Post by Alexandrite Xavier Darke on Jul 4, 2011 19:43:55 GMT -5
Demon's Pride
I am in a living hell, makes me wonder if I'm alive.
Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why.
Sometimes I realize my mind was meant to go away.
Never have I seen your god, so why should I believe in faith?
Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why.
Sometimes I realize my mind was meant to go away.
Never have I seen your god, so why should I believe in faith?
DemonDemon's Pride
NICKNAMESDemon
GENDERStallion
AGEEight years
LEVELFour
STABLEDamaged Soul
TRAININGEndurance Racing(previous), Dressage
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BREEDFriesian
HEIGHT17'2
APPEARANCEStanding at 17'2 hh Demon's obsidian coat gives him the semblance of a hell-horse, not to mention his attitude. His thick black mane falls in a heavy cascade past his shoulders, his tail brushing a inch from the ground. In all ways Demon is beautiful in a fierce way, the scars that paint his body place a air of pain around him, but give him the look of a killer. His hooves are jet black, revealed by a birth-defect that took away the feathers that normally covered them. An X shaped scar criss-crosses over his eyes, the marks of the brutal strike of a chain, blinding him.
PERSONALITY[/blockquote]Trust is out of the question to him, if they want to get close there gonna be dead on the floor when they reach him, either that or he's going to be half-dead from drugs, to him everyone but his owner is a enemy, the one time they managed to get a bridle on him he never let them get close enough to take it off again, he won't even let his owner get close enough to his mouth to do it. His love for Alexandrite seems beyond anything the world had ever seen, about as much as his aggression is. They don't call him Demon for no reason, when they got him they were promised a mellow, polite stallion, the first time they approached him the person was nearly killed. They couldn't bring themselves to put him down when they saw the scars that marked his body, and no one would buy him, so he stayed. When Alexandrite came the two understood each other, within a month he earned what no one else had after years of effort, his trust.
OWNER[/blockquote]Alexandrite Darke
HISTORYDemon was born and raised as a Friesian race-horse, his endurance was practically legend, but two years into his career, he was boxed in, his leg went wrong and his stumbled, went down under the weight of seven other horses, his leg was broken as well as two ribs, the rider was killed. He never raced again and after he healed he was sold. His new owner was a boy, he was completely adored, but one day, months later pain from his leg injury hit him hard while they were riding together, he tried to stop, hit a fence, a sharp end of a damaged part went straight through the boys stomach, the father blamed him. As a result he was tormented, starved and abused. It went on for four years before he came to close to being caught by someone and decided to sell him. He stopped abusing him so that the marks would heal and fed him to prevent the risk of them blaming him for the condition, and so two years later his life with Alexandrite began.
NAME[/blockquote]Alexandra
EXPERIENCETwo years
REFERRALJAD Riding Academy
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