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He slowly turned to look at the silver mare that stood at his dull flank, and his glowing eyes clouded with confusion. Scarlet… surely he…? No, the mare was foreign to him even if she seemed to be… By his marrow! Bren would not and could not attack this lovely creature. She triggered something in his foggy mind that seemed to whisper of something that had belonged to another horse entirely.
The voice inside his head urged him to attack her, to infect her, but in his uncertainty the Tainted buckskin stumbled as he tried to move closer. He fell to his dark knees in the damp grass, causing him to grunt in pain as his front legs were pinned under his greyed body. Peering up from under his long forelock, he looked at the crying mare standing over him and watched helplessly as she collapsed onto the muddy soil in front of him. Hesitantly, Bren reached out with his black muzzle and touched the distraught, crying mare on her nose. He felt nothing but a very faint sense of worry for the brightly colored horse that was very nearly overpowered by his insane urge to infect her with his curse. The two emotions fought each other for mastery, both gaining the upper hand before getting beat down. Neither was winning.
His entire world shank to just the two of them and the other horses were forgotten. A single word sprang unbidden to his tongue and he uttered it without thinking, Scarlet…?
FAYA ~OPEN
RUARC ~OPEN
XAVIER~OPEN
BIC:: AVIELIA & DORAN //silent night// •{doran}• -05/05/12
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BERTAM ~OPEN
Bertam has not been rp'ed yet.
name|| Brennen (Bren)
gender|| Stallion
age|| Six
height|| 15.2hh
rank|| Member of the Evil's Herd
coat|| Buckskin
eye color|| Medium blue, the color of grief
rp'ed|| Raven
who i am
Dreams, faint memories, whispers of thought... that is all I have now. I have lost myself in this dim existence, and to infect and taint is my only desire. A flicker of the past shows a shining silver mare, a fire gulping down a herd, and a splattering of stars across the night sky... yet even those flashes of the past are guttering and lifeless. I listen to only one master with only one thought. My mind is empty and my soul has grown weak, but I am still Brennen... aren't I?who I know
sire|| I... I cannot recall the name of him
siblings|| I think that I have none
friends|| Scarlet
enemies/hate||Can I even make enemies here? ~simi-open
lover|| Love? In the Evil's Herd? ~simi-open
How i feel about you
Scarlet|| You are the only thing that I can remember when I... was a different horse. I feel as though you are very dear to me, but why?how i look
My coat is a dull buckskin that boarders close to being a dapple grey. I think that my eyes were once brown, but now they radiate a soft, blue light. Black feathers coat my legs, but I have no draft blood in my veins. Long wisps of dark forelock hair trail in my eyes, and my mane and tail are long and sweeping. For a feathered horse, my build is thin and light boned. No crisp white markings cover my hide, however odd scars and a heavily burned face are not hidden. Burn scars travel down from the side of my neck to my shoulder... and they badly burn sometimes. I am not tall, but I'm not short... I guess that I'm average at 15.1hh.how i behave
I'm an even-tempered horse... not that I've got much of a choice about that. Placid by nature, but with an overwhelming desire to turn other horses into monsters like me... I'm horribly unsure of what to do with myself, but our master always guides us.what happened in the past
I remember a silver mare... she fell to her knees in the mud and I tried to cheer her up... Those are my first memories of my new... life? I have other "memories" sometimes, but they're more like faint dreams...Bren was once a member of the Stormfast herd, however Moratia, the Tainted General, infected the young buckskin with the "Taint". Bren was originally in another herd, a small family band, however a lightning hit a tree during a storm and set it on fire. The fire then spread onto the grass and Bren's family herd was wiped out. Losing his father and in-foal mother nearly destroyed him. As a grim reminder of his past, the fire also heavily burned one side of his face and body.
