16 HH
Personality: He tends to over think things, look at every possibility. He likes too cross the lines that others draw and see what happens. he is reckless and jumps into a situation while still halfway thinking it out. Later goes with any flow there may be and doesn't really care if he gets himself killed. He believes that there are greater powers in the world, but he could careless if they ever do anything. He tends to think like the southerners, that Tartarus needs to be taken down. Though he is more lenient in how it is done and who is involved. He has his own agenda but still tries not to be noticed.
History:He was born in a weak heard that didn't have many horses fr safety. His fearful mother taught him to be cautious and question everything. One day, after he turned two years old, his brute of a father came for him, at the moment he didn't know why. His father trained him to fight a little, but soon left him to fend for himself. Djinn just went with it trying not to be noticed by others. He went most of his life trying not to be noticed, but now he wants the world to know he's alive and kicking. He got his scar from a recent tussle trying to protect a mare.
Sample Post: He was back here again, though he didn't know why. It wasn't like he was looking for a mare to call his own. It wasn't because of the tasty grass either. No that was mostly dead now. So what brought him out here? Last time didn't go so well, he shuddered at the thought. All he could think about was the beauty of a buckskin called Nohia. She was running around in his mind and teasing him with sweet thoughts. Thoughts of Nohia led to thoughts of the one who stole her. Uruvion, his face soured, the beast was too big for Djinn to fight. The big oaf was was probably crushing the small mare right now. And Djinn could do nothing to stop it! He wanted rip the Brutes flesh and make him feel pain, and now Djinn knew why he was here. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of one of them. He looked around at the half frozen landscape with a look of sour hate. Not many would come here when the grass was dead, but one had caught his eye. The hate melted from his face as his watched her, what was such a small Fae doing out in the cold?
Djinn could use some company, and the Fae looked like she could too. He picked his way carefully over to her, his bulk demanded that he wasn't as careful as he wished though. She looked angry, so that mad two of them. She was a pretty little thing, but Djinn could never claim her, it just wouldn't be fair. So he took on a friendly air and tried to push his thoughts of Nohia down. Djinn's breath steamed into the cold day as he spoke," Hello there miss, I noticed that there aren't many people out here. Figured you would like someone to talk to." Did that sound wrong, it did to Djinn. God he always messed up around mares. His neck and face grew a blush on them, but it could be attributed to the cold wind. He turned away trying to push down emotion, he didn't need that now," Well my name is Djinn, and if you don't mind I would love to be graced with yours." Djinn could use a friend and he hoped with mare would be one. It was a lot to hope for when just meeting some one. But now it seamed the only thing Djinn could, hope.
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Nickname: none
Breed: Frisian Brabant cross
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Season Born: Fall
Year Created:Year One
Description: He is a bulky blood bay, elongated star and two cornets, one on his back right leg and the other on his front left. Has scars running down the right side of his neck.
Weight:1900
Height: 16 HH
Personality: He tends to over think things, look at every possibility. He likes too cross the lines that others draw and see what happens. he is reckless and jumps into a situation while still halfway thinking it out. Later goes with any flow there may be and doesn't really care if he gets himself killed. He believes that there are greater powers in the world, but he could careless if they ever do anything. He tends to think like the southerners, that Tartarus needs to be taken down. Though he is more lenient in how it is done and who is involved. He has his own agenda but still tries not to be noticed.
History:He was born in a weak heard that didn't have many horses fr safety. His fearful mother taught him to be cautious and question everything. One day, after he turned two years old, his brute of a father came for him, at the moment he didn't know why. His father trained him to fight a little, but soon left him to fend for himself. Djinn just went with it trying not to be noticed by others. He went most of his life trying not to be noticed, but now he wants the world to know he's alive and kicking. He got his scar from a recent tussle trying to protect a mare.
Sample Post: He was back here again, though he didn't know why. It wasn't like he was looking for a mare to call his own. It wasn't because of the tasty grass either. No that was mostly dead now. So what brought him out here? Last time didn't go so well, he shuddered at the thought. All he could think about was the beauty of a buckskin called Nohia. She was running around in his mind and teasing him with sweet thoughts. Thoughts of Nohia led to thoughts of the one who stole her. Uruvion, his face soured, the beast was too big for Djinn to fight. The big oaf was was probably crushing the small mare right now. And Djinn could do nothing to stop it! He wanted rip the Brutes flesh and make him feel pain, and now Djinn knew why he was here. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of one of them. He looked around at the half frozen landscape with a look of sour hate. Not many would come here when the grass was dead, but one had caught his eye. The hate melted from his face as his watched her, what was such a small Fae doing out in the cold?
Djinn could use some company, and the Fae looked like she could too. He picked his way carefully over to her, his bulk demanded that he wasn't as careful as he wished though. She looked angry, so that mad two of them. She was a pretty little thing, but Djinn could never claim her, it just wouldn't be fair. So he took on a friendly air and tried to push his thoughts of Nohia down. Djinn's breath steamed into the cold day as he spoke," Hello there miss, I noticed that there aren't many people out here. Figured you would like someone to talk to." Did that sound wrong, it did to Djinn. God he always messed up around mares. His neck and face grew a blush on them, but it could be attributed to the cold wind. He turned away trying to push down emotion, he didn't need that now," Well my name is Djinn, and if you don't mind I would love to be graced with yours." Djinn could use a friend and he hoped with mare would be one. It was a lot to hope for when just meeting some one. But now it seamed the only thing Djinn could, hope.
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