Post by WolfBane on Jan 25, 2009 11:39:42 GMT -5
Name:Rhipidellome (rip-eh-dell-ahm)
Breed: Warlander
Age: 14
Alliance: light
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3hh
Personality: Be prepared for the kindest horse you will ever meet! Though he is large, he is very kind and forgiving when it comes to mares. He is friendly towards stallions, even if they act a bit hostile. If mare or stallion harm him or his family, the stallion could expect quick death. Mares will only get banished. He is quite charming with the ladies. They may think he uses charm to get to his lands, but all in all, he never loses it.
Appearance: Rhipidellome is a large blood bay stallion with white socks on all fours. He has a white bald head, two cerulean eyes. He has a ratted mane, and an exceptionally long tail that nearly reaches the round. Mane and tail are kissed by midnight silk. Rhipidellome is a big boned stallion, and very muscular. He has a thick medium length neck. He has long, sturdy legs to support his mass.
History: Rhipidellome was raised by the largest herd in the terriotries he was surrounded by. He was reared by his small mother. Dellome's bloodlines consist of purebred, huge warlanders. His mother, as mentioned, was surprisingly small. But she reared a large colt that was the pride of the whole herd. Dellome was expected to lead the herd, but he refused the position as heir. He wanted to gather his own herd, to becoome a real stallion. Not taking over the old herd. His father respected his choice, and the day before Dellome was to leave,his father died of old age. Since Dellome was still around, everyone looked at him expectantly. He announced the herd would be ruled by the senior warriors. Everyone agreed. Each senior stallion and mare were all different, balancing each other out. So Dellome left, knowing his father's herd was in good hooves. He traveled for a very long time. He grew more charming all the time. He battled for mares, never losing. He loved each mare he got equally, never getting a lead mare. Each senior mare shared the role. Suddenly, a pack of cannibalistic stallions came and ravaged Dellome's land. He was patrolling the other side, and the mares were raped. Some were killed and thier pelts ripped from their hide. Others dragged away to be sexually abused. In his fury after finding the wreckage, he followed the smaller group after the cannibals had broken apart. He killed every one of them. But hsi mares were close to death. He stayed with them, tirlessly helping them into permanent sleep. After that, he found each small group of the canibals, and killed them. Only a couple groups contained his live mares. He was happy to help those who still had a life to live. He finally came up on the final,larger herd. He gathered other stallions who were sabotaged, and they mercilessly killed every horse who wasn't recognizable. They saved mares, freeing them. Years later now, Dellome is wandering about, and he comes across this valley. He hopes to carry on until he dieds.
Breed: Warlander
Age: 14
Alliance: light
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3hh
Personality: Be prepared for the kindest horse you will ever meet! Though he is large, he is very kind and forgiving when it comes to mares. He is friendly towards stallions, even if they act a bit hostile. If mare or stallion harm him or his family, the stallion could expect quick death. Mares will only get banished. He is quite charming with the ladies. They may think he uses charm to get to his lands, but all in all, he never loses it.
Appearance: Rhipidellome is a large blood bay stallion with white socks on all fours. He has a white bald head, two cerulean eyes. He has a ratted mane, and an exceptionally long tail that nearly reaches the round. Mane and tail are kissed by midnight silk. Rhipidellome is a big boned stallion, and very muscular. He has a thick medium length neck. He has long, sturdy legs to support his mass.
History: Rhipidellome was raised by the largest herd in the terriotries he was surrounded by. He was reared by his small mother. Dellome's bloodlines consist of purebred, huge warlanders. His mother, as mentioned, was surprisingly small. But she reared a large colt that was the pride of the whole herd. Dellome was expected to lead the herd, but he refused the position as heir. He wanted to gather his own herd, to becoome a real stallion. Not taking over the old herd. His father respected his choice, and the day before Dellome was to leave,his father died of old age. Since Dellome was still around, everyone looked at him expectantly. He announced the herd would be ruled by the senior warriors. Everyone agreed. Each senior stallion and mare were all different, balancing each other out. So Dellome left, knowing his father's herd was in good hooves. He traveled for a very long time. He grew more charming all the time. He battled for mares, never losing. He loved each mare he got equally, never getting a lead mare. Each senior mare shared the role. Suddenly, a pack of cannibalistic stallions came and ravaged Dellome's land. He was patrolling the other side, and the mares were raped. Some were killed and thier pelts ripped from their hide. Others dragged away to be sexually abused. In his fury after finding the wreckage, he followed the smaller group after the cannibals had broken apart. He killed every one of them. But hsi mares were close to death. He stayed with them, tirlessly helping them into permanent sleep. After that, he found each small group of the canibals, and killed them. Only a couple groups contained his live mares. He was happy to help those who still had a life to live. He finally came up on the final,larger herd. He gathered other stallions who were sabotaged, and they mercilessly killed every horse who wasn't recognizable. They saved mares, freeing them. Years later now, Dellome is wandering about, and he comes across this valley. He hopes to carry on until he dieds.