Post by apocalyptica on Oct 23, 2011 12:12:21 GMT -5
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[/color]STELIOS![/i][/color][/color][/font]Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven when we die
I am the shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all
[/CENTER]i'm sending you away tonight, put you on a bird's strong wing
and i forget, how fragile are the very strong
PROCLAIMED; Stelios
TURNED; Five
STANDS; 18 HH
ALIGNED; Noble
BUILT; Friesian & Clydesdale
SEX; Male
PELT; Black
EYES; Maroon
HOOVES; Black
MANE; Black
TAIL; Black
MARKINGS; Just a ton of scars.
PERSONALITY; A true warrior, he is kind but protective. Get on his bad side and you never see the light of day. He has no problems roaming each land freely. You can't push him around, but there is only one he would allow to do so, the Queen if he finds the right mate. His pride is held well above others but he never let it show more then needed. He knows who he is, and will leave it at that. His past is put behind him, and all he does is look forward. He can be twisted but all in all he has respect for most equines. He can kill but he does it clean and only if needed. He is easy to talk to and not at all rude. However if you piss him off or show disrespect, you will pay the price of your life. He can be cruel but it is a rare side of him.
HISTORY; Stelios has re-lived many lives. His first started out with a tribe of humans. They were the ones the build where he used to live. He had worked hard with them and made his way up in rnaks unknown to the two legged kind. However once the ruins were done, the tribe had decided to make a kill for their gods as a gift. Stelios had ended up being that kill. In the center of it all, he put up a good fight til the end, but had passed away. His blood spilling about and even now, he could see its trail. Second re-birth was a war-horse. A different type of two leggers had been born and he rose at their sides, deliving death and taking land that were not his to own. Soon, he found his way back to the ruins. The war was range don and Stelios was the last to stand. The ruins now fallen and forgotten. Tho, wiht one hit of shooting gun, he died again. This time his re-birth was that of an slave horse. He was beaten and broken, but one day he rose out and killed an equine who was beating on him. Stelios took off and he was met by a band of brothers. He joined them and their cause and once again ended back into the ruins. At that time he passed away from old age. However that was not the end. Now he seems to ne in a new world. Undecided where fate will take him but not too thrilled about how things changed. For now, he roams alone with an open mind.
Nikki aka Shizzy[/font]
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He just cursed at her again. She laughed at the stallion. Wrong answer. It starts with a "M" and is a type of doll. She waited, looking the stallion over as he whimpered some more. This was boring the mare. She like a challenge. The stallion came up with a word at last. The mare shook her head again. I'm sorry but you guess wrong again. Here, this will be your last guess. She did not feel like giving him much time or guesses. It all just depended on the mares mood. She lowered her head and licked at his broken leg. Then nipped playfully at his ear. These games excite her sometimes, but not this one. She took a bite at the stallions ear. She wonder why he did not try to rise and run. Maybe he was not stupid after all. Hexxus could only guess what was going on in the stallions head right now. He picked the wrong mare to play with. After twisting and turning he head in rage and his ear still among her teeth, she let go and listen for the stallion to speak again. He just begged for his life instead and the mare hissed. Muscles flexed and anger rose. She wonder if the mares he fucked with ever cried as much as he did. She lost her need to play her game. Having herd his last guess. It was not really that hard.
Hexxus moved as if to turn away. She watch as she was cursed at again and the stallion try to rise. Time to end this. The mare turned again and reared as high as she could. Daggers kicked in his direction and she slammed them down. Force in her aim, she felt him fall and took advantage again. She aimed to make a mess. To make a clear paint. She did not like being messed with and expected to be treated differently then any other mare. Would anyone come to avenge the fool? Let them, Hexxus was always ready. Lowering her body, as of to lay down next to the dead, she started to roll in his flesh. Basking in his blood and playfully wrapping herself with his flesh. She nickered with joy, stnading up once again and not daring to shake off the flesh of her victum. She tossed her mane back and then turned away. To be finished later, he did not deserve being eaten.
{From a mare of mines on WE.}[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/ul]
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