Post by arikay on Dec 31, 2007 17:38:36 GMT -5
[Dubance]-Daniare
[Internals]-Brute
[Bloodlines]-Draft and warhorse foundations
[Towering]-17.3
[LifesPath]-Autonomy
[Past]
Somewhere off in his mind is a trapped thought. No more than a never ending itch which usually only exists on a subconsious level. Never really one to talk to others he is never asked of his past. But in the case that he was the asker would recive a blank stare. No knowledge held behind his twilight dark eyes. Only a deep understanding that he never would regain his first years of life. Perhaps they had been important. Mahaps it would have shown him whome his dam and sire were. But he never looks upon this.
You see Danaire was allways alone with the exception of his traveling partner Angele. In a way his exact opposite. But they both met simply by chance grazing of each other. He himself the reason. You see he was allways a fighter. Or at least others said. But in one fight with an older brute over a reason unknown only to him he recieved a hideous blow to his head. The right side of hise head little from crushed into oblivion. But he lived with the expence of his memories prior to that moment. All past interactions and meetings were. Gone. Only Angele stood clear. She herself was case out from her home by her tones. One which to some was repulsive among the darker hued equines.
But he didn`t see that. The then four year old stag only saw comfort in a world were little else existed. Naturally he stayed with her long after he should have left. He found himself not drawn to her with a love as a mate would but rather as a sister. So from that point on that is what she was. His opposite, yet kin. Stranger, yet sister. And so they went forth into the world as that. Determined that one day they would see the other off into a new and better life and they themselves would always be near. Now he only hopes to find another whome wich he can live each day for.
[Portrait]- Danaire is a very typically colored equine from where he lived. The natural tones in his coat blended with the mountain`s rocky landscape making him a hard target to spot. His coat seen in a bright light will often have a copper undertone which make him appear lighter in sunshine. But when the weather tones the light down you see his true color. A deep rich black that deepens in the summer as his coat grows shorter. But beside that he has a large pale white scar running from his right across his temple running up into his forelock. In addition a milky white sheen has appeared over his eyes. Giving the false look of blindness when in factuality it is merely a shading. Along with that he has four solid white stockings and a large blaze.
