Post by ƒωєє...♥ on Jul 8, 2008 15:11:39 GMT -5
Name: Hadrian
Gender: stallion
Age: five summers
Description Sun-kissed chestnut withthree white socks
Height: 15.2 hh
Breed: Quarter horse X thoroughbred
Personality:Indescribable[/s]
Alliance: Lightsupposedly
let's p r e t e n d . . .
There’s no way forward, no way back.
You can’t predict the future, but you can’t remember the past,
Everyone else is moving on, but you’re falling behind,
You’re in a world of your own
You can’t get out, and they can’t get in.
You cannot truly imagine what it is like to have the world cave in on you, to be isolated, no one sees you for what you are, so often you are underestimated, overestimated, and often you mislead yourself, stepping between façade to façade, you are the great pretender, so great you cannot remember who you are.
Beads of sweat rolled o’er the contours of his body, gathering to moisten and darken the bright flame of his pelt, hooves criss-crossing awkwardly as he made his way around Shae, gazing down at the ground slipping beneath his hooves, the sun was high in the sky, casting it’s bright rays from the west and casting his intricate shadow o’er the pale green grass, right now he was an awkward, naïve young stallion, his body language showed him to be weak, immature, but his muscle tone and apparent age told a different story. Shae watched him, his deep brown gaze following the unnerved stallion before him, Hadrian could feel his eyes on him like hot fire, but he did not lift his gaze from the ground, he lowered his head for a moment, stretching the length of his neck before relaxing, ears flickering t’ward the piebald.
“What are you doing, Hadrian?” the stallion’s voice broke the silence, making the chestnut falter and halt, drawing his oaken gaze to the amused eyes of his companion, then he changed character, grinning her turned t’ward Shae, driving his head against his shoulder playfully as he reached him. “Let’s go.” He said, his tone a whine, but rough with the traces of a laugh. The piebald shoved him back roughly, making him stagger backward, regaining his balance and following the two-toned figure of his “friend”. In Hadrian’s mind though, Shae was irritating him, he was acting as though he knew him inside out, but Hadrian was unpredictable, there was no way of telling what he was thinking, how quickly his character would change, I suppose you could say it is a mental issue, an illness, Hadrian will say it is because he doesn’t know how he acts, he would only describe the glee that comes with deceiving others, misleading them, just because you can; personally I think his character just hasn’t settled yet, that he will flicker between personalities until he finds that which suits him best.
One thing you can be sure of though, Hadrian is a light, he was born into a light herd, so in a way, it is easier to say so than to try and choose between alliances, that is not to say that he does not act dark from time to time though…
//And I put your ashes on my mantelpiece, dear//
We were happy, both of us, all of us, in the herd I was born to, the eighth alpha reigning since my birth, they never stayed long; there would always be outsiders to challenge the alpha, and that was the way it was. We had learnt never to grow too close to whichever leader had won the herd. There was a female, an Arab cross mare I had known all my life; we were acquaintances, lovers if you like, and she was the most important thing in the world to me.
But then there was an invasion, a new approach to overthrow the alpha, but also to merge the members of our herd with the invaders, they came from the forests, a cluster of deep brown, ebony and chestnut bodies charging t’ward us, half of the herd fled, the other half revolted, fighting the army of stallions, and I joined them. She tried to stop me, she said I would die, that we should flee with the others, she said as long as we had each other we could start again, find a new herd…Then and there my first personality change became apparent, and I turned on her, knocking my dear to the ground with hooves stained by the blood of others, and with three blows to the head, I killed her, and the crimson liquid that ran from her skull was just another stain to my collection, just part of the bloodbath that was all part of the war, and she was the most important thing in the world to me.
…You had it coming, though…
Hadrian left Shae behind, finding a character that had the confidence to tell him where to shove it, he listened to Shae’s shocked, faltering words, and he turned, galloping into the foliage, branches brushing his sides, brambles piercing his skin and the rain stinging his eyes, then he wandered, alone and content with the many he could switch between, he arrived at Dreaver, his heart pounding in it’s cage with the enthusiasm of his current mood, and he waited.[/size]
Gender: stallion
Age: five summers
Description Sun-kissed chestnut with
Height: 15.2 hh
Breed: Quarter horse X thoroughbred
Personality:
Alliance: Light
let's p r e t e n d . . .