Ruarc gladly took the young horse into the Stormfast herd, and there he stayed until he got Tainted. While in the Stormfast Herd, he met Scarlet whom he cares for very much. When he was tainted Scarlet talked to him before falling to the ground, and Bren somewhat remembers her and tried to comfort her. Even though the Evil was telling him to Taint her, Bren refused to do so. On a related note; his eyes are blue due to the fact the he felt grief and loss knowing that he would not be able to be near Scarlet anymore.
name|| Faya
gender|| Filly/Mare
age|| 3
height|| 15hh
rank|| Member of the Evil's Herd
coat|| Black Tobino pinto
eye color|| Medium green, the color of being thrilled
rp'ed|| Raven
WHO I AM
I've only got bits an' peices of how I came to be here... away from Da... I think I was really happy when I got... changed... maybe I saw Mama? I know my name though! It's Faya!who I know
sire|| Is Da a stallion named Ruarc?
siblings|| I don't think I have any...
friends|| Have I ever had a friend...? ~simi-open
enemies/hate||I... I kinda hate the Evil... I think. ~simi-open
lover|| Are you crazy?
How i feel about you
HOW I LOOK
My coat is soooo dead-looking that the white parts of it look grey, and my black patches are just inky black! my eyes are a really bright green. Maybe they were blue? I have noooo idea! I don't look drafty, but I don't look like a lightly... maybe I'm some sort of funky mix with hairy legs? My mane is really not shiny and is solid black... same with my tail! I've got two feathers in my mane one is a is a bluejay feather and the other is a strange lime green. Odd, I know!HOW I BEHAVE
I can be rather... timid and easily frightened. I act almost like a silly little filly sometimes, but I... try to be mature! I really do try!what happened in the past
I don't know anything!Faya was once a member of the Stormfast herd, and she is the Chieftain's daughter. She became one of the Evil's herd during a foggy morning as she had thought that she had seen her deceased mother outside the Sacred Circle and rushed up to meet "her". Obviously that horse was not her mother, and Faya became tainted and mindless. There is not really much else to say about this bubbly horse.
name|| Ruarc
gender|| Stallion
age|| 11
height|| 16.2hh
rank|| The Chieftain of the Stormfast Herd
coat|| Black pinto
eye color|| Blue
rp'ed|| Raven
WHO I AM
Greeting, friend. I am Ruarc, the Chieftain of the Stormfast Herd. My days are filled with making sure my herd stays safe and things are running smoothly. I have been the Chieftain for five years now, and even though it has been a rough road, I would not change it for the world. For my daughter... maybe...WHO I KNOW
sire|| ~open
siblings|| ~open
friends/like|| My entire herd!
enemies/hate|| Anything that threatens my herd ~open
love|| Songbrid (deceased), and ??? ~VERY open
children|| Faya ~open
HOW I FEEL ABOUT YOU
Faya|| I swear upon my honor as Chieftain that I shall make whatever that took you feel the pain that I have felt. You are just like your mother, and I know that she would be proud of you... just like I am. I am sorry for the harsh words that I have given you... I wish that I could recall them. Please, my darling, come home...Songbird|| Oh... Song, why did you have to go so soon. I know it was been two years now, but I still miss you so much. May you find peace where you are now, my love.
Doran|| Your loyal service has been most helpful. Your great-great Grandsire was one of the founding horses that helped to advise my great Grandsire during the war over this land, and so your family has always been well liked by the herd. You seem to carry the spirit of your late sire well. Had things been different you might have been made the Helm, however both you and I know that you would not make a good leader... not after the wolf...
Xavier|| Ahh... my loyal Skald. You have been a great help in comforting the young ones with your wondrous, but sometimes tall, tales. I was right to not judge you by your father as you are nothing like him.
