The Storm

The grey stallion stood atop a lonely hill, looking up at the darkening sky. The wind began to pick up speed and it was rather obvious that a storm was brewing. Even as the raindrops began to fall, he neither flinched nor blinked. Eventually the rain started to come down hard, so he turned around and retreated to a nearby tree. His soaked black mane and tail stuck to his neck and legs, which where the same shade of grey. His legs had thick feathering, and his hooves were barely visible under all that fur. He emitted a loud snort from his black muzzle and turned to you, his head held high dominantly. No emotions could be read from a mere look at his face, he looked like a statue. He neither frowned nor smiled. This horse was neither dead, nor was he alive. But he was no ghost either. Blood pumps through his veins, but it is tainted and not his. He died, came back to life..but a totally different stallion. His coat colors are nothing close to his once golden buckskin coat. He is no longer playful and loving, no. The words that come out of his mouth are poison. No longer does he seem to care for the ones he had feelings for. He calls himself Slaiyte, but who is he?

.Tale of Tears.

Since this is a really long story, click here to skip to the next section.

But..I've gotten rid of it for a short time x)

.Statistics.

Slate's dam was much like his father; Power-hungry and brutal. That's probably why they got along so well..Or in the begining, at least. His mother just so happens to be the infamous Freyil and his sire the late Gahlvanic. They met some time ago...He was a lowly stallion in Freyil's herd, and slowly but surely he worked his way beneath Freyil's rough exterior and managed to fool her black heart into believing he loved her. All he wanted was the throne, not for this 'love' that mares spoke of. It didn't surprise Slate when Gahlvanic killed him and attempted to murder Freyil. Him and his followers surrounded them..and from then everything goes fuzzy. All he knows is that his mother gave her life for him, and that's the only reason Slate's here. But Freyil's sacrifice didn't phase him one bit. He still resents her and hates her.

.Soft Spot.

Long ago, if you asked the stallion whom he cared for, he may have said his daughter,Kiki and her dam. He may have said that they were more important to him than anything else in the world. He'd give up anything and everything to always have them by his side. Through thick and thin, he'd be there.

That was before his 'transformation' began.

Slowly he grew more violent and benevolent. He was never satisfied with his kingdom and always sought to expand it, leading battle after battle with neighboring herd-lands. The brutal stallion slaughtered all that came in his band's path, except for one.
Something about that mare caught his eye. Something told him to spare her. So he did. He returned from his herdlands with her at his side, his new prized mare. She has yet to get used to him, but he watches over her very carefully. He knows little about this mare, only her name; Shaeley. What does she think of him?

. Comrades .

Comrades? Slate has few he can speak of.

Although he isn't himself, he's managed to make friends somehow.

Recently, he met a seductress by the name of Bellatirah. She attempted to seduce him, though he was unphased. He caught her fancy, so she tagged along with him to his lands. Slowly but surely, they've begun to forge a strong bond between them. Only time will tell where destiny takes them.

. Herd .

Nirvanananananana.

. Art .

By Others

. Toybox.

. Adoptables .

Back up soon, i sware.

. The Kylari .

In Ryoren, as you may have already read or guessed, a large herd of equines roam free. The founding Sires and Dams of the herd were both Clydesdales and Arabs, how they got there we'll never know. Stallions tend to take more of the Clydesdale's genetics, being tall and furry, but with the arab's body. Their facial features, however, are after the clydesdale. Their eyes are not far apart and their faces are thick and masculine. During the winter they get thick feathering on their legs, but during the summer it's thinner. Stallions can get horns, and their rather common, though occasionally you get one without a horn. They usually are 16-18hh, 19hh is possible but rare.

Females take after the Arabs. They are more dainty than the stallions, with the most resemblance to the arabs. They do not get much feathering, however. Their heads eyes are set far apart and they have a very dishy profile. Their necks are swanlike most of the time, and they have long slender legs, though some are stockier than others. To compensate for their lack of strength, evolution has granted them horns. They generally range in height from 15-17hh.

. Link Back .

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