Azrael
Nov 16, 2012 10:59:02 GMT -5
Post by lily on Nov 16, 2012 10:59:02 GMT -5
Name: Azrael
Age: Unknown
Breed: Arabian
Height: 16hh
Colour: Dappled-Grey
Eye Colour: Cerulean
Gender: Stallion
Markings: Appropriate dappling, pink snip, white stripe
History:
The assassin- Case cold.
It all began on a skin-crawling night. Our setting is within the deepest depths of the Arabian Desert were no man has ever voyaged before. The sands were no longer a dwelling of tranquillity and harmony; instead they were a ruthless duelling ground. A place, where horses would seek to pitilessly bout with each other, in order to illustrate dominance and power. The more authoritative one was, the more mares that stallion received and the more fear from onlookers he would gain. It was a battle of ultimate supremacy. Herds formed quickly, the strongest males of course gained control. All in all, there were five major herds, with many lesser allying herds surrounding them as support systems.
It had now become the norm for lead stallions not to fight themselves, but to nominate others from their herds to battle in their place. The combats would rage for hours, gory, vehement battles, usually too the death. For if a stallion surrendered, he could be sure his herd would slaughter him sickeningly shortly after. A great feud began between a stallion named Kamakure and his paramount adversary, Exodus. Both steeds sent their most skilled and prestigious warriors, and upon each battle a copious horse was lost. Kamakure grew tired of these consent stalemates, and contoured himself a admirable plan to win the reign over all others. He grew his own warrior.
The foal was taken from the mare with the strongest heart, and the seed of the stallion that held to upmost power and courage. The results were incredible, but not without their grave consequences. Azrael was born. A stallion, which could not be matched, in mind nor in battle. Since the day of his birth, he was permanently being tested and cultured, his mind forced to accept the ways of combat, whilst his body was obligated to undertake extreme battering each sunrise without fail.
In the ring, he overtook Exodus’ stallions with ease and very soon he was the most feared warrior who wandered the sands. But Azrael himself was not at all well; he had received no knowledge in socializing with others. All he knew was how to massacre an army. He did not even wish to speak to the others, yet his quick to anger personality was of immense interest to others. Although, they did not last long when they pushed him to his limit. Azrael, was sought after by the other herds to finish their dirty work, with his lust of killing never fully satisfied he was at no objection. After completing Kamakure’s needs he was soon banished from the herd, for Kamakure was getting increasingly paranoid that Azrael would try and challenge him for the herd. This is where his story continues, here in Sunshine River.
Be warned now. Nobody is safe. Realize that, with every passing second, Azrael just experienced another bout of blood lust, it was just a horse’s final moment on earth. They are now gone for the rest of eternity. Realize that, as each second goes by, the chances of the next one being your last become greater, and greater, and greater.