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Name: Forgotten Sin
ID: 4
Gender: Stallion
Age: 2 yrs
Breed: Chwelei
Height: 17 hh
Geno: EE Aa Tt FlaFla
Pheno: Buckskin Tobiano with Flare
Import sheet: fav.me/d7egzjt
RP status: Open
Lineage: Starter
Personality: Dark, and brooding. Doesn't like being around others, but understands that some times he doesn't have much of a choice. Will be polite, but almost in a begrudging type of way. He isn't a charmer, but does have an extensive vocabulary. He's afraid to let any one in, and refuses to trust any one with his heart.
Story/History: Forgotten Sin hadn't always be called this. He had had another name, something that had been given to him by some one who cherished him. Some one who had loved him with all her heart. He couldn't recall what this calling had been. He didn't know why. He just could remember her soft touch, and her bubbly laugh. She wore a hat all the time on her head. He could remember vaguely the game he had created where he would snatch the hat from her head, and she'd get cross with him. She had said that she was ashamed of it. He never understood what she meant by this. She didn't have a mane like he had, but that didn't mean anything. Some horses didn't have manes, so why couldn't people have manes? He didn't know she was sick. He didn't know that one day, she wouldn't show up at all.
He could remember waiting for her, but she never came. Some one new would come, and give him his feed. Some one new would groom him, and take him out for his exercises. Some one new would tend to all of his needs, but they didn't care for him like she had. The stallion was confused. He was hurt, and growing more bitter every day he didn't hear that laugh, or feel her caress that felt like butterfly kisses. He began to act out, refusing to let the hands of this new person touch him. Refusing to eat the grain, or hay that was given to him. He fought in his harness, and made it difficult for any one to work him. Soon, they could do nothing with him, but turn him out to pasture where he would brood in the farthest corner of the coral, and stare out into the dark woods as if he were hypnotized by something. Only, he wasn't. He was aching from the inside out, and he wanted this pain to go away.
One day, a trailer had pulled up to the coral. This was nothing knew for the young stallion - he was used to other horses coming and going. He let out a huff, and turned his blue pools away from the trailer. Little did he know that he had been sold, and the trailer wasn't here for some one else - it was here for him! He felt the clutches of a rope close around his neck. The scratchy material rubbed against his skin, and his twin harks instantly touched his crown. He threw himself up onto powerful hind legs, and lashed at the air with his front columns. It nearly jerked the handler off his feet. The stallion landed on all four hooves once again, and unleashed his rage on the handler. He lunged, his enamels bared as he prepared to sink his teeth into the unsuspecting human. That was when another rope was tossed through the air, and tightened around his neck. It stopped him dead in his tracks, yanking him backwards. He turned his crown to see a human mounted on another Chwelei. He bared his teeth at his brother Chwelei.
Hellfire and brimstone could be seen in his eyes. For the second time in his life he had been betrayed by those that he had trusted to take care of him. In his state of mind, he couldn't understand that he had bitten the hand that fed him, and they had no use for a horse here that would not work well with others. It took a total of four ropes, and two more Chwelei to help get the enraged horse loaded into the trailer where he threw himself around a little more. It was then that one of the humans decided the best way to transport the horse with out him causing bodily injury to himself, or any one else was to give him a heavy sedative.
When he awoke, he found himself laying in a warm stall in a pile of hay. He blinked a few times, wondering where he had been sent when he looked up to find another horse peaking over the door at him. It smiled softly at him, and welcomed him to the barn. The young stallion huffed, and shakily got to his legs, and peered at his stall door. It had a name on it. They had dubbed him "Forgotten Sin". He tilted his crown to the side, and glanced once more about his settings. This was not where he was expecting to be sent off to. This place was much better than what he had imagined for the behavior he had displayed. Forgotten Sin then decided from this day on that he would do his part for he had been given a second chance, but he would never again allow any one into his heart.
