Post by Dyzzie on Oct 17, 2009 17:56:39 GMT 1
Concerning the Basics;
Name; Wiccan's Rede
Nickname; Wiccan, Wicca
Age; 11 months
Gender; Female, XX, Vipress
Breed; Friesian[x]Arabian
Tribe; Eternal Darkness
Reading the Appearance;
Color; white
Mane Color; white
Tail Color; white
Eye Color; blue-gray-green (very little green)
Scars; upon her neck, and one along on her left flank
Markings; None
Height; sixteen point two hands
Weight; 1145 lbs
Build; Lean, but muscled, this vixen, do to her breeding is a very unique creature. With arabian features, and an arabian frame, she merely has the a little more muscle matter, but still mantains the pure bliss of beauty.
Overall Appearance;
My form is the distict form of a friesian, but obviousily feminine in the design. Featherings house my hooves in delicate waves, vibrating ivory with every thrust of my daggers I give. Tresses of honest stardust trickle around me nape, reaching far down my chest, and lightly dusting my form. A slight wave occupies them, also hinting to my beautiful friesian heritage. My pelt is of unyeilding snow, my personality just as cold. The unique white coloring comes from my arabian heritage, my mother infact. My eyes are an irresitible mix of blue and green that can stare deep into the soul, and discover the secrets laying there. My tail is raised high, inches above the emerald shoots, and is thick with white waves.
Examining the Mind;
Personality;
You seriousily want to dig deeper into this tormoil? You want to know my personality? If you must, then prepare for a chill to go down your spine before I am threw. I am vicious bitch that you dare not cross. My personality is the complete opposite of my coloring. I regret nothing, nor am I rarely proud of anything. I am a monster, compared to the meek mares. I anger easily, and when I am angry my darker side comes out. Oh, who am I kidding, I am all dark side. But be warned. You push me over the edge, and the last thing you will see is my fangs buried into your jugular, and your life flashing before your eyes. I am cruel and like no one. I despise foals, and mares. Stallions, they are just plain pathedic. I have no patience, and I am hard to deal with. I am uncontrollable, and dangerous. Oh, did I mention the best part? I am a homocidal maniac! So how about you not meet me in the dark allies of the night. You may not survive to see the light.
But there is more I fear, well not really. I think it is you who should be fearing. This part of me that calls all the shots. That is the real me, but I have a soft spot a single weakness that when it shows, many would be ashamed for me. I have a very special traveling companion, Midnight Sonata. And if you dare cross me, you cross her, and vise versa. There is a reason I do not relate well with other horses. And that reason, is my companion. My best friend, my sister, Midnight Sonata.
Likes;
[x] Causing Trouble
[x] The sight of blood
[x] The taste of blood
[x] Running with Sonata
[x] Moon
[x] Night
[x] Sounds of birds
[x] Smell of orchids and lilies
[x] Autumn air
[x] Hearing her victims plead
[x] Hearing painfilled screams
[x] Playing with Sonata
Dislikes;
[x] Stallions/colts
[x] Other Equines
[x] Someone hurting/making fun of Sonata
[x] A victim getting away
[x] Open places
[x] Light
[x] Day
[x] Loud Noise
[x] Water
[x] snow
Habits;
[x] attack first, question later
[x] killing the victim to fast
Pros;
[x] Smart
[x] Has a soft spot for Sonata
[x] Likes to make a statement
Cons;
[x] Murderer
[x] Loves the sight of Blood
[x] Has no remorse
[x] Doesn't care who she hurts
[x] Only in it for the game
Secrets;
[x] She is a serial killer
[x] She secretly wants acceptance
Further Detail;
Mother; Snow Silver-Dead
Father; Winter's Last Breath
Siblings; Phantom's Dawning-sister-dead
Offspring; None
Other Relations; None
Past; You seriousily want to dig deeper into this tormoil? You want to know my personality? If you must, then prepare for a chill to go down your spine before I am threw. I am vicious bitch that you dare not cross. My personality is as dark as my coloring, as black as my soul. I regret nothing, nor am I rarely proud of anything. I am a monster, compared to the meek mares. I anger easily, and when I am angry my darker side comes out. Oh, who am I kidding, I am all dark side. But be warned. You push me over the edge, and the last thing you will see is my fangs buried into your jugular, and your life flashing before your eyes. I am cruel and like no one. I despise foals, and mares. Stallions, they are just plain pathedic. I have no patience, and I am hard to deal with. I am uncontrollable, and dangerous. Oh, did I mention the best part? I am a homocidal maniac! So how about you not meet me in the dark allies of the night. You may not survive to see the light.
