Post by TobyMacFreak on Nov 24, 2007 16:35:54 GMT -5
Name: Maverick
Nickname: None
Gender: Stallion
Age: Ageless, but looks Five
Breed: Percheron x Mustang
Side: American, Dark
Appearance: He is a very big horse, with huge dark colored hooves. His pelt is the darkest black and his eyes are a pure blood red. He has scars along his pelt from the war. He has a scar on the left side of his neck, running from the base of his mane to the middle of his neck. He has a scar on the left hock, from the front of the muscle to the back. He has a half moon shape on his forhead. His mane and tail are black as well, but his mane goes down to his sholder and his tail goes down to his ankels.
History:
The black stallion had seen the bay getting beat over and over by one of his own men. A smile was on his face as he watched his master kill him. Pride was on his heart as he heard the noise. He snorted as the man came walking back. He was the general of the army and he was his horse. He felt the man kick him and he was off. Swerving in and out of dead bodies. The general lead him to a place where headstones were everywhere, holes were too. The stallion's neck was bleeding from and wound and so was his hip, both on the left side. He shook his head once the general dismounted. He stayed where he was as the man walked over to someone and began to speak to him. The stallion turned when he heard an indian's scream. The general began to yell and everyone mounted up and began to gallop towards the indians. The black stallion was in the front of the pack he lead. His eyes were burning red with hate for the indians, even though his own father had been raised by them. So they were part of his blood too. The lead indian shot an arrow, it flew stright at him, he ducked and it got his rider in the heart. He felt the human's weight slip off him and he ran into a horse, an indian horse. The indian on it's back lifted a club and smaked the stallion in the head. He heard a crushing sound and then he fell. Another indian shot an arrow and got him in the neck. Then another arrow, in his back. Then he heard a gun shot and felt nothing....His own side had killed him for his own good. No more pain for the brave stallion.
Picture: totalrandomness.deviantart.com/art/Samurai-56456754
Nickname: None
Gender: Stallion
Age: Ageless, but looks Five
Breed: Percheron x Mustang
Side: American, Dark
Appearance: He is a very big horse, with huge dark colored hooves. His pelt is the darkest black and his eyes are a pure blood red. He has scars along his pelt from the war. He has a scar on the left side of his neck, running from the base of his mane to the middle of his neck. He has a scar on the left hock, from the front of the muscle to the back. He has a half moon shape on his forhead. His mane and tail are black as well, but his mane goes down to his sholder and his tail goes down to his ankels.
History:
The black stallion had seen the bay getting beat over and over by one of his own men. A smile was on his face as he watched his master kill him. Pride was on his heart as he heard the noise. He snorted as the man came walking back. He was the general of the army and he was his horse. He felt the man kick him and he was off. Swerving in and out of dead bodies. The general lead him to a place where headstones were everywhere, holes were too. The stallion's neck was bleeding from and wound and so was his hip, both on the left side. He shook his head once the general dismounted. He stayed where he was as the man walked over to someone and began to speak to him. The stallion turned when he heard an indian's scream. The general began to yell and everyone mounted up and began to gallop towards the indians. The black stallion was in the front of the pack he lead. His eyes were burning red with hate for the indians, even though his own father had been raised by them. So they were part of his blood too. The lead indian shot an arrow, it flew stright at him, he ducked and it got his rider in the heart. He felt the human's weight slip off him and he ran into a horse, an indian horse. The indian on it's back lifted a club and smaked the stallion in the head. He heard a crushing sound and then he fell. Another indian shot an arrow and got him in the neck. Then another arrow, in his back. Then he heard a gun shot and felt nothing....His own side had killed him for his own good. No more pain for the brave stallion.
Picture: totalrandomness.deviantart.com/art/Samurai-56456754