Post by LyRiCs* on Dec 21, 2008 12:04:26 GMT -5
Name:
Lyrics
Characters Name:
Cancion
Status:
Living
Age:
6 prosperous summers
Gender:
Bronc
Breed:
Lusitano X Morgan
Color:
Buckskin
Height:
16.3 hands
Personality:
Cancion is that of a sincere gentleman. He is courteous to others, especially mares and foals, whom his is naturally charming towards. Though, he demands respect, giving it to those whom deserve it most. He is a lover and a fighter, and is more that willing to engage in a lethal battle if need be, even for pure pleasure.
History:
He has that of a peaceful past. Born an heir to the throne to his Lusitano father and Morgan mother. Both of whom were slaves to the humans for some time, then released to go forth and multiply, which, indeed they did. Born to the wilderness, Cancion is well accustomed to severe climate changes and lethally trained to stand his ground. Though, in the midst of countless mares, he was taught to be courteous to them. Though, for him, charm came naturally. Leaving by choice, Cancion wondered these lands, conjuring a bachelor band and leading it. Deciding to leave yet again, Cancion dreamed and aspired of a family and land of his own...
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Role Playing Sample:
Tis a post from jen_to.the.nie!'s site, Snow River Valley...
The dusk of day had faded long ago. Its wonderful play of hues upon the sky all drifted to a navy facade hours ago. Little white sparks in the atmosphere danced and twinkled, this movement said to relay messages to others from loved ones. A buckskin stallion moved silently through the night, under the silver orb's weak light. All audible from him was his heart beat, a steady strum contained within, and his paced breathing. His ebony limbs worked steadily at a smooth lope, his shods hardly leaving a noise from the terrain.
A form ahead moved, catching Cancion's attention and redirecting both his path and gait. Now going at a smooth, effortless jog, the bronc approached the figure. It's scent gave it away as a femme, a bloody vix. She spoke to him in a venomous tone. Cancion had been discovered. His smoky tenor rang out in reply. "I am just wandering about, searching for a mare. May I be so bold as to inquire your purpose of roaming at this hour?"
Emerging from the brush, Cancion now had the mare in full view, and was in her deadly gaze. She was a striking creature. Obviously that of Arabian blood, even if in diluted proportions. Her golden pelt was masked with blood. Fresh blood. The scent drove Cancion up the wall. He was instantly attracted to her, for she had obviously fought, and won. Out of sheer curiosity, the stag inquired, "and, whom was it that you are victorious over?" He left it at that, letting his words hang in the air. He gazed at the beautess, his dark brown orbs slowly changing to an amber hue as the scent of blood filled his nares. His flared nostrils welcomed the scent, relishing every intake of breath as he stood there before the mare.