But there is more I fear, well not really. I think it is you who should be fearing. This part of me that calls all the shots. That is the real me, but I have a soft spot a single weakness that when it shows, many would be ashamed for me. I have a very special traveling companion, Midnight Sonata. And if you dare cross me, you cross her, and vise versa. There is a reason I do not relate well with other horses. And that reason, is my companion. My best friend, my sister, Midnight Sonata.
And, I am fearful to ask, your history?
You foolish, foolish creature! You ask for my history now?! Do you wish to read a horror story. Oh well, just hope you are prepared.
My story starts out in a small herd on the outskirts of a town, well hidden, and never seen by those vile humans. They didn't dare come close. They were scared of my herd you see, and my herd, I shudder at the word, where gentle! I was born an outcast among the horses of white, cremello, paint. All light colored horses, and here was this pure black femme with a passoniate hate for anything that walked. I hated everyone from the moment I was birthed. I despised my siblings though. I actually killed my older sister when I was 3 monthes. Not my fault though! She annoyed me. She was going on and on about how the colts where so handsome, and how life was so perfect, then she tried to show away Midnight Sonata. I got pissed when she went to attack my friend for not leaving, and I kinda... killed her. ONLY KINDA THOUGH!. My parents where upset though. Anyways, that is ahead of myself. Let me introduce Midnight Sonata to you. Midnight Sonata, my best friend, and my companion since I was almost a month old.
But I think I should tell you the beginning first. I was born to the leads of my land, a white mare, and white stallion. I was their second born daughter, so I didn't get the title heiress. Not that I care. I was named Wiccan Rede, because of my parent's nack for naming their foals after bibles and such... My sister was Koran. But anyways. I hated the herd, and from my birth I was always snapping at everyone, and walking of on my own. I hated how they where so light hearted. When I was just a few weeks, I saw one of the fillies playing with a rabbit. I got so angry at the gentleness she showed that I ran straight to the rabbit and ribbed it's head off with my teeth. That, that was the first time I tasted the crimson elixir.
But as I neared the 3rd week of my life, I accidently wandered to far from home, and got lost in the middle of a god damn snow storm! SO much WHITE! I grew cold, and weak as I traveled, and soon lay down beneath a tree. The snow was piling up around and over me. And soon I saw a small figure of a wolf moving towards me. I lifted my black skull to look at the small creature, as it wound itself around me. That night we kept each other warm with our body heat. The little black wolf helped me that night, and also gave me a friend.
So naturally my I hate my herd vibe came up, and I decided to let the wolf stay at my side. What can I say? I liked her company. But as I walked back into my herd's land, My parents cantered up to me, angry for the first time... What is that? Wiccan Rede, do you honestly hate everyone here, that you bring a wolf into our presence? I smirked, looked up at her, and said, Yep! I had told her so brightly. If we had been human, my mother would have slapped me.
I kept Sonata, as I had named the little wolf, by my side at all times. And we soon were avoided by the entire herd... Except for my sister, Koran. She loved to tormit Sonata and I... Even after my mom warned her not to. Then one day... She went to far. I was nearing my 3rd month, and she started talking about which colt was hotter, and such. Then saw Sonata, and screamed Monster! Mutt! I grew angry, she had never out and out insulted Sonata before. I acted in blind rage, and Threw my daggers into Koran, killing her slowly, releashing in the sound of her screams.
My parents soon came upon the bloody scene, me standing there covered in blood and laughing like i was mental... Which I am sure they thought I was some crazy foal now... I soon ran off, not really caring about my parents or my herd. And Sonata came with me.
She started to teach me to control the wolfish nature I was beganing to develop. My bloodlust was dangerous. I was killing little animals, such as rats and rabbits, as Sonata taught me to tone in on the skills for hunting the larger wild animals.