Bertam|| You are not quite all there. That is all I shall say.
how i look
My coat is a gleaming black with bold patches of white along my belly and face. I have the body of a draft horse with sparse feathering on my lower legs and my height is not a small number. I wear no adornment as my markings and blue eyes are more than enough! My body is heavily muscled and very thick.how I behave
Outwardly, I appear to be very strong and confident, but inside I sometimes wonder if I am a strong enough leader for my herd. I am not a weak ruler, but I still have my doubts. I am easygoing until I must be strict. My anger is very difficult to rouse, but when it is... beware.what happened in the past
I was the eldest child of the Chieftain, and upon my sire's retirement I took his place as head of the herd. My first mare was Songbird and together we had a sweet filly, however around the time our daughter became a yearling my Song began to weaken and fall ill. Barely two weeks after Song got ill; she passed and was placed in the pit by the ring of standing stones. Two years after Songbird passed, my Faya was taken from me. Life has not been easy...
gender|| Stallion
age|| 6
height|| 16.1hh
rank|| The one and only Skald of the Stormfast Herd
coat|| Creamy cremello
eye color|| Ice blue
rp'ed|| Raven
Who I am
Salutations, my gentle lady or gallant sir, I am Xavier, the humble Skald of the Stormfast herd. I spend my days carefully composing rich stories for the entertainment of my fellow herd members. I have composed many great pieces that have achieved more recognition than my I could have ever believed! I, my dear audience, am a stallion. I do not believe in the harsh arts of war like many other stallions, instead I like the soothing, yet exciting, skill of storytelling and reciting. Nothing stirs my blood like telling the thrilling tales of events gone by. The tales of war, love, triumph, and disaster... Ah, such a wonderful feeling I get when I humbly share my stories with others like a proper Skald.While I may not like war... never mistake me as a weakling. It may very well be the last thing you ever do.
who i know
sire|| Bertam
siblings|| Renta and many others who I have never met ~open
friends/like|| ~open
enemies/hate|| Doran ~open
lover|| ~VERY-open
how i feel about you
Bertam|| I will do my best to make you proud, my sire.Doran|| I have never liked you. Never.
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I am humbly flattered that you would like to know just what a lowly Skald such as myself looks like. My coat is an almost bronze bay color that dully reflects even the strongest of light. My legs are sturdy but thin, and they are shaded black. My hooves are a light cream color. As black as a silky raven's wing is my somewhat short mane and tail. As a humble Skald I always make sure to keep my personal self as clean as possible, so no mud or grim is ever present upon myself! On my narrow face I have a gleaming white star that rests on my forehead and a very large snip ison my nose.header vier
I am very much humble, in fact I might be the most humble horse you will ever meet! I have no thirst for power like some claim I do, and my only ambition is to loyally serve my Chieftain and his Lady! I give little pride in my skill for story telling, and it would be very unhumble of me to talk much about my personality...header
Both my parents were horses of the Stormfast herd, and I miss them both dearly as they were both killed by something in the forest shortly before I became the Skald. Even at a very young age I humbly think that I had a gift for telling stories, and apparently the Chieftain recognized that in me and made me the Skald after the old story teller vanished.