There’s no way forward, no way back.
You can’t predict the future, but you can’t remember the past,
Everyone else is moving on, but you’re falling behind,
You’re in a world of your own
You can’t get out, and they can’t get in.
You cannot truly imagine what it is like to have the world cave in on you, to be isolated, no one sees you for what you are, so often you are underestimated, overestimated, and often you mislead yourself, stepping between façade to façade, you are the great pretender, so great you cannot remember who you are.
Beads of sweat rolled o’er the contours of his body, gathering to moisten and darken the bright flame of his pelt, hooves criss-crossing awkwardly as he made his way around Shae, gazing down at the ground slipping beneath his hooves, the sun was high in the sky, casting it’s bright rays from the west and casting his intricate shadow o’er the pale green grass, right now he was an awkward, naïve young stallion, his body language showed him to be weak, immature, but his muscle tone and apparent age told a different story. Shae watched him, his deep brown gaze following the unnerved stallion before him, Hadrian could feel his eyes on him like hot fire, but he did not lift his gaze from the ground, he lowered his head for a moment, stretching the length of his neck before relaxing, ears flickering t’ward the piebald.
“What are you doing, Hadrian?” the stallion’s voice broke the silence, making the chestnut falter and halt, drawing his oaken gaze to the amused eyes of his companion, then he changed character, grinning her turned t’ward Shae, driving his head against his shoulder playfully as he reached him. “Let’s go.” He said, his tone a whine, but rough with the traces of a laugh. The piebald shoved him back roughly, making him stagger backward, regaining his balance and following the two-toned figure of his “friend”. In Hadrian’s mind though, Shae was irritating him, he was acting as though he knew him inside out, but Hadrian was unpredictable, there was no way of telling what he was thinking, how quickly his character would change, I suppose you could say it is a mental issue, an illness, Hadrian will say it is because he doesn’t know how he acts, he would only describe the glee that comes with deceiving others, misleading them, just because you can; personally I think his character just hasn’t settled yet, that he will flicker between personalities until he finds that which suits him best.
One thing you can be sure of though, Hadrian is a light, he was born into a light herd, so in a way, it is easier to say so than to try and choose between alliances, that is not to say that he does not act dark from time to time though…
//And I put your ashes on my mantelpiece, dear//
We were happy, both of us, all of us, in the herd I was born to, the eighth alpha reigning since my birth, they never stayed long; there would always be outsiders to challenge the alpha, and that was the way it was. We had learnt never to grow too close to whichever leader had won the herd. There was a female, an Arab cross mare I had known all my life; we were acquaintances, lovers if you like, and she was the most important thing in the world to me.
But then there was an invasion, a new approach to overthrow the alpha, but also to merge the members of our herd with the invaders, they came from the forests, a cluster of deep brown, ebony and chestnut bodies charging t’ward us, half of the herd fled, the other half revolted, fighting the army of stallions, and I joined them. She tried to stop me, she said I would die, that we should flee with the others, she said as long as we had each other we could start again, find a new herd…Then and there my first personality change became apparent, and I turned on her, knocking my dear to the ground with hooves stained by the blood of others, and with three blows to the head, I killed her, and the crimson liquid that ran from her skull was just another stain to my collection, just part of the bloodbath that was all part of the war, and she was the most important thing in the world to me.
…You had it coming, though…
Hadrian left Shae behind, finding a character that had the confidence to tell him where to shove it, he listened to Shae’s shocked, faltering words, and he turned, galloping into the foliage, branches brushing his sides, brambles piercing his skin and the rain stinging his eyes, then he wandered, alone and content with the many he could switch between, he arrived at Dreaver, his heart pounding in it’s cage with the enthusiasm of his current mood, and he waited.[/size]