When I was about a 7 months old I finally had tuned in on everything and killed my first deer. I was excited and drank the blood hungerly, but a young mare had stumble upon our kill site. It was... a little bit... Okay... so we killed the mare, our bloodlust wasn't undercontrol, and she was a small thing, only about 14.2 hands or so, and by that time, I was standing 15.2 hands. My hair was starting to lengthen as well, so it wasn't the small tuffs I used to have.
I was soon nearing a year, and hadn't tasted equine blood in a while. Sonata and I went after a small foal, and was surprised when the stallion came at us. Okay... so we where hungry. The foal wandered to far away, and the stallion wasn't watching. I was so terrified. I was attacked, out right attacked by this stallion, resulting to the scar on my neck, from where I didn't move fast enough.
That was an intresting expierence, as well as the 2 months I had been kept as a slave... It was fun! I killed any creature that came close to me, as did Sonata, who wouldn't leave my side. I was eventually casted out again, being uncontrollable. I think they killed me a wolf in sheeps clothing. I was so happy. They thought I was a wolf.... In an equine body!
I killed often, not equine as much as wild game... But I was soon almost a year old, and managed to find my way here... Now it will be eventful too see what happens now...
Other; None
Concerning the Companion optional
Name; Midnight Sonata "Sonata"
Species; Wolf
Breed; Arctic[x]Arabian wolf
Age; 10 months old
Color; white
Height; 1'2'' feet at shoulder, will be 2'3'' at shoulder, and 3'6'' from tip to tail
Gender; female
Personality; I am dark and dangerous with a temper that rivals the devil himself. I am cold and hard, and have no remorse for killing. I act and follow threw, and I am afraid of little. I laugh in the face of danger, and embrace death with open arms. I am more then capable to take out a horse, and am not afraid to face of with a stallion. I am cold, and have little warmth in my heart.
But just as Wiccan has a weakness, so do I... This weakness is a twin of hers, for Wiccan is my weakness. She is my only friend, and the only family I need. And together we create an unstoppable army. A dangerous mixture. Wolf and horse combined to create a truly frightening assasin team. And we are cruel and ruthless. And can not be stopped.
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Name; Wiccan's Rede
Nickname; Wiccan, Wicca
Age; 11 months
Gender; Female, XX, Vipress
Breed; Friesian[x]Arabian
Tribe; Eternal Darkness
Reading the Appearance;
Color; white
Mane Color; white
Tail Color; white
Eye Color; blue-gray-green (very little green)
Scars; upon her neck, and one along on her left flank
Markings; None
Height; sixteen point two hands
Weight; 1145 lbs
Build; Lean, but muscled, this vixen, do to her breeding is a very unique creature. With arabian features, and an arabian frame, she merely has the a little more muscle matter, but still mantains the pure bliss of beauty.
Overall Appearance;
My form is the distict form of a friesian, but obviousily feminine in the design. Featherings house my hooves in delicate waves, vibrating ivory with every thrust of my daggers I give. Tresses of honest stardust trickle around me nape, reaching far down my chest, and lightly dusting my form. A slight wave occupies them, also hinting to my beautiful friesian heritage. My pelt is of unyeilding snow, my personality just as cold. The unique white coloring comes from my arabian heritage, my mother infact. My eyes are an irresitible mix of blue and green that can stare deep into the soul, and discover the secrets laying there. My tail is raised high, inches above the emerald shoots, and is thick with white waves.
Examining the Mind;
Personality;
You seriousily want to dig deeper into this tormoil? You want to know my personality? If you must, then prepare for a chill to go down your spine before I am threw. I am vicious bitch that you dare not cross. My personality is the complete opposite of my coloring. I regret nothing, nor am I rarely proud of anything. I am a monster, compared to the meek mares. I anger easily, and when I am angry my darker side comes out. Oh, who am I kidding, I am all dark side. But be warned. You push me over the edge, and the last thing you will see is my fangs buried into your jugular, and your life flashing before your eyes. I am cruel and like no one. I despise foals, and mares. Stallions, they are just plain pathedic. I have no patience, and I am hard to deal with. I am uncontrollable, and dangerous. Oh, did I mention the best part? I am a homocidal maniac! So how about you not meet me in the dark allies of the night. You may not survive to see the light.
