Post by symphony on Sept 8, 2013 8:00:38 GMT -5
Name :: Petrify
Age :: 3
Gender :: Colt
Breed :: Pinto
Height :: 15.3
Eyes :: One blue, one brown
Coat :: Black Overo
Mane & Tail :: Black
Alliance :: Possessed
Raven :: No
Personality :: Pet is just that; somebody's lost little pet. He's completely gullible and moldable to your needs, once you've given him a reason to serve you that he thinks is good enough (there's really no predicting what he'll accept and refuse though). He's a wicked little soul when not kept under a firm hand, creeping up on you or haunting some dark part of the land with his creepy features just for fun. He takes delight in the strangest, most wicked things, for no discernible reason.
Pet is a bit of a dunce, really, prone to failure and uncontrollable laughing fits over nothing, among other things. His mind holds nly one thing at a time, and rotates from complete focus to skipping from subject to subject with no apparent connection between them.
In short, he's a strange, unpredictable little creature from the dark depths of the lands, and no one really has the time or effort needed to bring him somewhat closer to sanity - he's just there to do their dirty work.
History :: The exact details have long since slipped through his sieve-like mind, but he vaguely remembers a plains area and a herd, and also being teased and pushed out by the other young horses in the herd. Still, he doggedly followed that herd, even after all the other colts and fillies of his age had struck out on their own, and his father let him hang around, not even feeling the least bit threatened by Pet because of his complete lack of a brain. The mares teased him then, even his mother - who had a bigger, prettier colt foal by then, this time with his head screwed on right - shortening his name to Pet and acting no better than any of the youngsters had. Stupid as he was though, over time the bad treatment turned Pet vicious and sour in response, twisting him until he barely noticed anything that truly was beautiful in the world. He didn't know what beautiful was.
Inevitably, one day he got a little too bold, lashing out at one of the herd leader's favourites, and bringing the wrath of his father down upon him. Pet had learnt by then though - not long after, the battle had been fought and Pet had scattered the entire herd. Then, then he stood completely alone in the world; not two days later, he picked up his feet and left that place, wandering far away looking for someone else to follow, but they all just put him to work against their enemies, or guarding them, or some other silly task or two, and then dumped him, leaving him to wander his way right out of their lives, until eventually, he wandered his way right into Ravenhaught.
Picture :: Coming
What site do you come from ::
Age :: 3
Gender :: Colt
Breed :: Pinto
Height :: 15.3
Eyes :: One blue, one brown
Coat :: Black Overo
Mane & Tail :: Black
Alliance :: Possessed
Raven :: No
Personality :: Pet is just that; somebody's lost little pet. He's completely gullible and moldable to your needs, once you've given him a reason to serve you that he thinks is good enough (there's really no predicting what he'll accept and refuse though). He's a wicked little soul when not kept under a firm hand, creeping up on you or haunting some dark part of the land with his creepy features just for fun. He takes delight in the strangest, most wicked things, for no discernible reason.
Pet is a bit of a dunce, really, prone to failure and uncontrollable laughing fits over nothing, among other things. His mind holds nly one thing at a time, and rotates from complete focus to skipping from subject to subject with no apparent connection between them.
In short, he's a strange, unpredictable little creature from the dark depths of the lands, and no one really has the time or effort needed to bring him somewhat closer to sanity - he's just there to do their dirty work.
History :: The exact details have long since slipped through his sieve-like mind, but he vaguely remembers a plains area and a herd, and also being teased and pushed out by the other young horses in the herd. Still, he doggedly followed that herd, even after all the other colts and fillies of his age had struck out on their own, and his father let him hang around, not even feeling the least bit threatened by Pet because of his complete lack of a brain. The mares teased him then, even his mother - who had a bigger, prettier colt foal by then, this time with his head screwed on right - shortening his name to Pet and acting no better than any of the youngsters had. Stupid as he was though, over time the bad treatment turned Pet vicious and sour in response, twisting him until he barely noticed anything that truly was beautiful in the world. He didn't know what beautiful was.
Inevitably, one day he got a little too bold, lashing out at one of the herd leader's favourites, and bringing the wrath of his father down upon him. Pet had learnt by then though - not long after, the battle had been fought and Pet had scattered the entire herd. Then, then he stood completely alone in the world; not two days later, he picked up his feet and left that place, wandering far away looking for someone else to follow, but they all just put him to work against their enemies, or guarding them, or some other silly task or two, and then dumped him, leaving him to wander his way right out of their lives, until eventually, he wandered his way right into Ravenhaught.
Picture :: Coming
What site do you come from ::
i looked/searched for it, and i only got your form, that doesn't work.
