Post by The Stallion Nunki on Sept 22, 2008 18:01:40 GMT -5
Name- Nunki
age - 5
Height - 15 Hands
Breed - Quarter Horse
Gender - Male
colour - Buckskin
History - History: Noble was his father with his head thingyed high and hair of dark black streaming back. He could look at another stallion and the frightened male would run for the hills at top speeds. Most of the mares and outside herds found his father to be just, loyal and worthy to be a head stallion of a prized and coveted land. His mares always healthy, his fouls strong and the eating and grazing was considered the greenest.
So many times he had been told this story by his mother and yet the look in her eyes haunting him even now. The year she was born, a perfect day with the clouds that whispered by so sweetly and carefree blanketed the lush ground in patches. The sweet scent of blooming flowers, bugs and butterflies all fluttered about as the light creamy dun mare settled down to give birth. It seemed like hours when only it was less and soon large doe likes met the world in a blinding light.
A colt was born into a world of the free. The son of a noble stallion. He had watched from afar but no one even moved to greet the new colt into the folds of a large herd. It was his mothers wish he would be site aside to adjust. That day he learned to walk, to nurse and to play on large slender legs. His coat fuzzy and head a little to big but the other mares gave their excited cries that he was handsome.
personality - Quick to temper, loyal, just, understanding, kind, harsh and demanding when need be. Nunki had a sense of honor that runs deep in his veins even if at times he is a little hot-headed. He is a wonderful friend and ally but can become a lethal and dangerous enemy so long as other stallions and mares do not cross him. He is also a jealous stallion over any mare he might feel is his. But with all Nunki’s good and bad traits he still remains a good stallion at heart.
island - Hentra
Example rp -
“Tie him down” The largest man yelled in that boisterous tone to the other two men that gave it their all in keeping hold of the beast. His lips quivered, body trembled in rage, fear and madness one would have equated with a lion that got it’s tail pulled one to many times. Gums snarled in a bark of commands. “To your left… Hold him… Tie the rope down… Tighter will you… What good are you?” Men scrambled to do his bidding, smashing into one another without thought and only making a mess of things. This was after all what was expected, what was the norm right? The horse, a black and noble beast lifted, whined in that shattering, bone-chilling sound that filled the air around them with an eerie feel. Tarron watched as the beast lifted again and again, it had taken him months to catch, months to find and now he holds the court of his Kingdom… Well his fathers as it was but that will end soon he was sure. Ebony mane lifted, flying with such grace that he held his breath in appreciation. The horse was massive, to large to be any horse from his line of breedings and the breeders of his horses could not even light a match to this one. The ground reverberated in the animals strength. Blood bumped in and out of the animals heart making Tarron come to respect the beast but all things wild much become tame or so his father had told him to many times to count. One of the men holding the black stallion was tugged forward and hit with a clip of the horses hoof. Coward… Of all of was, just as it had happened the image was folding in front of him, Tarron reacted swiftly, jumped from his chair, rushed to the high fence and in little to no effort he claimed up and jumped over just in time to take the rope. The last man holding the best was tossed like a rag doll. “Whip… Hold him tighter, secure the ropes.” Men rushed to do just that and the moment a whip was in his hands the handle gripped tightly, muscles along his arm bunched and flexed as the beast struggled to fight. As the ropes had been tightened forcing the beast to stand with little to no movement Tarron uncoiled the whip, long and leather he welded it with a masters precision. Just seeing the black tightly wrapped leather sent the horse into a frenzy. He lifted, thrusting his body back and forth but it only made him look more and more ready to give in, to give up. Tarron had been counting on just that. With a sway of his arm, the leather slithered along the ground kicking up dust as he moved it. His body working along side and after three or four sways he gave it a jerk and almost savagely did the whip lift and snap forward not even hitting the horse just close, to close for the horses liking and that only sent the beast into a rage. Men scrambled to tighten the ropes of the horse. Tarron only let the snap of the whip lick just above the animals head, once twice, a third time always waiting between each for the horse to thrash about. In the end the horse stood, legs trembled, it’s sides heaving, it’s body quivering and the muscles, skin enflamed as the white foamy sweat slide down his mouth and along his body making it look pathetic. Only then did Tarron move closer, the horse only moved it’s ears back but it was to weak to fight anymore and let Tarron touch it’s heated flesh. “Here…Now that was not so bad…” His voice was smooth, like liquid velvet along soft peaches and cream flesh.
