Skylark

[lily]

Name: Skylark
Age: 6 years
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15.1hh
Colour: Chestnut Overo
Eye Colour: Bottle green
Gender: Male
Markings: Overo markings (see above picture)
History:

I was given the name Skylark but it is only a name ,
Some, they call me Sky but I couldn’t care less
Yes I am a male but don’t underestimate me
I’ve wondered the earth for five years so don’t count me out yet
A mix of Arabian and Lakota blood is stunning and impressive
I live among the loners but perhaps there is something better
A hint of mocha and ebony is among the clear alabaster
Long flowing tendrils of ebony, mocha, and alabaster adding the perfect compliment
Normal lenses of nearly ebony seem to stare right through you
My Father Droyan was honourable and had earned my respect
My mother, on the other hand was adrenaline quite the opposite situation
As far as I know none share the blood of both parents of mine.


Sometimes just a glance is just not enough to determine somebody’s personality. For Skylark’s change and shift so many times that it can slide back into one place before jumping to another in a short amount of time. Some consider this as bi-polar but his mood swings occur over a few minutes and not in a split second. A few minutes feels just like a few seconds in someone else’s life. It is blatantly obvious when his mood is changing, giving his companion a warning before it happens. A cumulative display of his personality would be impossible to see all at once as many of his trait conflict with one another more than they are very slight variations of each other. However, it can be simplified into the traits that mainly remain within him despite this mood at a single moment in time. Always, no matter what swing he happens to be in, he always seems to carry a cunning way of thinking. Even if a cloud has settled across his brain, his intelligence always seems to cut through.

He has the ability to see all angles to things, picturing a location or place and locating each advantage and disadvantage point. He enjoys playing small pranks on others and, being sly, his victims often don’t realize that they have been a victim unless he actually reveals himself to them. Each time he does something using his cunning, he seems to refine his tricks and strategies so, at this point, he has developed a frightening array of ideas and schemes in his head. Fitting side by side with that cunning is his thoughtfulness. Often times he finds himself in a secluded area that is void of other creatures and noises just so he can stop and think. This he thinks of as his most valuable trait as, when he finds himself in a swing that could possibly harm others when he doesn’t want to , he retreats to those places where he can sit back and relax until the moment passes. His brains seem to work the best in the company of the light and sun as the darkness he feels as if it is too pressing.

Things like petty arguments and false loves truly get him riled up. After many years he has figured out how to suppress anger but it always shows plainly upon his face, readable just like words of the pages of a book. Sometimes, when he feels enraged beyond anything, he becomes quite the bat out of hell- And you have to go deeper.