Renji/Stallion

[Xatu]

Name: Renji means Range in Japanese
Age: 5 years old
Gender: male
Rank: Loner
Short Descripiton: Renji is a bright chestnut colour, and has four stockings and a blaze.
Description:

As stated before, Renji is a total bright chestnut, almost a flaming ginger or orange, with some markings. His markings consist of four stockings and a large blaze, wider than most, but not a full white face. His mane and tail are still a paler shade of the flaming reddish-orange. He is not broad, or tall for that matter. He stands probably sixteen hands tall. His bone structure is also thin-looking, but strong. His head is slightly dished, but not terribly much. Due to the slight look of an Arabian, and that of a Thoroughbred, he is infact half of each.

Personality:

Renji is dark in his mind, meaning he is evil. He doesn't like anything at all, well that is not true. He loves torturing mares and young foals. He usually is possesive and deeply forceful. He will do anything that can make him get what he wants. However, due to this what seems horrid side to him, he also has a somewhat good side to him. He can be nice, and caring to those close to him. If he feels that a creature can give respect to all, and follow the acts of Bushido*, and are worthy of their own respect.

*Bushido is the way of the Warrior, and provides respect, and gentlemanly conduct to all of lower and upper ranks.

History:

The Beginning
At the time of his birth, slightly over five years ago, Renji was born. To a lone mare, who was forcebred by a powerful stallion with plenty of mares to choose from. After giving birth to him, his mother abandoned him, giving him to the loner way of life from the youngest possible age. Due to this, Renji has always found it tough to stick to a herd, therefore, he never did. Renji, since his birth had to train to fight off any of his predators, such as wolves and other horses when he was small.
Right Now
Renji is going to try to give herd life another go, but if he finds it hard (well to hard for him), he will become another solitary stallion crossing the ways and staying out of reach from others.

IC:

When Darkness Turns To Light...

Her daggers hit the earth, leaving her prints. Her audits pressed against her head. Nares flared bodice heaving, tiara trust forward. Tassels and banner flowing out in the wind. Her flaxen colours flying like a flag. "Hoist the colours!" She thought in her mind.

She slowed to a three-beat pace, easily. She shook her tassels off her nape, which was beginning to annoy her. Her palomino bod rippled, in the wind. She took in a breath, nares flaring. She scented a smell, but she could not decipher it.

She pounded the earth, and screamed. Calling all and the ones here to come to her. She pricked her audits, straining to listen to the sounds.

Nothing. She said.

Her daggers pounded the earth once more. Her scream to all, sacrificing herself to have what she wants most. Masquerade dipped her head, flicked her banner, side to side and took a few steps forward. Banner limp, eyes losing all emotion. She now looked oh, so, pathetic. Even though how pathetic she may look, it was her plan. A plan, an, oh, so, devious plan, that would get her what she wanted most. A home, a stag, maybe a chance at a foal. Nevertheless, she was a virgin mare, at four years, old. Nearly unheard of.

The mare snorted before rising her head up. The usual evil, and power-hungry mare, was lonely and depressed. Unusual for Masquerade, when she has not even met a stag as of yet.

Low of energy and stamina, the mare closed her eyes, and eased her breathing so that she would drift off to a peaceful sleep….

Before she knew it, she was on the ground! Legs no longer supporting her frame. She awoke, disturbed, and sore around her legs. She knew she had to rest, she knew it, but she did not take heed of what her mind told her. Once again, before she could stop herself she drifted off to sleep, and dreams consumed her.

Moments later feeling the warmth of something awoke, unknowingly that something more evil than her own self, was coming. She did not know what, when, why or how. Her and all things she knew and loved would soon be destroyed. Well….or so it felt. No matter the dream, no matter the cause, this mare, Masquerade, believes that nothing will stop her.

“As if an extreme, evil could defeat me.” She thought. Her own mind, going back to its extreme evilness, and power-hungriness.

“To defeat me would be a horrible nightmare. If something, more evil than me, destroys my future it will also be destroyed." The mare thought. "Good thing, not one knows my name."

It ends Tonight...It ends tonight...

[Note: This is the exact same sample given to Silke, I have been noted not to use much Wolf-speak 'RPG Vocab' and will not. The sample is just to show my previous experience roleplaying horses.]