Scarecrow

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Name: Scarecrow
Age: 5
Breed: Thoughbred x Arab
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Drailia
Powers:

Wings and a Horn

Description:

I am one to not be messed with as I am 16.2hh, foals look at me and shiver in fear at me, my pelt is dun and the markings are all over my body, slashes of carelessness spills over my coat, and my eyes are a peeling blue color which scare many, with their hardness. The power I hold with my hooves which are all black, nothing unusual, accept your face! Anything else you ask and I say not much, well how about....my mane has 5 black strands in and 15 of white and the rest dun. My mane and tail is long and I intend to charm!

Personality:

You ask of a short discription of myself? Well, I am harsh enough, to make you shiver, as my appearance frightens you like death. Anyway, I was never really the .... understanding type. I never really care if my mares have foals or colts or whatever. I don't have the slightest of cares. Anyway, I have actually no kind spot, I don't really find the point in being nice, as I am a dark for a reason!

History:

Started out as an orphan, and I was fine about that. I was always standing in the middle of a field galloping at anything that moved. Even a leaf. I was called a Scarecrow, as I litrally didn't allow others to come upon my land unless they allowed me to rule them, but they would always cry out in laughter, then in pain. But I felt that I shouldn't stay there for I knew I could never have a real fortune. So I came here hoping for a Mare, foals and Land. But it won't affect me, or make me happy with just one foal and land..

RP Sample:

I hurt like a Needle, but still like a bee ready for the kill!

She was a dreamer, a dappled coat being ruined in the rain. A figurement in ones imagination maybe? You know when a horses light dappled coat glints in the sun, yes? Well hers was dark grey now and her dapples looked like it was running paint down her barrel. The worst thing about her was that she belived that she would loose all her dapples and it would be the cold liquid then slipped down her sides. She was fine in the rain as she was thick and didn’t take her familys and other equines advice. That bloody deer telling her she was melting? Her dapples were running like paint. Huh, trust a red deer who only knows of their law and their eye sight is poor! How could she belive them? Because she hasn’t much experience in this world. Who now cares of this? Now she was a Mare that felt she should wake up to the now. Not the then. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. But this one did and the Apple bashed hard against the soil and grass and rolled into a thick forest that seemed like the longest maze. It haunted her mind like she had seen a ghost. Belived it was a ghost that had forced itself into her mind and her mind had danced like fire that had never been tamed and put out. Never would she be able to complete her life without this nightmare that kept popping over a million things up, giving her ideas of things she shouldn’t do. Or what would become of her or her death wish! Proving yourself worthy for a Stallion was hardly easy with her running dapples in the rain. She felt like sleeping, or sheltering under a maple tree maybe. But no she couldn’t, could she? She was half a mile away and the deer seemed to fill the whole of it. She looked towards where she had come out of the woods and looked around. Nothing seemed real to her.

Like a bad nightmare. In the dead of night aswell. When rain poured down her tiara and the wind wiped at her mane and tail with glee. The mountain that protected the land echo and wailed with the wind. This was nothing like the land of the west. But many a equine say that this was true. But it was true, as she was not used to coldness. Just the sun beating upon your sweaty back everyday until you could bear it no longer. You run for it, the longing of the day when rain fell again after the long three years that went past before her eyes of death, betrayl and hatred haunted her mind still those are a couple of things that still were fresh in her mind that had been re-woken to the sound of rain and the deathly darkness her mind saw through her blue hazes which did not glow in the dark for she wasn’t a stupid immortal or anything like that. Just a normal horse that had choosen a life in the southern parts and wondered if the Weaklanders were really going to run here. Escape and be free once again. She thought she was lucky that she was still free and going strong. Bucking in the air and rearing in the wind and snorting in the darkness and the neigh in the icey coldness of the dawn. She wanted this for those horses that did nothing wrong for some Stallions pranced and bucked, not stopping to think who really wanted to run without drafts hot on heels for a mile. Like wolves hunting you down in the woods. Not the best place to run but equines would of course not be the brightest in their darkest hours. They are flight animals. They just run and run until they get to a safe place. But maybe one or two escaped somewhere, or most would either be killed or taken back. More killed then taken back.

Vaspar pondered in the nights moon of all the horses that waited under the gods command. Thinking of the elderly Weaklanders that had never been to claim or fight for Land and she thought of that they should have fought back. But like their name; Weaklanders. Weak mean’t no fighting. No freedom. No-one was pluckish enough to fight…yet that is. Maybe one or two are still going strong. Thinking up a plan to kill the drafts who would defiantly overpowering to the Weakies, who would spend an enternity of a life in that place were no food grows. Vaspar would have never survived nor any other American equine could as the grass was long and lush but crisp and dry. That was how she liked grass but now she was getting used to muddy grass, flat grass that was untasty and not nice. She felt as if it wasn’t her destiny to save them. Maybe a stallion could help her to find rights for them, but that meant her time would be over, fighting for them would mean that her life would not be spared if a stupid little, draft came and hurt her. Vaspa would lower her cranium in defeat of her mind that overpowered her every thought and her flints buckled a little with her coldness. Her mane and tail flew in the wind under her two pillars and she immediately turned to walk to the place she had come out and she walked through. It seemed lighter in here and less erie and deathly. More colder yes, but atleast it was not raining as the thickness of the trees and branches would not let more than two drop past the leaves or the branches. The Young mare went towards the stream where she had lead herself from and her hazes watched the buckskin stallion that watched a hawks every move. She was now watching his every move. She walked a little bit into the water and lowered her mug and she drank the water and started swishing it about. Her black mane covered her beautiful canium from the stallions view, but still she could watch him and the hawk. She raised her tiara from the water and flicked her ribbon from knee to knee and she went backwards a bit and then began to forage on the leaves and found some grass to chew.

She now felt that she was being rude to this stallion and sighed. Maybe she should maybe talk to him. Maybe console with him. She raised her tiara and flicked her head from the black veil that hide her face. She smiled across her mug. Her dapples were now dry and not turning to paint she opened her kissers to address this handsome young Stud. ”Hello sir, I am Vaspar. Am I worthy to ask your name?” She asked. The wind could not cover the sound of the floaty voice. No, it was unfair to spoil such words. Her ears layed forward, but her muscles tense just in case he would try claim her, but if he did she should think luck of herself. The maiden looked at the moons reflect in the water and looked up confused how she could see the full moon. A roundish opening in the canopy showed from the moon. She suddenly saw the studs form. He was very handsome but she didn’t know if she could, or would like a Stallion of such good looks and charm. She would have to see his expressions and how he talked and his actions and all….

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