Post by Summerr on May 5, 2010 14:01:34 GMT -6
Name-[/i] Vourvray Denvari Vece II
Gender-[/i] Stallion
Height-[/i] 16.3 hh
Alliance-[/i] Neutral
Herd- Light Water Springs
Rank- King
Breed-[/i] Lippizaner x Andalusian
Age-[/i] 5
Appearance-[/i]
Personality-[/i] A true gentleman. Three words that describe Vece easily. This light, sweet natured stallion is rather shy in the company of pretty females, though rarely shows it. Since he speaks both Spanish and English fluently, Vece has a nice, light accent in his English, and none at all in Spanish. He likes poetry, nature, and beautiful things. He can be rather a loner, but a good leader if he believes in the cause. And once you are his friend, you will always be his friend. Loyal , valiant and chivalrous, Vece would never turn his back on you, even if you stabbed him in the back. Loving and honest, Vece is easy to get along with, and works hard to be able to live in harmony with all the alliances. Of course darks are harder than neutrals, but he swallows his fear and pride for both.
Past-[/i] Born and raised in a mostly Spanish speaking herd, Vece led a plush life. Easy, comfortable,and treated like a prince, as the firstborn son of the lead stallion, he was held in high respect. His herd consisted of several dozen pure, or half bred Lippizaners, and Andalusians. (Spanish was the main language of the herd, though he spoke English as well.) Mostly, the fine little herd kept to themselves, skirting Run Like The Wind and other territories. Though they lived in forever fear of the Dark King of RLTW. They always imagined the day when he would come and drag them away into his lands, forever. His herd was Neutral, though they had a tendency to be Light. Growing up, little Vece heard terrible stories of ‘La Pista de Oscuridad’ or the Land of Darks (aka RLTW). As a foal, they were teased into good behavior by their parents saying things like “If you don’t quiet down this minute, I’ll send you over to la pista de oscuridad!” Or something along those lines. As he grew, news of the dangerous political situation in RLTW tortured him; the thought of all those lights trapped by a tyrannical king, and a neutral court who wanted nothing to do with the Lights. As soon as he was of age, Vece decided to enter Run Like the Wind, and see if he could rally the lights into a battle, and revitalize the broken society.
RP Example - * This is a post with my wolf, Fenris, I did two days ago*[/size]
Gender-[/i] Stallion
Height-[/i] 16.3 hh
Alliance-[/i] Neutral
Herd- Light Water Springs
Rank- King
Breed-[/i] Lippizaner x Andalusian
Age-[/i] 5
Appearance-[/i]
Personality-[/i] A true gentleman. Three words that describe Vece easily. This light, sweet natured stallion is rather shy in the company of pretty females, though rarely shows it. Since he speaks both Spanish and English fluently, Vece has a nice, light accent in his English, and none at all in Spanish. He likes poetry, nature, and beautiful things. He can be rather a loner, but a good leader if he believes in the cause. And once you are his friend, you will always be his friend. Loyal , valiant and chivalrous, Vece would never turn his back on you, even if you stabbed him in the back. Loving and honest, Vece is easy to get along with, and works hard to be able to live in harmony with all the alliances. Of course darks are harder than neutrals, but he swallows his fear and pride for both.
Past-[/i] Born and raised in a mostly Spanish speaking herd, Vece led a plush life. Easy, comfortable,and treated like a prince, as the firstborn son of the lead stallion, he was held in high respect. His herd consisted of several dozen pure, or half bred Lippizaners, and Andalusians. (Spanish was the main language of the herd, though he spoke English as well.) Mostly, the fine little herd kept to themselves, skirting Run Like The Wind and other territories. Though they lived in forever fear of the Dark King of RLTW. They always imagined the day when he would come and drag them away into his lands, forever. His herd was Neutral, though they had a tendency to be Light. Growing up, little Vece heard terrible stories of ‘La Pista de Oscuridad’ or the Land of Darks (aka RLTW). As a foal, they were teased into good behavior by their parents saying things like “If you don’t quiet down this minute, I’ll send you over to la pista de oscuridad!” Or something along those lines. As he grew, news of the dangerous political situation in RLTW tortured him; the thought of all those lights trapped by a tyrannical king, and a neutral court who wanted nothing to do with the Lights. As soon as he was of age, Vece decided to enter Run Like the Wind, and see if he could rally the lights into a battle, and revitalize the broken society.
RP Example - * This is a post with my wolf, Fenris, I did two days ago*[/size]
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]Ears twitched in amusement as he caught the tiny growls eminating from the fem. Still, he had to play it tough. He watched as she strained; then with a zesty twang, the muscle disengaged from the bone. Suddenly, the ess was all too aware of the massive presence above her. Fenris enjoyed the slow creeping of her gaze up, and up and up his frame. How she cringed beneath his hot garnet gaze, and how her voice came out in a distinct stutter. Heheh. Fenris eyed the auburn and white female again. He took her all in; the single wing, the colors, the ears, eyes, tail, scent, everything. Pricks flicked forward from their previously pinned state to catch her words. The wolf was terrified and repentant. Just as it should be, Fenris thought smugly.
Her words registered in his brain. Was he going to eat the entire moose tonight? He had gorged himself pretty thoroughly already. Not much was left. Enough for a small wolf, such as the one in front of him, but for a Drednaught… it would be a mere snack or just an appetizer before the main course. Rolling his ruby orbs skyward, Fenris took in the setting sun. The blaze of colors above him dazzled the brute – he loved red in all its forms. Pink, even. Fenris gazed at the heavens laid out above him, stretching on endlessly, painted all kinds of oranges and yellows, reds and pinks. He caught himself and mentally scolded himself for falling into such a reverie. In truth, the whole sky-gazing episode had been only a few seconds. Moments later he was back to himself, a great bristling mass of fur and flesh. He allowed his face to show he was contemplating her words – choosing what he was going to say with care.
“You speak the truth; I was not going to eat that entire carcass. Do with it as you wish. But asking may have worked just as well as thieving.”
Fenris lowered his armor just enough to send an easy smile her way. Taking two giant steps he cleared the moose, and the little female who had just dropped her stolen meat. His belly fur brushed the tip of her single wing – he nearly laughed aloud, as the feathers tickled him so badly. But with iron will, he moved on, over her and back to the place where he had lain. Though he did not stretch out or sleep. He turned and sat, paws tucked neatly beneath him. He faced away from her, into the sunset, the mixture of color and light a beautiful distraction from the horrible regularity of his life. Back to her, he decided it would be safe to do a little brooding. Now Fenris does not brood as you might think he does- he closes his eyes. Lids slid over the liquid red opts as he let out a deep breath, and just let the setting rays of the sun trickle through his pelt. He was irritated with himself. He had no life. Perhaps what he had just done would be just what he needed. Showing mercy to a wolf that he could have swallowed whole (after removing the wing of course) instead of running her off like he normally would have done. Strangely, though, Fenris found he wanted her company; he craved someone to talk to. Or sit in companionable silence with. The latter was more appealing to him, but he had a vague feeling that this little firecracker was anything but silent, when you came to know her. That didn’t discourage him; she would just have to talk to him – which could sometimes feel like talking to a rock – or keep quiet. Fenris thought she might do both. Talk his ear off and communicate like Fenris preferred to. Speaking only when necessary and using body language more often than words. Don’t get me wrong, its not as if Fenris didn’t like to talk. He just did not think wolves should talk as much as they usually did. At any rate, he sat facing the sun, and waiting for the adventure to begin.