Post by renegadesgirl on Feb 21, 2010 13:38:25 GMT -5
Name: Bane
Age: 6
Gender: stallion
Breed: Thoroughbred QH Cross
Height: 16 hh
Color: black
Eye Color: brown
Markings: white star
Personality: Bane is very soft- and kind. Truthfully, he is. His loving heart shows through his compassionate eyes. He is also somewhat shy, and doesn't like to cause trouble. Like his half brother, Whip Lash, he is more of a peacemaker. But if you tick him off, he's a basterd to fight, dangerous and malicious.
History: Bane was born into a dark herd. One wher the horses didn't have hearts let alone feelings ( other than anger and lust, of course), and two stallions looking over it. His father, KeCay, was a cold blooded stallion, who reveled in putting his son to shame. Bane trained to be like his father, and soon at age three, his wish came true. In a dangerous, and bloody battle, he killed many at his father's side. But when time came, one stallion spooked him enough to run, Helios. He ran, because the brute was just like him. It was all too clear, he needed to change. He was tired of his sick and twisted ways. Trying to settle down many times, he just couldn't. He ran into the river valley, tired and depressed, too exhausted to run any more.
Age: 6
Gender: stallion
Breed: Thoroughbred QH Cross
Height: 16 hh
Color: black
Eye Color: brown
Markings: white star
Personality: Bane is very soft- and kind. Truthfully, he is. His loving heart shows through his compassionate eyes. He is also somewhat shy, and doesn't like to cause trouble. Like his half brother, Whip Lash, he is more of a peacemaker. But if you tick him off, he's a basterd to fight, dangerous and malicious.
History: Bane was born into a dark herd. One wher the horses didn't have hearts let alone feelings ( other than anger and lust, of course), and two stallions looking over it. His father, KeCay, was a cold blooded stallion, who reveled in putting his son to shame. Bane trained to be like his father, and soon at age three, his wish came true. In a dangerous, and bloody battle, he killed many at his father's side. But when time came, one stallion spooked him enough to run, Helios. He ran, because the brute was just like him. It was all too clear, he needed to change. He was tired of his sick and twisted ways. Trying to settle down many times, he just couldn't. He ran into the river valley, tired and depressed, too exhausted to run any more.
