Post by Sparta on Dec 1, 2007 4:40:27 GMT -5
Epithet: Sparta.
Dotage: Around 5.
Nature: Stallion
Stock: Tobiano
Pact: Dark all the way!
Cast: Manes look as if they were dipped in paint of black, his tri-coloured wrapping of vanille and chocolate perfectly matching them. Attractive is a small word -- with the bronco's streamlined cranium and muscular bodice he's more than that.
Pysche: Once a loved attraction on the circus for small children, he was now the total opposite. Anger of his past stalks him in every step, and has lastly convinced him to join the Dark side -- determinded to make others feel the pain he once had felt. He's always up for a fight against whoever dares to challenge him, rarely thinking about the fact he's just mortal too. If he would come to die, he wouldn't allow himself go alone.
Antiquity: It wasn’t loneliness; it was the will to be alone. The demand to leave him alone. Ever since he had escaped from his owners he he had never done a fresh attempt to approach anyone – human or equine -- in the anguish the same could happen yet again.
Now, a few years later, all that remained were the scars. They were still healing, yet his heart never would. In a deep, dark chamber somewhere inside his head the event from a few years ago kept replaying every time he looked down at the scars, a harsh remainder of what has been or perhaps even a lesson not to be repeated.
Perhaps he should get over it - easier said than done. The experience has had more impact on his life than he would ever expect it to have. After all, everything was perfect before that, perhaps it was just because of the simple fact he wasn’t used to surprises, nor was he fond of them. Yet, for everyone there’s a day to conquer your fears; to get looser. As a certain fire flickered in his eyes , he knew today was Sparta’s turn.
Dotage: Around 5.
Nature: Stallion
Stock: Tobiano
Pact: Dark all the way!
Cast: Manes look as if they were dipped in paint of black, his tri-coloured wrapping of vanille and chocolate perfectly matching them. Attractive is a small word -- with the bronco's streamlined cranium and muscular bodice he's more than that.
Pysche: Once a loved attraction on the circus for small children, he was now the total opposite. Anger of his past stalks him in every step, and has lastly convinced him to join the Dark side -- determinded to make others feel the pain he once had felt. He's always up for a fight against whoever dares to challenge him, rarely thinking about the fact he's just mortal too. If he would come to die, he wouldn't allow himself go alone.
Antiquity: It wasn’t loneliness; it was the will to be alone. The demand to leave him alone. Ever since he had escaped from his owners he he had never done a fresh attempt to approach anyone – human or equine -- in the anguish the same could happen yet again.
Now, a few years later, all that remained were the scars. They were still healing, yet his heart never would. In a deep, dark chamber somewhere inside his head the event from a few years ago kept replaying every time he looked down at the scars, a harsh remainder of what has been or perhaps even a lesson not to be repeated.
Perhaps he should get over it - easier said than done. The experience has had more impact on his life than he would ever expect it to have. After all, everything was perfect before that, perhaps it was just because of the simple fact he wasn’t used to surprises, nor was he fond of them. Yet, for everyone there’s a day to conquer your fears; to get looser. As a certain fire flickered in his eyes , he knew today was Sparta’s turn.