Blackmagic

[Nightmare]

Picture: In sig

Name: Blackmagic

Gender: Vixen

Age: Three years

Color: Black

Breed: Pure Arabian

Height: 16hh

Affiliation: Neutral

Personality: She is alone and lost in this world. Afraid and unsure. Hurt and skittish. Has never been with another equine for 2 years. If ever she gets the chance to be with one, she shall be friendly and kind. Has a b.itchy side, like most vixens.

History: It all started in the cave ontop of a snowy mountain of winter. The little flicka barely survived off her mother's milk. It was so cold. So cruel was her father. Never did she see her father. Her father was dark and her mother light. That's how she became a neutral. Once she was a yearling, her mother was killed by her father. Then she ran away as far as she could, but she was tracked down by her father. He found her only a week later and tried to forcebreed his own daughter. She escaped since she was so small and agile. Because of her father, she's afraid of any equine that approaches. Has now been traveling alone for two years, avoiding most life.

Sample Post: Copper stag was angered with this brute. He had just gotten this terra and now this brute wants to steal it? No way is that going to happen. In his dreams. This was a first fight for Thunder, but he was ready. He was fit and ready to go, wishing for the taste of blood to be in his mouth now. He felt evil and cold-hearted, wanting to get this over with and slaughter the brute now that decided to come upon his lands and say he challenged. This was something he wished to win. He wanted to keep his land. And if the brute looses and he feels nice enough, he'll give him beta position. Maybe lower than that because you never know when they might turn their back on you.

Paperthins flared wide, audits flattened against his skull to show his anger and hatred toward the stag. He snorted, muscles bulging from under his sleek, shining pelt. This brute was going down. And all he thought about was how he would win this battle and go home peacefully, leaving the brute to be moping off. But there was still a chance that the other stallion would win. But no way Thunder was going to let that happen! No way in hell. He was feeling strong and proud right now, wishing to defend and protect his terra for as long as he lived. He wanted to keep this land and all should know that by now. If only this stupid brute would of gone to some other terra and challenged them. But no, he had to come to Midnight Run and be a sick b****** about it.

Well, enough was enough. He was ready to fight. To fight to the death. And he would be the one walking away with his head held high and proud. But, of course, he would have many cuts and bruises. Not in a million years he would let a few boo-boos send him running from any brute that dares to challenge him. He felt like the Almighty of the World. He has had blood trickle down his skin before, but never from another brute. But who cared about that. He wanted to see blood run down the stag and see him drop dead and lifeless. But he then doubted that would happen. He hasn't heard any stories of a stallion dying like that in a fight and he wondered if it could happen now. He wanted this brute dead and no longer on earth. Maybe Mars or the Moon would be better. But not earth.

Yeah, a different planet. That would do. Definitely! Maybe he would die while he's there. No oxygen. How fun does that sound? Sounds awfully fun. All this thinking was making him feel dizzy. Never had he thought this much. Maybe he has, just doesn't remember the pain. There he goes again, thinking away again. He should be thinking up a strategy on how to beat this brute. On how to slaughter him. A lot of blood is what he really wanted to see. He felt like ripping the stag's throat out and then spitting the chunk of flesh and blood into his face. Nice image. Not. Need to stop doing that. These thoughts were beginning to scare him and he soon stopped thinking about it and remained strong and proud. Maybe too proud for his own good? Never!

Single fore piston struck at the terra firma, sending specks of dirt flying. Fire burned in his chocolate pupils. He tossed his strong, yet delicate crown up into the atmosphere and screamed a battle cry. This was it. He had to throw his attack like a wild wolverine taking down its prey. He felt like ripping this stallion's head off and mounting it on a tree trunk for good luck. How scary is that? He never had thought this way in his life. But he seemed to enjoy it oh so much. Evil grin crossed his maw and soon it was gone as a chilling wind brushed against his form. He snorted roughly, waiting. Just waiting. He wanted to attack first, yet he wanted to see what this brute was going to do. Then he would attack. He would attack hard like a great white shark yet swift like a fox. He wanted to win; win it all. He wanted to win it for himself and maybe a special mare that was out there. Somewhere.

All he wanted to do was to attack one blow, but it would be more like being hit five times in a row. He felt a bit too powerful, but that built up his confidence that he was going to walk away with an imaginary gold metal around his neck. What a victory that would be. Winning his first fight. This stallion looked too proud for himself. Thunder wasn't a bit nervous at all. He tilted his intelligent cranium toward the stag, looking into the other's pools. Was he nervous, scared, frightened? What? He couldn't tell, but hopefully he will find out. He stomped both fore pistons against the dirt and snarled. He felt like a predator stalking his prey, just waiting for the scared little animal to do something before he attacked.

Oh, yes. What a beautiful victory it will be. The image is already in his mind. But he was paying close attention to this brute as well. One minute they look all cute and innocent, the next they're slamming into you and sending you right into a tree. But that will never happen to Thunder, right? Agree, d**nit! He was too focused and yet still wondering and thinking and visualizing about this stuff all at once. He was multi-tasking all right. And he was surprised he wasn't falling on his face, but it wasn't that hard to stand, right? It was pure instinct to stand. He then soon came back to the fight. Questions came to him. What if he looses his home? What if he wins? Will it be bloody? How long will it last? All this questions repeated themselves a few times and then it just became silent. All around him. He shook his pelt slightly to wake himself up and then stood calmly, yet firmly standing his ground.

Simply standing there made him bored. What the hell? What was this stallion doing? Trying to scare him just by standing there looking like a cute little chipmunk? Ain't gonna happen, dude! The only thing that really scares him are predators that would hunt him down and eat him. But this horse? No way; no way in hell was he scared. He was not even close to being scared. He seriously doubted that this stag could scare a horse fly away. But that was just him, thinking the meanest, nastiest things he could imagine. It wasn't like him at all, yet he seemed to enjoy it. Maybe a little too much? Yeah. He even though so. Such wonder thoughts when you were ready to battle. This other stallion was in for it. There's going to be some killin' tonight..

(From another rpg =P)

[Darius]

Great job, awesome pic. Accepted, and welcome.

[Nightmare]

Thankies!