Post by samhain on Jul 19, 2012 23:43:31 GMT -5
Samhain
NAME. Samhain
NICKNAME(S). None
AGE. 7
SPECIES. Horse
BREED. Anglo-Arabian
GENDER. Stallion
HEIGHT. 16hh
WEIGHT. 1200lbs
COAT. Cremello
EYE COLOUR. Ghosted Blue
NOTABLE MARKINGS. Many scars mar his pelt
PHYSICAL. Combining the strengths of both breeds, Samhain is very athletic with superb conformation, bone, and type. His powerful movement, well developed muscle, and smooth gaits allow for a deadly, graceful cadence. His Thoroughbred line gives him the bone, leg, and power - but Arabian linage refines his muscle and head to create a streamline frame built for raw speed. In all, he is a wonderful animal that exhibits natural flow and ease of movement. His cremello pelt and clouded light blue eyes are striking, and if it weren't for the multitude of scars adorning his coat it would make him look almost otherworldly. Instead, the scars are a mark of his endurance of will - and he carries himself in a manner of careful exactness that could only be attributed to a skilled warrior. The sole thing that softens his look is the fistfuls of lovely white mane that fall down his neck, and touch the ground at his heels. His profile is perfectly straight, and his ears are nicely curved. Those clouded blue eyes are effected by the trauma he survived, and cannot see out of them very well. As a result, he has highly developed his other senses to an almost supernatural ability.
FEARS.
• Fire - Understandably, for it's how he lost his sight. Even the the smell of smoke will make him break out in a sweat.
• Large Packs of Wolves - Common sense. A few wolves he can handle, but as soon as they become increased in plethora he starts to loose his cool.
• Dark Enclosed Places - He wont go anywhere near a cave, or underground. The echoing walls and stagnant air mess with his precious senses and confuses him. He likes fresh open spaces.
VICES.
• Tactless - He says what he means the first time.
• Possessive - What's his, is his.
• Indifferent - Poor you. He doesn't care. He doesn't allow weakness or excuses in himself, let alone other people.
STRENGTHS.
• Temperance - Possesses the ability to look past what others want, and sees what needs to be done.
• Slow to Anger - Pony has patience.
• Exceptional Intelligence - His mind works in fascinating measure.
• Courageous and Brave - Little scares him. Even when it does, he faces it head on.
PET PEEVES.
• Whining - Who can stand a whiner really?
• Self Perpetuated Drama - Yeah, everyone has a past. Get over it. He will not engage in needless drama. When they constantly talk about how they don't trust anyone or how lonely they feel he tends to back away slowly.
• Needless Bickering - There's a lot going on. Obviously you don't have enough to do.
• Illogical Actions & Statements - If it doesn't make sense he doesn't bother with it if he can help it.
• Time Wasters - Again, he has a lot to do - so him waiting on you isn't gonna happen. You're either there, or not there and he moves on.
LIKES.
• The Shade & Night - As he has pink skin, he tries to avoid the sun's rays so as not to get sunburned.
• Level Headed, Drama Free Animals - He does enjoy the company of others, if they can cool their heels.
• Autumn - He appreciates the clouds rolling in, and cool but not cold days.
• The Beach & Water - Almost colt like, he loves to play and splash in the cold waters running up and down the beaches to strengthen his legs and stamina.
• Watches Birds - Samhain has a secret desire to fly.
PERSONALITY. A true genius, Samhain was appointed the warlord of a powerful herd at a very early age. His skill, stamina and impressive IQ all came together to create one of the most renowned Warlords of all time. He could plan an entire battle and know the outcome within two minutes. Since the damage of his sight has rendered him a loss of one of his senses, he has since relinquished many of his responsibilities and titles in favor of developing himself in other areas. He is reserved, very serious, and a gentleman. Surprisingly, he is not a lady's man. Many have fawned over him, and attempted to catch his eye but does not take them seriously. His mind is on other things besides silly girls, and their silly problems. Yep, he's a little bit of an ass. No matter, he could care less what anyone thinks of him. He does what he has to when others cannot, and that's what makes him a great leader.
Samhain is generally mellow in temperament and easy going. He does have his moments of arrogance but knows the value of his friendships and alliances. Fortunately or unfortunately because of his intelligence, he is quite usually convinced he knows better than most. If he were wrong more often, perhaps he would not have such a high opinion of himself. Then again, he never flaunts his knowledge and is very respectable. In fact, he holds himself in a manner that inspires absolute confidence. He is not deceiving, and does not lie. He sees himself as beyond the need for it. So he is very trustworthy.
The again his spoken word is not always what one would want to hear! He can seem distant, almost rude and often spikes others tempers because he doesn't bother with petting vanities. He often seems impartial, lacking a desire to involve himself in the business of others - especially when they are victimizing themselves. He feels no remorse for most people in their situation, and expects them to take responsibly for their actions.
His capacity for kindness goes beyond anything that could be expected of a stallion of his standing, and he does not show it often but once in a while he will indeed vest his time and effort into horses he deems worthy.
MOTHER. Leore (deceased)
FATHER. Barock (deceased)
SIBLINGS. Several
HISTORY.
The day would be a clear one; the autumn rains and come and gone leaving a play of greys and violets on the morning horizon. The sun had yet to touch the land, lending a crispness to the air that left the two dark figures that traversed over the hills fogging the air with their breath.