gender|| Stallion
age|| 7
height|| 14.1hh
rank|| Warrior
coat|| Mealy/Seal bay
rp'ed|| Raven
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Who am I? You might inquire. To answer that I question; I am known as Doran. I have no nicknames nor will I ever, as I am merely known as Doran. I serve as a Warrior in my herd,... But let's just get down to the bare bones, shall we? Oh, and before you get to thinking that I am a type of prissy mare; let me correct you. I am clearly a stallion. And my age is... well... I am seven years old.header zwei
sire|| He was killed a long time ago, however my mother took a new stallion. ~open
siblings||Effie ~open
niece||Britta
friends|| ~open
enemies/hate|| There are a few horses that I am not overly fond of... such as Xavier and his sire ~open
lover|| What mare would want a stallion like me? ~simi-open
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Xavier|| I have a feeling that you are planning something, Skald. The way you always slink around is rather suspicious, and I know that you would love to get me out of your way. You parents and the old Skald did not just disappear... Believe me, I have got my eye on you and that is no idle threat.header drei
Eh, fine, I will tell you about how I look, even though I see not point in doing this. I have a seal bay coat, in other words I am a very dark brown with a light brown muzzle, that is usually matted with mud and other matter. Face it, I do not care about keeping myself clean. And why? I am covered in scars from my countless fights... My right eye was ripped out by a wolf, leaving an empty socket and massive scars from my eye to my left front leg. With that aside; the top of my withers reach 14.1hhthe second shortest adult horse in the herd. I might be short,bu I am still a decent Warrior. Also, I have four white socks on my legs and a white star on my forehead. I personally don't care what you think of me. To be quite frank; it is not my job to care.header vier
I admit that I am rather bitter, however I cannot help the tight feeling in my chest that I get sometimes when I realize that love is no longer possible for me... I used to be worse about that until I have decide to give up on finding a mare, and get on with my life! Some call me cruel or savage, however that is not the case. I live only to be a protector of my herd. I can be a very stern and unforgiving stallion, but that is only the creature that I have made myself into. I am neither boastful nor vain, however... I am a very flawed horse in term of personality and body. Quite often I can seem like a butter donkey. Overall I am a blunt, bitter, stern, and self assured horse.header
There is not much to say about the time when I was a foal, however I will say that my family line has endured for many generations.So I will merely tell you the story of my wolf encounter. It was a very cloudy morning when the Helm at the time sent me to go check out a disturbance on the far edge of the woods. I, being a agreeable four year old at the time, eagerly hurried off to see what it was. It was the worst mistake that I had ever made... I had poked around in the trees for several minutes and was about to turn around and leave when a wolf burst out of the trees and ran toward me. I had held my ground with the intent of fighting, until I realized that it would be foolhardy to do so. So I turned around and bolted with the wolf baying at my heels, one thing that I did was run away from the herd as it not lead the wolf to them. All too quickly I came to a dead end, in panic I searched for a way out before turning to face the one who wanted my blood so badly.
Sadly, the details are much to gruesome to share, but it was a quick fight. I left with my eye hanging from its socket and deep cuts ran down my left shoulder, however the wolf lay dead on the ground. I was victorious as I staggered back to my herd, but my lover at the time took one look at my battered body and promptly rejected me... My victory came at a hard, painful price, and from that point onward I no longer believe in love... for myself at least. Ever since that day, I have always felt the urge to devour meat... I believe it is only a matter of time before I finally do so.
gender|| Stallion
age|| Twenty-six
height|| 16hh
rank|| Elder
coat|| Black appaloosa
rp'ed|| Raven
who i am
I do not want to deal with you, you pathetic weakling, but I suppose I must... I am Bertam and I am a proud Elder of the Stormfast Herd. So what if that is the lowest underdog rank? I am the best of the best and I always will be! Ahem, anyway I have reached the ripe age of 26 years, and don't you dare say that is old. I am alone and I prefer it that way. I will have you know that I am a stallion and I will never be anything else, other than a corpse and even then I am halfway there!who i know
sire|| Fawlk (dead)
siblings|| ~open
friends|| What friends? ~simi-open
enemies/hate|| Doran and everyone else! ~open
lover||Serina +many others ~VERY open
children|| Xavier, Renata, Willow, Aklos, Loki, and many others. ~VERY open
how i feel about you
Xavier|| Ahh... my dear son. The apple of my eye and the pride of my heart. I have high hopes for you and if you mess up... I shall deal with you myself, however you seem to be doing things even better than I could.Renata|| Tut, tut. My dear daughter, are you so blind to see that what I did was for the best? That worthless stallion was not good enough for you. What was his name? Oh, yes, Nasar... worthless brute. Just remember who your father is, dear.
Doran|| I dislike you as much as my son does... perhaps even more. Keep your nose out of everyone else's doings, and maybe you will get to keep your other eye!
Ruarc|| You are such a fool. My son and I are planning, Chieftain. Be sure to watch your filthy back in case one of them is standing behind you... just waiting to get their clutches on you!
Serina|| You were one of my many partners. You did not really mean anything to me.