Zee
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Voodoo
May 27, 2008 7:32:06 GMT -5
Post by Zee on May 27, 2008 7:32:06 GMT -5
I wanna breath in and breath out, and be who I am, let go of fear, wanna feel alive; I'm ready to fly...
Name:: Voodoo Nickname:: Voodoo Gender:: Stallion Age:: Five
Breed:: Gypsy vanner x Clydesdale Forest:: Unknown
Appearance:: Voodoo is a base coat of dirty white, with a random splash of black on his chest, and around his eyes and lips. His left aud is also black, but the majority of his pelt is graying white. His mane is white, and his tail is basically black, with a few streaks of ivory mixed in. His eyes are crystalline blue, and his hooves are creamy, but cannot be seen beneath the shag of his feathers.
Personality:: Voodoo was born a noble ellion, bred for strength and power, and could defeat any opponent in a fight, but the life of a slave has driven him down to a weak willed and fragile ellion. At one time, he would fight back when an essa put him down, but now his heart is weary, and he no longer seems to care.
History:: Machete was a proud Clydesdale ellion who was three times as strong as any other in the land, and twice as handsome. Many mares fought for his strength, and in the end, he was won by a strong lass known as Magic Melody. Magic was strong willed, with a pelt of iron and eyes of fire. She did not desire Machete's heart, only his strength, and he became father of her colt, Voodoo. Magic was angered that she had foaled a fool colt instead of a prized vixen, and slaughtered Machete for his crime. Her colt was raised in secret to become a fighter like his father, and for a time, Voodoo knew happiness. When he came of age, his mother chased him from her land, shooing him into the wide open world that he knew so little about. Time passed, and he battled it out with the other rogue colts of the land, sometimes in play, but more often than not, for survival. In one of those chance fights, a femme fatale spotted him, and approached him, ending the fight of the colts with a single flick of her banner. Voodoo was seduced, and soon joined her herd, but his time with her did not last, as she became a violent, blood seeking brutess. With each passing day, she tore down his strength, and violated the tender heart beneath. Finally, his heart weakened, the femme fatale set a challenge. She owned two ellions, each of them large, built for strength, and each with intelligence of some sort. Voodoo was one of those ellions, and to prove which would sire a stronger foal, the femme fatale made a vow; she would breed whoever won her challenge. The task was simple; she left both ellions atop an icy ridge, telling each to find his way across the chasm to safety before night fell. The first ellion, not wanting to be left in the cold, began to wind his way down into the chasm, thinking he would find his way from there, but upon reaching the bottom, he was torn asunder by hungry lions. Seeing this, Voodoo knew there was only one way to cross the chasm. He had to jump. Voodoo studied the angles until the sun began to set, and finally he withdrew from the edge, and turned to face the jump. He broke into a gallop, building up his speed from a distance, and after a few failed attempts, he finally leapt the large gap. As he sailed through the icy air, frozen wind tugged at his banners, and the weight of the cold threatened to pull him down to the depths of the canyon where the lions awaited their prey. But he made it! Upon landing, his hooves slipped on the icy earth, and he collapsed upon the cold ground. Broken and winded, each breath leaving an ice like chill in his lungs, he believed he would never again stand, never again live. He was wrong. Night approached, and then fell upon him like a cold dark blanket. Ice crisped the ground he lay on, and by morning, he too was covered in a blanket of frost, frozen in place. As the sun rose on the horizon, he realized he had survived the night, and the dawn melted the frost from his pelt. With the new day in sight, he stood. The pride in him was gone, and he was a defeated, war-torn ellion, but he refused to return from whence he'd come. There was nothing for him in that old life, with an evil femme fatale bruising his ego and heart, and so, he began to walk. And he has never since stopped.
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Voodoo
May 27, 2008 9:43:26 GMT -5
Post by TobyMacFreak on May 27, 2008 9:43:26 GMT -5
Accepted, but make sure that you find a Forest soon.
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