But there is more I fear, well not really. I think it is you who should be fearing. This part of me that calls all the shots. That is the real me, but I have a soft spot a single weakness that when it shows, many would be ashamed for me. I have a very special traveling companion, Midnight Sonata. And if you dare cross me, you cross her, and vise versa. There is a reason I do not relate well with other horses. And that reason, is my companion. My best friend, my sister, Midnight Sonata.
Likes;
[x] Causing Trouble
[x] The sight of blood
[x] The taste of blood
[x] Running with Sonata
[x] Moon
[x] Night
[x] Sounds of birds
[x] Smell of orchids and lilies
[x] Autumn air
[x] Hearing her victims plead
[x] Hearing painfilled screams
[x] Playing with Sonata
Dislikes;
[x] Stallions/colts
[x] Other Equines
[x] Someone hurting/making fun of Sonata
[x] A victim getting away
[x] Open places
[x] Light
[x] Day
[x] Loud Noise
[x] Water
[x] snow
Habits;
[x] attack first, question later
[x] killing the victim to fast
Pros;
[x] Smart
[x] Has a soft spot for Sonata
[x] Likes to make a statement
Cons;
[x] Murderer
[x] Loves the sight of Blood
[x] Has no remorse
[x] Doesn't care who she hurts
[x] Only in it for the game
Secrets;
[x] She is a serial killer
[x] She secretly wants acceptance
Further Detail;
Mother; Snow Silver-Dead
Father; Winter's Last Breath
Siblings; Phantom's Dawning-sister-dead
Offspring; None
Other Relations; None
Past; You seriousily want to dig deeper into this tormoil? You want to know my personality? If you must, then prepare for a chill to go down your spine before I am threw. I am vicious bitch that you dare not cross. My personality is as dark as my coloring, as black as my soul. I regret nothing, nor am I rarely proud of anything. I am a monster, compared to the meek mares. I anger easily, and when I am angry my darker side comes out. Oh, who am I kidding, I am all dark side. But be warned. You push me over the edge, and the last thing you will see is my fangs buried into your jugular, and your life flashing before your eyes. I am cruel and like no one. I despise foals, and mares. Stallions, they are just plain pathedic. I have no patience, and I am hard to deal with. I am uncontrollable, and dangerous. Oh, did I mention the best part? I am a homocidal maniac! So how about you not meet me in the dark allies of the night. You may not survive to see the light.
But there is more I fear, well not really. I think it is you who should be fearing. This part of me that calls all the shots. That is the real me, but I have a soft spot a single weakness that when it shows, many would be ashamed for me. I have a very special traveling companion, Midnight Sonata. And if you dare cross me, you cross her, and vise versa. There is a reason I do not relate well with other horses. And that reason, is my companion. My best friend, my sister, Midnight Sonata.
And, I am fearful to ask, your history?
You foolish, foolish creature! You ask for my history now?! Do you wish to read a horror story. Oh well, just hope you are prepared.
My story starts out in a small herd on the outskirts of a town, well hidden, and never seen by those vile humans. They didn't dare come close. They were scared of my herd you see, and my herd, I shudder at the word, where gentle! I was born an outcast among the horses of white, cremello, paint. All light colored horses, and here was this pure black femme with a passoniate hate for anything that walked. I hated everyone from the moment I was birthed. I despised my siblings though. I actually killed my older sister when I was 3 monthes. Not my fault though! She annoyed me. She was going on and on about how the colts where so handsome, and how life was so perfect, then she tried to show away Midnight Sonata. I got pissed when she went to attack my friend for not leaving, and I kinda... killed her. ONLY KINDA THOUGH!. My parents where upset though. Anyways, that is ahead of myself. Let me introduce Midnight Sonata to you. Midnight Sonata, my best friend, and my companion since I was almost a month old.
But I think I should tell you the beginning first. I was born to the leads of my land, a white mare, and white stallion. I was their second born daughter, so I didn't get the title heiress. Not that I care. I was named Wiccan Rede, because of my parent's nack for naming their foals after bibles and such... My sister was Koran. But anyways. I hated the herd, and from my birth I was always snapping at everyone, and walking of on my own. I hated how they where so light hearted. When I was just a few weeks, I saw one of the fillies playing with a rabbit. I got so angry at the gentleness she showed that I ran straight to the rabbit and ribbed it's head off with my teeth. That, that was the first time I tasted the crimson elixir.
