I'm a soldier now, fighting in a battle, to be free once more... Yeah, that's worth fighting for.[/u][/b]
Name:: Blackfire
Nickname:: Fire
Meaning:: A dark fire
Pronounce:: Bla-ack Fy-er
Theme Song:: Sound The Bugle by Brian Adams
The B U I L DGender:: Ellion
Years:: Two
Breed:: Arabian x Mustang
Adult Height:: 15.3hh [?]
Eye Color:: Ebony coal
Appearance:: He stands at 15.? hands tall and his weight is normal. His pelt is the purest black, darker than night itself. His mane and tail are also black, but they are a "lighter" black than his pelt. He has no white markings on his body at all. His hooves are a dark color, staying with his color. Dark.
Personality:: He is very outgoing. He loves to hang out and race the other colts around. He is nice and is good with the ladies, but when someone asks him to do something, he does it. He makes sure nothing gets in his way. When he gets something in his head he makes sure it is done, and that it gets done 110%.
Blackfire can charm his way into almost any heart, but he only does so to escape the trouble he finds himself in more often than not. He is wild, and sometimes unpredictable, and his main desire in life is to be free...
The P A S THistory:: He was born into the Western Forest in the fifth year of Morga's reign. His mother raised him until, he was taken away at one year. Then he was sent to work for the females. He rarely saw his mother, but when he did he would flick his head up and she would stamp. Then he would go back to his work and wait until dark so he could run with the other colts. Now he is still working....now it is up to you to finish the rest....
Blackfire:: A storm rumbled in the sky, clouds clashing to form a dark hue of gray, and casting shadows on the earth. As lightning streaked the sky, a well formed and well muscled ellion crossed the land. His head was held fairly high, his banners sweeping aside to show eyes of coal which were bright and almost seemed to laugh at the world around him. His coat was the colour of midnight, not a single dash of white staining his outline, and his hooves were lifted well clear of the ground with each stride, showing that he possessed some pure blood.
The ellion continued to walk, ignoring the rumble of the thunder and the streaks of lightning flashing by, as though he was busy thinking of other things. He was so caught within his own dream, that he did not even realize he was being approached...
A femme of striking white, baring a cruel smirk upon her maw, was approaching. She paused a mere few steps before him, her auds immediately slapped back and she growled out in vocals harsh like the snap of a whip; "You! Male! Come here at once!"
The male ignored her, and side-stepped her to continue on his walk. His head bobbed slightly as he did so, and his smirk did not fall. He had heard her command, but he was not about to obey.
The femme hissed at him and kicked up her heels in a fit. "Are you deaf, boy?! I order you to come here, at once!"
The order echoed in the ellions auds, and he paused. Bright ivory's flashed between his lips as he glanced over his shoulder at the femme. "Why don't you make me?"
A surprised look over came the white femme as she realized that the male was actually refusing her command. When the shock had worn off, she snapped her own ivory's at his rump, but he dodged the blow and danced sideways. "Come along, femme. If you want me to work for you, you could at least say 'Please'." A teasing, mocking tone spoke.
The femme hissed once more. "I am an Essa, fool. I give the orders, and you obey! Now do as you were instructed, and you may yet live."
"Wow, are you dumb or just deaf? Say Please, and I might do as you want." Blackfire mocked, once again.
"You'll regret that colt!" The femme snapped, and reared up on her ivory pillars. Her fore legs lashed out, lighting striking the earth around her as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her scream was matched with the rumble of thunder that fell across the land and shook the earth.
The smirk upon the black ones maw widened when she reared up. He laughed merrily, almost childishly at the way she'd reacted. "Oh, it is so much fun to stir you mares up. Well, if you really want me to regret it, come and catch me." He snorted at her, and gave an unconcerned flick of his banner before breaking into a long strided trot and gliding away.
The femme lashed out, but he had been too quick for her, and so she leapt into a gallop to pursue him, kicking out with each of her hooves in turn. She wanted the colt dead for his disobedience, yet he didn't seem to care at all. In fact, the faster she followed, the faster Blackfire went. Soon they were galloping side by side as if in a race, with the exception being that the black ellion was laughing at the height of his lungs, and the femme was trying to hurt him in anyway possible.