As the sun rose over the hills, the golden light blazed the world into color. The two horses blinked at the brightness, shaking off the last bits of grogginess from sleep. The smaller of the two, a mare, was well bred and delicately built. Her rich chestnut coat shone warmly in the light, accented by her high white stockings and brazen blaze. She moved easily, even restlessly - causing the beads, bone, and feathers that decorated her mane to quietly jingle.
The second was a large ivory stallion. Well built and strong, he moved freely between leading the mare, and dropping behind to follow in her wake. It was easily apparent that he was guarding her, playing the roll of bodyguard and escort. On one of these transitions, moving from behind to the fore at a ground covering trot ... he slowed and stopped. His halt cut her off, and she immediately stopped - remaining as silent as she could manage.
Samhain closed his eyes in concentration, his curved ears flickering as the breeze picked up. Something wasn't right. His pelt was twitching, and though he couldn't quite hear, see, or smell anything something wasn't right.
The mare, daughter to a the Lead of Vessay, did not ask questions or distract him, for which he was grateful. He had begun to quite like the mare, for she was as intelligent as she was beautiful, and he was sorry to see her go so soon.
He blew through his nostrils harshly with an elegant drop and rise of his head, then opened his clear blue hues. Over the years, his instinct had become so strong, so clear, that it had manifested into something of an additional sense, whispering to him of it's own volition. This time was no exception, and a chill crawled down his spine, turning his blood cold with dread as it spoke ... run.
At the same time, Samhain's own voice spoke in a rough deep command, "Selene, go back!" and, the wolves broke their cover ahead of them. The chestnut mare turned on her heel without hesitation, and in almost supernatural unison both horses took off in a head long run. Ahead of them, wolves appeared seeming from nowhere blocking their path, and just like that they were surrounded. The ivory stallion was no fool. Stopping would be their deaths.
Samhain's stride doubled in power and strength, taking the lead and barreling through the line the wolves had created. Hooves collided with fur and bone, snarls and yelps sounded in the air. Without signal Selene, following so close her chest pressed against his hip - slipped past him, feeling the very tips of a large wolf's teeth brush against her throat. "Go!" he called, praying she was not foolish enough to try and help him.
She didn't get far. Without remorse, the wolves descended in unholy numbers bringing down the mare in seconds. Hampered by the wolves that had now arrived from the first wave of attack, Samhain could only watch in horror as Selene disappeared under a mound of wolves. Time slowed, and Selene's terrified brown eyes found Samhain's but for a moment before she let out a blood curdling scream and was suddenly silent.
"No!" He bellowed, and time came rushing back. He reared sending wolves flying, but even then he knew she was gone. He kicked and stomped, neck snaking out to snap vicious ivories at anything he could catch. The lupine casualties were many, few escaping without injury. Blood mixed with sweat over his white pelt, and teeth marks marred his body as wolf after wolf caught hold of his flesh ripping and tearing until after a long struggle he was brought down.
Samhain's knees hit the ground heavily as he was forced into in a struggling bow. Wolves had taken hold of his neck on either side, straining to keep him contained. A wolf attached to his nose pulling it down and to the side. His mouth opened, emitting squeals and roars of protest - principally because it kept him from breathing. Out of the corner of one eye, a large wolf brown in color and bright in eye stared at him panting.
"Well well well, you're a tough son of a banshee ain't ya?" the wolf said almost pleasantly between pants. He drew closer, his hot breath stinging the stallion's eye that glared at him balefully in pure hate. "You killed many of my wolves, I'll have you know," he continued conversationally. "Then again, I have to admit I anticipated as much - which was why we were so many."
With lack of air, the stallion began wheezing and thrashed wildly. The wolves growled or snarled in return, a few piling on for good measure. The brown wolf scoffed a raspy laugh, "Easy there, we'll get going soon enough ... witch."
Days later, the ivory stallion lay on the ground in crusted blood, sweat, and mud. Destroyed. There was no other word. Samhain couldn't think beyond the moment, beyond the pain. They have traveled to this dead place, the stallion half stumbling half dragged, where they had again managed to contain him in shifts and tortured him.
Witch, they had called him and had demanded question after insensible question until Samhain was so hoarse from the screams, it was a wonder he could breathe. He didn't understand the questions, and finally they had ceased the interrogation.
Now, his rib cage rose in shuttering breaths. Anything but those steady ragged breaths was more then he could manage. The brown wolf watched the stallion in frustration and distaste. Nothing. They had gotten nothing out of him, and any creature would have talked by now. Another dead end. Samhain could feel the wolf watching him, and a heavy eye opened to glare his vial animosity with blue intensity.
No matter, he could still serve a purpose. He could act as their messenger quite easily enough. Yes, he will do nicely, reflected the brown wolf. One of his wolves was infected, the use of fire was at his disposal. With a gleeful smirk, the brown wolf signaled with nod of his head. A young black lupine came forward, a smug look on his face. The wolves piled atop the stallion again, taking hold of him with their jaws. It seemed pointless as weak as he was. Still, fear had not truly stricken Samhain's heart until fire suddenly began to blaze from his withers and tail.
The last thing Samhain remembered, was the look in Selene's eyes.
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