Post by lazuli on Apr 29, 2007 18:48:59 GMT -5
Say Me: Lazuli
Follow Me: neutral
Find Me: stallion
Live Me: five years
Bleed Me: American Mustang
Color Me: blue roan
Reach Me: 15.3 hh
[no markings]
Acts Me: coneited, proud, noble, upbeat, ambitious
History: Zuli was born the second son of the lead stallion of his herd, the first child of the beta mare. He was raised as an heir, should something have happened to his older half-brother, who was the crown prince of the herd. When Lapis turned four, he assumed the throne and chased Zuli, who was 1 1/2. Zuli has lived as a bachelor for the past three years and decided now that he is strong enough to found his own kingdom.
Taste Me:
Although his auds stood straight upon his skull and were not instead pinned flat, every other facet of the blue said he was dead serious. Dark optics blazed almost blue with sheer intensity, occasionally a flash of white would show. With a last warning buck, Lazuli stepped away and curled about to face his opponent.
Ha ha ha, I got you again, eh?
The bay's fore stocking was smeared pink with blood from a small gash. He looked bitter and undefeated.
Sure, but remember that you're older than me. Ouch, that stings.
The short, stocky colt nursed his wound and swished his lashes in annoyance. He was a fair fighter for his age, though he did still make a few newbie mistakes. He was only two, though. Not really even young enough to start his own herd. A long scar traced his shoulder from a failed attempt at a steal.
Lazuli admired the fiesty youngster that accompanied him in his bachelor band. He'd just joined them a couple of months ago. Every so often, a pair from the small band would engage in playfights to get ready to take their roles as leads one day. That day was coming soon for Lazuli. Despite the advice from his younger followers, Zuli waited until his fifth birthday so he could arrived strong and already wisened to take up a herd.
By the way, Kiev, I'm leaving soon. I'm ready to start my own herd.
The bay looked thoughtful and sad, but didn't want to show it.
Well, good luck, Lazuli. I'm sure you'll take all the pretty ones. They always croon for you fancy roans.
The blue made an impish gesture equivalent to a lopsided grin and nickered a farewell. When Kiev turned around to reply, the Blue was gone, and in his place a contrasting cloud of dust from the arid mesa soil.
Good by, noble knight. Good by, friend.
OOC: inquires as to lord of the twilight
Follow Me: neutral
Find Me: stallion
Live Me: five years
Bleed Me: American Mustang
Color Me: blue roan
Reach Me: 15.3 hh
[no markings]
Acts Me: coneited, proud, noble, upbeat, ambitious
History: Zuli was born the second son of the lead stallion of his herd, the first child of the beta mare. He was raised as an heir, should something have happened to his older half-brother, who was the crown prince of the herd. When Lapis turned four, he assumed the throne and chased Zuli, who was 1 1/2. Zuli has lived as a bachelor for the past three years and decided now that he is strong enough to found his own kingdom.
Taste Me:
Although his auds stood straight upon his skull and were not instead pinned flat, every other facet of the blue said he was dead serious. Dark optics blazed almost blue with sheer intensity, occasionally a flash of white would show. With a last warning buck, Lazuli stepped away and curled about to face his opponent.
Ha ha ha, I got you again, eh?
The bay's fore stocking was smeared pink with blood from a small gash. He looked bitter and undefeated.
Sure, but remember that you're older than me. Ouch, that stings.
The short, stocky colt nursed his wound and swished his lashes in annoyance. He was a fair fighter for his age, though he did still make a few newbie mistakes. He was only two, though. Not really even young enough to start his own herd. A long scar traced his shoulder from a failed attempt at a steal.
Lazuli admired the fiesty youngster that accompanied him in his bachelor band. He'd just joined them a couple of months ago. Every so often, a pair from the small band would engage in playfights to get ready to take their roles as leads one day. That day was coming soon for Lazuli. Despite the advice from his younger followers, Zuli waited until his fifth birthday so he could arrived strong and already wisened to take up a herd.
By the way, Kiev, I'm leaving soon. I'm ready to start my own herd.
The bay looked thoughtful and sad, but didn't want to show it.
Well, good luck, Lazuli. I'm sure you'll take all the pretty ones. They always croon for you fancy roans.
The blue made an impish gesture equivalent to a lopsided grin and nickered a farewell. When Kiev turned around to reply, the Blue was gone, and in his place a contrasting cloud of dust from the arid mesa soil.
Good by, noble knight. Good by, friend.
OOC: inquires as to lord of the twilight
