Post by feared on May 26, 2006 18:26:54 GMT -5
Name: Nevertheless
Nickname: Darius
Age: 14
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Spanish Mustang
Color: Red, black mane and two dots on nose (Bay...?)
Height(in hands): 15.2
Heart(Rogue,Light,Neutral,Dark): Dark
History
The tortured soul, pain makes him laugh...
He was used... Used. From birth, he was trained to be aggressive. His master was the whip. His mother was taken away. He dad died much while ago, in a fight. These fights were not jobs. By instinct, these fights are for finding mates, or anger of eachother, or for who's leader or in charge. These fights were for entertainment of the people. only 3 Mares lived at the night ranch for breeding. All mare foals were killed immediately. Every 10, one lived. Stalls weren't cleaned, hurt horses had to get through it themselves. If the gash was bad or legs were broken, then they were put into a big room, where tons of dead horses were. A room for trash and stuff. It was filled with trash and dead horses. Hurt horses were pushed in there till they eventually died of any way. Hunger, blood loss, whatever. They were just shut in there.
He was there best fighter. Horses hated fighting, but they were forced until they couldn't anymore, or they were killed. He was way to quick for them. He did without thinking. He always did the same thing: Neck down, head bent, gallop forward, smashing horse opponent in a blow to the chest, often puncturing a lung. They always fell. He quickly would rear up and smash their underside, between stomache and chest, crushing either lungs, heart, or breaking their back, crushing main vein from force. he did not lave the spot until needed. That was all. It was over within 15 seconds. he had back up plans. He never lost
How He/She Became Wild:
He got away after hundreds of attempts
Nickname: Darius
Age: 14
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Spanish Mustang
Color: Red, black mane and two dots on nose (Bay...?)
Height(in hands): 15.2
Heart(Rogue,Light,Neutral,Dark): Dark
History
The tortured soul, pain makes him laugh...
He was used... Used. From birth, he was trained to be aggressive. His master was the whip. His mother was taken away. He dad died much while ago, in a fight. These fights were not jobs. By instinct, these fights are for finding mates, or anger of eachother, or for who's leader or in charge. These fights were for entertainment of the people. only 3 Mares lived at the night ranch for breeding. All mare foals were killed immediately. Every 10, one lived. Stalls weren't cleaned, hurt horses had to get through it themselves. If the gash was bad or legs were broken, then they were put into a big room, where tons of dead horses were. A room for trash and stuff. It was filled with trash and dead horses. Hurt horses were pushed in there till they eventually died of any way. Hunger, blood loss, whatever. They were just shut in there.
He was there best fighter. Horses hated fighting, but they were forced until they couldn't anymore, or they were killed. He was way to quick for them. He did without thinking. He always did the same thing: Neck down, head bent, gallop forward, smashing horse opponent in a blow to the chest, often puncturing a lung. They always fell. He quickly would rear up and smash their underside, between stomache and chest, crushing either lungs, heart, or breaking their back, crushing main vein from force. he did not lave the spot until needed. That was all. It was over within 15 seconds. he had back up plans. He never lost
How He/She Became Wild:
He got away after hundreds of attempts