Password - Do I really need a password? If so then I say "never say never"
age - 5
Height - 15 Hands
Breed - Quarter Horse
Gender - Male
colour - Buckskin
History - History: Noble was his father with his head thingyed high and hair of dark black streaming back. He could look at another stallion and the frightened male would run for the hills at top speeds. Most of the mares and outside herds found his father to be just, loyal and worthy to be a head stallion of a prized and coveted land. His mares always healthy, his fouls strong and the eating and grazing was considered the greenest.
So many times he had been told this story by his mother and yet the look in her eyes haunting him even now. The year she was born, a perfect day with the clouds that whispered by so sweetly and carefree blanketed the lush ground in patches. The sweet scent of blooming flowers, bugs and butterflies all fluttered about as the light creamy dun mare settled down to give birth. It seemed like hours when only it was less and soon large doe likes met the world in a blinding light.
A colt was born into a world of the free. The son of a noble stallion. He had watched from afar but no one even moved to greet the new colt into the folds of a large herd. It was his mothers wish he would be site aside to adjust. That day he learned to walk, to nurse and to play on large slender legs. His coat fuzzy and head a little to big but the other mares gave their excited cries that he was handsome.
personality - Quick to temper, loyal, just, understanding, kind, harsh and demanding when need be. Nunki had a sense of honor that runs deep in his veins even if at times he is a little hot-headed. He is a wonderful friend and ally but can become a lethal and dangerous enemy so long as other stallions and mares do not cross him. He is also a jealous stallion over any mare he might feel is his. But with all Nunki’s good and bad traits he still remains a good stallion at heart.
island - Hentra
Example rp -
“Tie him down” The largest man yelled in that boisterous tone to the other two men that gave it their all in keeping hold of the beast. His lips quivered, body trembled in rage, fear and madness one would have equated with a lion that got it’s tail pulled one to many times. Gums snarled in a bark of commands. “To your left… Hold him… Tie the rope down… Tighter will you… What good are you?” Men scrambled to do his bidding, smashing into one another without thought and only making a mess of things. This was after all what was expected, what was the norm right? The horse, a black and noble beast lifted, whined in that shattering, bone-chilling sound that filled the air around them with an eerie feel. Tarron watched as the beast lifted again and again, it had taken him months to catch, months to find and now he holds the court of his Kingdom… Well his fathers as it was but that will end soon he was sure. Ebony mane lifted, flying with such grace that he held his breath in appreciation. The horse was massive, to large to be any horse from his line of breedings and the breeders of his horses could not even light a match to this one. The ground reverberated in the animals strength. Blood bumped in and out of the animals heart making Tarron come to respect the beast but all things wild much become tame or so his father had told him to many times to count. One of the men holding the black stallion was tugged forward and hit with a clip of the horses hoof. Coward… Of all of was, just as it had happened the image was folding in front of him, Tarron reacted swiftly, jumped from his chair, rushed to the high fence and in little to no effort he claimed up and jumped over just in time to take the rope. The last man holding the best was tossed like a rag doll. “Whip… Hold him tighter, secure the ropes.” Men rushed to do just that and the moment a whip was in his hands the handle gripped tightly, muscles along his arm bunched and flexed as the beast struggled to fight. As the ropes had been tightened forcing the beast to stand with little to no movement Tarron uncoiled the whip, long and leather he welded it with a masters precision. Just seeing the black tightly wrapped leather sent the horse into a frenzy. He lifted, thrusting his body back and forth but it only made him look more and more ready to give in, to give up. Tarron had been counting on just that. With a sway of his arm, the leather slithered along the ground kicking up dust as he moved it. His body working along side and after three or four sways he gave it a jerk and almost savagely did the whip lift and snap forward not even hitting the horse just close, to close for the horses liking and that only sent the beast into a rage. Men scrambled to tighten the ropes of the horse. Tarron only let the snap of the whip lick just above the animals head, once twice, a third time always waiting between each for the horse to thrash about. In the end the horse stood, legs trembled, it’s sides heaving, it’s body quivering and the muscles, skin enflamed as the white foamy sweat slide down his mouth and along his body making it look pathetic. Only then did Tarron move closer, the horse only moved it’s ears back but it was to weak to fight anymore and let Tarron touch it’s heated flesh. “Here…Now that was not so bad…” His voice was smooth, like liquid velvet along soft peaches and cream flesh.
Password - Do I really need a password? If so then I say "never say never"
