Title: {d E A T H L Y} Memories
Description: Njord is come.
Description: Njord is come.
Horsegirl - March 21, 2008 06:00 PM (GMT)
I have done a horrible wrong.
I could not help it.
It is my nature to do what I did.
My namesake was not one to do my sin.
I fought like Tyr on that fateful day.
Daggers flashed in the unusual sunlight.
Sparkling ivories found their marks again and again.
When I was finished, the group lay dead at my feet.
My blood lust was still upon me, hide still sparking.
I dove for my friend, the one that had followed me for forever.
He had stuck by my side, even when I did what he thought was wrong.
We were like brothers.
But then I turned on him, diving for his jugular, death in my mind.
Only one of his pillars, flaying out from the rest of him, stopped my assault, lifted the red mist that veiled my sight.
I glanced to my friend, orbs pleading with him to understand.
But he turned away.
And so did I, turning and running, far, far from the horrible massacre I had started.
We had been like brothers.
We were brothers.
~|~ The Basics ~|~
My Calling: Njord
My Molding: Stallion
Survival: 6 winters
My Hide Shines: Dark bay
My Locks Are: Black
My Daggers: Dark gray-black
These Orbs Are: Stormy gray
My Strangeness: White socks, except right hind, blaze
I Stand: 17.2 hh
Tokens of Battle: Small scratches, scattered here and there, one large scar on chest
My Blood: Mixed
Complexities: Clydesdale x Brabant
{75% Clydesdale, 25% Brabant}
~|~ The Past Family ~|~
The Immediate
{U N K N O W N}
The Related
{U N K N O W N}
~|~ The Future Family ~|~
{Past Crushes}
~ None ~
{Crushes}
~ None ~
{Mates}
Charisse (Djarr)
{Past Love(s)}
~ None ~
{Current Love(s)}
~ None ~
{Spawn}
Djarr – M.
~|~ Health ~|~
{Physical}
Sickness: None
Injury: None
Disability: Blindness
{Mental}
Heartbroken: No
Illness: None
Scarring: Massacre of former herd, near-murder of brother
~|~ Connections ~|~
{Loyalty}
Unknown
{Temperament}
The persona of one is not simply there. It is formed by the occurrences and happenings that the creature goes through. Only the seeds of the final mindset are in one’s heart. Njord’s are there for some kindness, but an overall darkness in his heart. Always attempting to be good, the black seed in his being makes him darker than wanted. His massacre and near-murder of his brother do not help much, they only make him furious sometimes and confused at others. He is a gentleman at heart, however.
{Dialects}
English, French, some German occasionally
Horsegirl - March 21, 2008 06:01 PM (GMT)
Accepted.