Finally, his fun over, Blackfire skidded to a halt and put on a submissive pose. He knew he could easily talk his way out of this mess, and get off scott-free, so that's what he did. "Forgive me, mistress. I do not know what came over me. I should never have acted as such a fool to such a strengthened mare as yourself." He really didn't think she was anything special, but he wanted to make it seem like he was truly sorry.
The femme considered his words with a suspicious glance and a twitch of her aud. Finally she gave him a sharp nip on his shoulder. "Let that be a lesson to you. Femme's are in control, and you males cannot win. Now return to the herd, and do not disobey again, or you will be killed." She raised her dial proudly, but gave a flick of her banner as if to dismiss him.
"As you desire, mistress." Blackfire stated before calmly walking towards the heartland. He kept his dial low, and hooves dragging slightly as if he had been defeated, but once out of her sight he gave a quiet snort of laughter and tossed his dial about. The wind lashed at him from all sides as the storm began to grow, and he broke into a gallop to return to the land where the other slaves awaited.
Once the valley was in sight, he slowed to a walk, his coat now bearing the gleam of a light sweat. He slowly walked down into the valley shadowed by trees, dipping his dial respectfully to any femme that passed, and once on flat ground, he made his way to the waters edge where he took a long drink. Once his thirst was quenched, he raised his dial and gazed around, water dripping from his muzzle. His auds flicked about as he listened to the femme's chatting, and the storm brewing, and after some time, he walked away from the lake, to wait.
He stood in the boarder of the trees until night fell, lucky that he had not earned the scorn of any femmes. Once night set, and the femme's had returned to their sleeping places, he strode from the trees and snorted lightly. The moon did not touch him, and he was barely see-able, just a shadow in the night.
As his snort filled the air, the other colts approached, and the gathered in a tight pack, muttering among themselves for a time, until finally one of them broke into a walk. The others followed, Blackfire with them, as they warmed their legs and muscles to the cold night. Their walk turned into a trot as they all kept pace, and finally, they broke into canters.
It was time...
As the moon glowed overhead, the colts raced through the night. Blackfire remained close to the back of the pack, relying on the wind-stream of the colt before him to keep his speed up. They were following a different path tonight, and he did not know the track, so he wanted to wait until he was sure where they were before he took to his full speed. The moon hung in the sky like a giant glowing orb shadowed by the storms clouds, and from a distance, the colts were illuminated as they ran; the bays and chestnuts reaching forward, their hooves drumming on the earth like a war-drums... and yet Blackfire could not be seen... the darkness enclosed him, as if hiding him from all who would do him harm.
As the night grew colder, the colts began to gallop up a slope which led to the highest peak of the land; the only part of that land which was completely bathed in the light of the moon. Blackfire broke loose from his friends, racing the wind itself, and he pulled into the lead, his breath foaming about him as silvery mist, and his hide becoming laced with sweat. He was the first to leap into the light of the moon, and he froze as the others all went rushing past to fly down the opposite side of the mountain top.
As he watched them disappear down the slope, he found his legs frozen beneath him, the wind tearing at his banners and throwing them about him. His dark orbs turned towards the silver light in the sky, the moon which always seemed so distant, but tonight seemed so close. For the first time in his life, he felt free. The moonlight bathed him in its silvery mist, and he took sharp deep breaths of the cold chilled air, excitement filling his chest, until finally he was unable to contain it.
He reared up, his front hooves drumming through the air like two sharp weapons, his head held close to his chest as though he were fighting the wind itself to remain standing, his banners thrown about him as the wind tore through him, but he bared it all, and finally, threw his head high to scream into the night, calling to the moon itself. The scream was challenged only by the furious beating of his heart in his bod.
As femmes began to stir from their sleep and make their way towards the scream, ready to punish the one who would dare be so outgoing, Blackfire spun on his hooves and galloped down the mountain after his friends, disappearing into the nights shadows as he did so.
It was as if he had never been there... and the femmes never knew who to punish.
The R E L A T I O N SFather:: The blood father is unknown
Mother:: He barely remembers her
Siblings:: He does not know of any who share his blood
Lover:: None have stolen his heart
Child:: None possess his blood
Friend:: None call him blood brother
Foe:: None call him foe
The L A N DHome:: Western forest
Position:: Slave
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