Breeding slots:
(1)
(2)
(3)
(4)
(5)
(6)
(7)
(8)
Pwenyo:
0.5 for colored headshot
3 points for 5 paragraph story
Total: 3.5 Pwenyo
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Yay, I finally got him finished! His ref is waaaaaay late, but thanks to Nightmare-Curse for giving me a chance to finish him up. ^^
Breed
Creator of breed: Nightmare-Curse
ID: 4
Gender: Stallion
Age: 2 yrs
Breed: Chwelei
Height: 17 hh
Geno: EE Aa Tt FlaFla
Pheno: Buckskin Tobiano with Flare
Import sheet: fav.me/d7egzjt
RP status: Open
Lineage: Starter
Personality: Dark, and brooding. Doesn't like being around others, but understands that some times he doesn't have much of a choice. Will be polite, but almost in a begrudging type of way. He isn't a charmer, but does have an extensive vocabulary. He's afraid to let any one in, and refuses to trust any one with his heart.
Story/History: Forgotten Sin hadn't always be called this. He had had another name, something that had been given to him by some one who cherished him. Some one who had loved him with all her heart. He couldn't recall what this calling had been. He didn't know why. He just could remember her soft touch, and her bubbly laugh. She wore a hat all the time on her head. He could remember vaguely the game he had created where he would snatch the hat from her head, and she'd get cross with him. She had said that she was ashamed of it. He never understood what she meant by this. She didn't have a mane like he had, but that didn't mean anything. Some horses didn't have manes, so why couldn't people have manes? He didn't know she was sick. He didn't know that one day, she wouldn't show up at all.
He could remember waiting for her, but she never came. Some one new would come, and give him his feed. Some one new would groom him, and take him out for his exercises. Some one new would tend to all of his needs, but they didn't care for him like she had. The stallion was confused. He was hurt, and growing more bitter every day he didn't hear that laugh, or feel her caress that felt like butterfly kisses. He began to act out, refusing to let the hands of this new person touch him. Refusing to eat the grain, or hay that was given to him. He fought in his harness, and made it difficult for any one to work him. Soon, they could do nothing with him, but turn him out to pasture where he would brood in the farthest corner of the coral, and stare out into the dark woods as if he were hypnotized by something. Only, he wasn't. He was aching from the inside out, and he wanted this pain to go away.
One day, a trailer had pulled up to the coral. This was nothing knew for the young stallion - he was used to other horses coming and going. He let out a huff, and turned his blue pools away from the trailer. Little did he know that he had been sold, and the trailer wasn't here for some one else - it was here for him! He felt the clutches of a rope close around his neck. The scratchy material rubbed against his skin, and his twin harks instantly touched his crown. He threw himself up onto powerful hind legs, and lashed at the air with his front columns. It nearly jerked the handler off his feet. The stallion landed on all four hooves once again, and unleashed his rage on the handler. He lunged, his enamels bared as he prepared to sink his teeth into the unsuspecting human. That was when another rope was tossed through the air, and tightened around his neck. It stopped him dead in his tracks, yanking him backwards. He turned his crown to see a human mounted on another Chwelei. He bared his teeth at his brother Chwelei.
Hellfire and brimstone could be seen in his eyes. For the second time in his life he had been betrayed by those that he had trusted to take care of him. In his state of mind, he couldn't understand that he had bitten the hand that fed him, and they had no use for a horse here that would not work well with others. It took a total of four ropes, and two more Chwelei to help get the enraged horse loaded into the trailer where he threw himself around a little more. It was then that one of the humans decided the best way to transport the horse with out him causing bodily injury to himself, or any one else was to give him a heavy sedative.
When he awoke, he found himself laying in a warm stall in a pile of hay. He blinked a few times, wondering where he had been sent when he looked up to find another horse peaking over the door at him. It smiled softly at him, and welcomed him to the barn. The young stallion huffed, and shakily got to his legs, and peered at his stall door. It had a name on it. They had dubbed him "Forgotten Sin". He tilted his crown to the side, and glanced once more about his settings. This was not where he was expecting to be sent off to. This place was much better than what he had imagined for the behavior he had displayed. Forgotten Sin then decided from this day on that he would do his part for he had been given a second chance, but he would never again allow any one into his heart.
Breeding slots:
(1)
(2)
(3)
(4)
(5)
(6)
(7)
(8)
Pwenyo:
0.5 for colored headshot
3 points for 5 paragraph story
Total: 3.5 Pwenyo
__________________________________________________________________________________________
Yay, I finally got him finished! His ref is waaaaaay late, but thanks to Nightmare-Curse for giving me a chance to finish him up. ^^
Breed
Creator of breed: Nightmare-Curse
Image size
2592x1936px 1.37 MB
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