When the elder said to the tigers that starved on a tiny peninsula that their only hope of living was to risk life to an Island guided by stars. Many tigers joined him, many were too sick and didn't have enough energy. They swam, and the lucky few had found old boats and floating logs in the water, many didn't make it. Then there was heaven. The elder called it Fern Grove... and named the surronding landscapes.
When the elder died, many were lost without him, but the Elder left behind a set of rules of the Island. The tigers who obeyed these rules became the emperor and emperess's of the lands, and if those tigers do not succeed, the fate of the tigers is in danger because of the invaders...
Breed Charecteristics: Has an andulusian body, except a bit lighter build. He is enduring and surefooted.He is well muscled, but not as strong as some. He makes up for in in agility though.
Pelt Color:Dark silver, with a slight blueish sheen.
Eyes:Pale silver
Hooves:Dark blue
Main/Tail:Mane is long and silky. He has a very long and thick forelock, that extends almost he length of his whole face. He has the traditional lions tail, except it has a bit of shag that runs down it. Both mane and tail are Light, blueish silver.
Markings:Has white cresent moon shaped star under horn
Horns: one horn, dark crystal blue in color. It is spiraled and thicker at the base, tapering to a needle point
Personality: Attollo is rather wise beyond his years, thanks to his mothers teaching. He is polite and gentle with other horses(if they aren't trying to harm him) When he truely gets angry(An uncommon thing) He becomes very quiet and still, rather than becoming hot tempered like some stallions. He is not exceptionally strong, but he is quite agile. He is a peace loving horse, and though he considers himself a Light, he is not quite as warlike towards Darks as most. He usually never fights unless he or those under his protection are threatened. He does have a slight tendency towards imaptience though. Some think him timid, because of his quiet nature, but this is not so.
History:Attollo is from a northern forest, his mother was a nuetral and a loner. She paired with a stallion for mating only, then left. Attollo know nothing about his father other than he was a Light and was rumored to have come from the old lands. Attollo was born in late winter, with the worst of the storms over, but snow still on the ground. As a result, though it can be harsh at times, he loves winter and it is his favorite season. Surprisingly, Attollo's mother was very caring towards her son. He spent for years at her side, learning everything the wise mare had to teach him. At four years old however, he became restless and bid farewell to his mother, searching for his own destiny.
Re: Here to be Claimed (Light/Neutral) « Result #5 on Aug 24, 2007, 6:15pm »
Scarlett looked at him walk off and trotted after him slowly. She smiled to herself and trotted slower as the dust kicked up. She slowed into a walk, following the dirt not even seeing him anymore.
Re: Here to be Claimed (Light/Neutral) « Result #6 on Aug 24, 2007, 4:32pm »
Banner raised as he heard of foals. His serpentine craned to view her as his visage bobbed. Certainly. His nares opened as he began to walk towards his terrance of Ledan Forest. His daggers pierced the ground, leaving his marks as he awaited for her. His audits were pricked, listening to her shallow breath. His tresses blew back in silent fury as he began to canter off, leaving only a trail of dust behind him.
Re: Here to be Claimed (Light/Neutral) « Result #7 on Aug 24, 2007, 12:33am »
Scarlett looked at him and smiled. She nodded. "Okay" she nodded again and smiled. "I would love to" she said. She got up and rubbed against him. "You know our foals, if we have any, will be gorgous" she giggled, flirting.
Lucifera stalked into the claiming area. She looked around. Alone for the moment, the dark mare relaxed. She felt safest when she was alone. Why must I become owned by another to have a place to live? She wondered. I can easily take care of myself. She looked around again. The only sound was of wind rustling the leaves of the trees. Lucifera could not feel any presences nearby. When stallions do come, I'll not be claimed by any wimpy mama's foal. It'll take a true stallion to win me over. Her thoughts ran like a river, avoiding the What If? questions. She hoped someone would appear soon. The wind was blowing colder. Was this a warning? A message of what was to come? Lucifera didn't know. Nor did she care. Her goal right now was to be claimed by a stallion. She settled under a tree to wait.
Breed Characteristics: Lucifera has features of a large draft horse. She is strong and intimidating. Her size is her most obvious feature. Her black coat is streaked with flame-like markings in red and orange. Her mane, tail, horn, and feathering (above hooves on draft horses) are this way as well. The fire on her exterior burns like the fire Lucifera feels within.
Pelt Color:black
Eyes: gold
Hooves:red/orange
Mane/Tail:red/orange
Markings: Lucifera's body is streaked with red and orange.
Horns: one, black streaked with red and orange
Personality: She is very loyal and protective. She is often aggressive and is a brutal fighter. She seems frightening to other horses and as a result, shuns others, doing best on her own.
History:Lucifera was the daughter of two neutral horses; Baal and Sheba. They were murdered when Luci was just a few months old. Lucifera was raised by Hades, her adopted father. He had dark leanings and was a major influence on Lucifera. She was left completely alone when he died. Alone and shunned by the other horses, Lucifera struck out on her own.