But as I neared the 3rd week of my life, I accidently wandered to far from home, and got lost in the middle of a god damn snow storm! SO much WHITE! I grew cold, and weak as I traveled, and soon lay down beneath a tree. The snow was piling up around and over me. And soon I saw a small figure of a wolf moving towards me. I lifted my black skull to look at the small creature, as it wound itself around me. That night we kept each other warm with our body heat. The little black wolf helped me that night, and also gave me a friend.
So naturally my I hate my herd vibe came up, and I decided to let the wolf stay at my side. What can I say? I liked her company. But as I walked back into my herd's land, My parents cantered up to me, angry for the first time... What is that? Wiccan Rede, do you honestly hate everyone here, that you bring a wolf into our presence? I smirked, looked up at her, and said, Yep! I had told her so brightly. If we had been human, my mother would have slapped me.
I kept Sonata, as I had named the little wolf, by my side at all times. And we soon were avoided by the entire herd... Except for my sister, Koran. She loved to tormit Sonata and I... Even after my mom warned her not to. Then one day... She went to far. I was nearing my 3rd month, and she started talking about which colt was hotter, and such. Then saw Sonata, and screamed Monster! Mutt! I grew angry, she had never out and out insulted Sonata before. I acted in blind rage, and Threw my daggers into Koran, killing her slowly, releashing in the sound of her screams.
My parents soon came upon the bloody scene, me standing there covered in blood and laughing like i was mental... Which I am sure they thought I was some crazy foal now... I soon ran off, not really caring about my parents or my herd. And Sonata came with me.
She started to teach me to control the wolfish nature I was beganing to develop. My bloodlust was dangerous. I was killing little animals, such as rats and rabbits, as Sonata taught me to tone in on the skills for hunting the larger wild animals.
When I was about a 7 months old I finally had tuned in on everything and killed my first deer. I was excited and drank the blood hungerly, but a young mare had stumble upon our kill site. It was... a little bit... Okay... so we killed the mare, our bloodlust wasn't undercontrol, and she was a small thing, only about 14.2 hands or so, and by that time, I was standing 15.2 hands. My hair was starting to lengthen as well, so it wasn't the small tuffs I used to have.
I was soon nearing a year, and hadn't tasted equine blood in a while. Sonata and I went after a small foal, and was surprised when the stallion came at us. Okay... so we where hungry. The foal wandered to far away, and the stallion wasn't watching. I was so terrified. I was attacked, out right attacked by this stallion, resulting to the scar on my neck, from where I didn't move fast enough.
That was an intresting expierence, as well as the 2 months I had been kept as a slave... It was fun! I killed any creature that came close to me, as did Sonata, who wouldn't leave my side. I was eventually casted out again, being uncontrollable. I think they killed me a wolf in sheeps clothing. I was so happy. They thought I was a wolf.... In an equine body!
I killed often, not equine as much as wild game... But I was soon almost a year old, and managed to find my way here... Now it will be eventful too see what happens now...
Other; None
Concerning the Companion optional
Name; Midnight Sonata "Sonata"
Species; Wolf
Breed; Arctic[x]Arabian wolf
Age; 10 months old
Color; white
Height; 1'2'' feet at shoulder, will be 2'3'' at shoulder, and 3'6'' from tip to tail
Gender; female
Personality; I am dark and dangerous with a temper that rivals the devil himself. I am cold and hard, and have no remorse for killing. I act and follow threw, and I am afraid of little. I laugh in the face of danger, and embrace death with open arms. I am more then capable to take out a horse, and am not afraid to face of with a stallion. I am cold, and have little warmth in my heart.
But just as Wiccan has a weakness, so do I... This weakness is a twin of hers, for Wiccan is my weakness. She is my only friend, and the only family I need. And together we create an unstoppable army. A dangerous mixture. Wolf and horse combined to create a truly frightening assasin team. And we are cruel and ruthless. And can not be stopped.
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