Post by Mafau on Feb 19, 2012 23:45:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #121212;,true][cs=2] Mafau There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. |
| [atrb=width,400] Pronounced - May + Fow A P P E A R A N C E Breed: Shire x Gypsy Vanner Gender: Stallion Age: 8 ~ Ages in Winter Height: 18.2 hands Race: Unicorn Horn: Black and thick. Bonelike, it curves upwards and holds many spikes, like a dog's collar Eyes: Red Coat: Black Hooves: Dark and blunt Markings / Objects: One bloodstained splash marking on his left lower barrel. He wears the massive rib cage of his father around his own, and enjoys the feeling of every twist and turn when the too small ends poke between his own gnarly muscle. Tail: Bushy and black with tiny silver strands towards the top. P E R S O N A L I T Y . deceitful . rough . immoral . gory . malevolent . lusty . He is a picture of rotting dead, but from the brain. He is the discomfort of grinding teeth in the night, as screams rupture from every damned soul of which teeth have met the meat heart. There is no warmth in his smile, it glares with scarlet eyes that match the blood on his lips. He drinks in the agony as his wine, and finds the seemingly unbearable torture his rapture. H I S T O R Y He was the malicious night, screaming as every haunt turned, and ran. They knew the birth of a heir was intimate; and with the bulky chuckle, his father rose his forelegs into the air, and struck down the bearer. There was none better to raise the son than himself; and he took him with strength and blunt terror. Death was too far near, as his father knew the path he would take straight to hell. Mafau did slay his father with the morbid head he drew. He cut out the heartbeat, and wore it around his neck, but little did he know about rotting. It embellished his neck like a ruby diamond for three days, the last, falling to the heat of a step. He felt the need to hail his father further so he gutted and sought his rib cage. Being young and not exactly grown he slipped underneath like a harness, and they grew together. It tightly wraps into his skin now, and noisily digs into the ripped tissue with ease as he walks. Later, he earned his hatred, and grew past the widths of his father's rib cage. He learned his loins, and the drive devoured him. He severely murdered, raped, and tortured many fine mares much too far before their time. Even stallions were victims at times, and the brute had never met his match. He wandered alone, defeating and slaughtering everything in mere sight. One day, amongst all of the begging he found one young girl who was as evil and sultry as he. She had taken up beside him, and raised a kingdom of Spartan worthy children with him. Mafau did not call this love, he was not soft enough for it. Neylesh called it love once, and once it was. He took her to bed one final time, and showed her what love was. It was until blood spilled from her eyes that he stopped. He wanders alone again. L I N E A G E Parents Daybai x Frothserious Offspring Too many. M A G I C Dark x Water ~ Can transform any liquid into toxic waste. "talk" |
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