Full Name:
Reeker
Nickname: (optional)
n/a
Age:
6
Gender:
brute
Breed:
thorobred
Coat Color:
dark bay
Mane/Tail Color:
ebony
Height:
16hh
Personality:
Reeker is a very pristeges rquine. The way he treats his faes, you would think that he did not love them, when indeed, he does. he doesnt like to show emotion, fear, his true self right on the spot. When he does find a fae he wishes to claim, he would usally stay out of sight, stalking them. He is cunning and takes pride in what he has and done.
Alliance:
Well, id say dark, but he acts more neutral at times. Dark
History: (Optional)
He had a very average life. His mother was a neutral and his father was a dark. his father ran him out of the herd when he was 3. Reeker never even got to say godbye to his mother. He was upset and heartbroken, but kept his skull uo and never gave up at anything he wanted. So herer he is today, a whole lot older and wiser, getting his herd together.
Picture: (Optional)
It will be in my sig!
Example Post:
The ebony witch stood there on the outside of the land. She knew what she would be getting herself into here in the claiming gorunds. She knew a typical stag would, claim her and either force her to go with him or keep bugging her till she went. She knew all this well, for she was very use to this type of thing. There was a light breeze as she let her diggers do it all for her. She walked right into the land. It reked of faes and stags of all kinds. The one sent that made her sick was that of a light equine. She was nowhere near that life. Her heat was with that of the neutrals. Her heart thrived in bad times and good times. Her blue orbs searched the land as far as she could sight in. Nothing. She walked on a bit more, still letting her daggers lead the way. He long ebony tassles made love with the light breeze as did her long ebony whipcord.
She found herself at a liquids edge. She lowerd her skull down to the cool, diferent smelling liquid in the creek. She beagan to suckle it slowly, being sure to keep at least one orb open and alert. Her harks were going all over the place as she listend to all the new sounds around her. So where could all those jackass's be? she thought to herself. They must not be that desparte. she smerked as she lifted her skull back up.
The ebony witch then felt like she could now take in some sod. It tasted a bit diferent, but it was satisfing for her. She choped the sod benesther like nothing was about or around her. She was content and happy being alone. She had been alone for her whole life so far, why change that now? But she did want to change that now, she was tired of being alone. She was tierd of being raped and abused by loner stags, who just wanted her for pleaseure. Dont get her wrong, she enjoyd that sometimes, but most of the time, she despised it.
The ebony figure rose her skull up to once again check up on her surrounds. She thought she herd something, but it was probelly a bird or rabbit, though it could be another equine. Fae? Stag? She wasnt sure.
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