Post by Skye-Blue. on Mar 29, 2013 18:19:57 GMT -5
My name is War Bonnet, I'm sure you've heard of me
I have experienced nine summers
My breed is unknown, though certainly with mustang and draft
I am a stallion,
I stand at sixteen point three hands
My coat is bay roan
My eyes are a startling shade of burgundy.
He was taken from his mother at the age of one year, and handed over to the stallions. He was beaten and abused, but one old stud took pity on him and took him under his wing. He was War Bonnet's adoptive father, but dont start thinking he harbored any affection for the young colt, nor the colt any for him. Quite the opposite, it was just a mutual need that drove them together. The old timer taught War to fight so he'd be prepared for the Ring, and War made sure to save his mentor some hay.
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The bay roan was two when he was put into the ring, the in-season female tied to a post and cowering away. The black stallion lunged at War, teeth aiming for his neck. The bay roan dodged, rearing to strike out at his foe with his hooves.
Once the battle was over, War Bonnet was given time to take the mare before he was shoved back into the paddock, the other stallions looking upon him with a new sense of respect.
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After his mentor's brutal death, War Bonnet became sulky and reclusive and would strike out at any who came too near. Soon he was put into a seperate enclosure and only taken out for fights. He could kill his opponent with robotic efficiency and take the mare without a sign of remorse. But, he wanted more. You see, War Bonnet was ambitious and a role model for the greedy. He wanted more than just bloodshed and mares. He wanted the world, and he would have it.
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After a particuarly bloody fight, War fought against his handlers and broke free, hightailing it for the horizon, never to be seen again by humanity. He was come to Efre and plans to take it over, rule it with an iron hoof. If any oppose him, they shall die.
One already has, a blood bay mustang named Devil Fire. Devil stood in War's way of a mare, which he didnt take kindly to, and now the bay roan has it out for him. He will die, and he will grovel at War's hooves before his death- from this nothing shall sway him.
I have experienced nine summers
My breed is unknown, though certainly with mustang and draft
I am a stallion,
I stand at sixteen point three hands
My coat is bay roan
My eyes are a startling shade of burgundy.
He was taken from his mother at the age of one year, and handed over to the stallions. He was beaten and abused, but one old stud took pity on him and took him under his wing. He was War Bonnet's adoptive father, but dont start thinking he harbored any affection for the young colt, nor the colt any for him. Quite the opposite, it was just a mutual need that drove them together. The old timer taught War to fight so he'd be prepared for the Ring, and War made sure to save his mentor some hay.
----
The bay roan was two when he was put into the ring, the in-season female tied to a post and cowering away. The black stallion lunged at War, teeth aiming for his neck. The bay roan dodged, rearing to strike out at his foe with his hooves.
Once the battle was over, War Bonnet was given time to take the mare before he was shoved back into the paddock, the other stallions looking upon him with a new sense of respect.
----
After his mentor's brutal death, War Bonnet became sulky and reclusive and would strike out at any who came too near. Soon he was put into a seperate enclosure and only taken out for fights. He could kill his opponent with robotic efficiency and take the mare without a sign of remorse. But, he wanted more. You see, War Bonnet was ambitious and a role model for the greedy. He wanted more than just bloodshed and mares. He wanted the world, and he would have it.
----
After a particuarly bloody fight, War fought against his handlers and broke free, hightailing it for the horizon, never to be seen again by humanity. He was come to Efre and plans to take it over, rule it with an iron hoof. If any oppose him, they shall die.
One already has, a blood bay mustang named Devil Fire. Devil stood in War's way of a mare, which he didnt take kindly to, and now the bay roan has it out for him. He will die, and he will grovel at War's hooves before his death- from this nothing shall sway him.