About Me

I have no idea why you are here, or what you think you want from me. Do you expect a story, a tale of great wonders of a prince in a far away land. Well this prince is far different. I am Ash Shaytan, prince of darkness, but in truth it is simply a metaphor for Prince of Nothingness, for because of my judgement, I am forever in exile even in death....

Life:

I was born of dark and light, good and evil. My mother was a wonderful mare, a white being of pure and holy ways, her heart was kind and true, while my father, a vicious shadow stallion with the wings of a bat, was evil, keniving, and obessed with power, and war. At some point in my life I was much like my father, but I will never allow myself to fall to his levels of darkness. He was the ruler of a powerful herd of warrior unis, and I his prince. What my sweet mother ever saw in him I'll never know. Well when my father desided one night that he wished for yet another war to gain the lands nearby he set me and my loyal batallion up for ruin. I was used to doing my father's bidding, I had even killed for him, but even I have standards, I would never hurt the old, mares, or foals. My father commissioned me and my band to meet with the opposing herds nagociator to speak of a "truse". These were bloody lies, but only ourselves and he would know. The uni was to come alone to the beach and meet me, little did the poor creature know that we were to ambush it there and murder it, thus starting my fathers war. We did as we were told and at midnight the uni arrived. Before anything could go wrong we sprung. And as my final blow knocked the equine off it's hooves I learned the terrible truth. At my feet lay a dead, and beautiful mare, her body still and cold. In a rage I hurried home, and confronted my father. He'd known all along that the uni was a mare and he had not told me. My fury was so much that I challanged him, and much to my dismay, I lost, miserably...I was defeated, and my batallion who stood behind me were terribly punished. My father, instead of sentencing me to their fate *having their wings burnt off with acid* I was sent into exile never to see my herd or mother again. She watched tearfully as I left, and my mind filled with hatred that burns to this day.

Flames Of Passion:

In my solitude it seemed none could quench my temper, my anger my solice. There were those who tried to reach me, but I would have none of it, until one faithful night when I met her...As I wanded the woods on my own, a sound of prancing hooves reached my ears, as I crept in the darkness a haunted beauty appeared before me, a mare, her body alight with fire, her flesh but chared cinder, danced about a blazing pit, as if perfroming some arcane ritual. I was mesmerized by her instantly, without thought, a trampled a branch, breaking my silence and reveiling my hiding place. I was caught, but somehow I wasn't to upset by that. The mare had cast a dark spell over me, my heart fell to her ashen hooves the moment she spoke to me. But it turned out the mare was a dark and cold as I, and I took much trouble and time to coax her to my will, but with a final embrace, and heart felt truth of mouth, she was mine, but, just before our vows of love, she had told unto me a terrible secret. She was no longer of this world, she was a specter only, and my deep festering anger towards those who prowl the earth when their bodies are gone, did nothing to quell my love for her, and I insisted my temper would fall before her might. And so we were...but still something was missing.

Death:

Well the thing missing from my otherwise perfect life with my love was just that...life. With me in the living realm, and her amoung the dead, we were never as close as I wished us to be, and then, with the example of my grandmother to follow, however deeply it pained me to admit it's validarity, I came up with an idea. I set forth to find the spirit of the mare I'd so long ago slain, for word of mouth had reached me that she still lingered, and apon finding her, I learned some fastinating news. Her heart in turn belonged to one of the living, and her death kept them apart as it did myself and mine, so I desided, in payment of my sins, and to unite the four of us with our desired ones, I would grant my life to the mare, sending my own soul to the neitherworld and hers to the waking world once more. With a simple touch of my horn to hers, and the proper amount of concentration, it was done. I died in an instance, and her life was restored. Together at last, no matter how it angered me to become what I had so long hated, a lingering spirit, I still found solice in the thought that she and I would be together for all eternity.

A Broken Lie:

What I thought was love, turned to dust in a instant...one single event distroyed a years worth of work and sacrifice...Like the licking flames of a forest fire. The mare, whom I'd given my life for...she still did not understand...couldn't understand...I did hate the dead this is true...but she wanted to change that, to change me. Never, couldn't, can't. I hate for my own reasons, and they are mine to keep. I thought she knew that, but I suppose I was wrong. I didn't want to die I suppose....a price I never wanted to pay, but I'd thought it would bring me happiness at last...thought it would bring peace to a lifetime of pain, but I was wrong...All it has brought was more pain, now, traped in an afterlife I wasn't ready for, and alone within as well, I have nothing left. My mare has left me, grandmother and her stallion shunned me....no where to turn, and not even a way to end it all....

Another Bad Choice:

~Pending~

Stats:

Name:Forsaken_Ash
Full Name:Ash Shaytan
Nick Name:Ash
Eyes:Pupiless solid gold
Coat:Swarming mists of deep blue and black
Mane and Tail:Flames of blue
Horn:Black
Hooves:None
Wings:Hovering over body, pale whiteish blue
Extras:Medallion around my neck, last surviving relic of my princehood, Gold rings in my ear and around my horn.

Temperment:Sour, Dark, Rude, Cruel, Unthankful, Condesending, Angry.
Hopes and Dreams:There are no hopes, no dreams after death.....only solitude and cold.
~Friends and Family~

GrandMother: My Grandmother Doom...she says she's trying to help me, but it seems nothing more than wise ass lectureing....She wanted to protect me from my father, but it looks like she failed...I'm taking my leave of her for now...
Raprieve: My greatest mistake...and the most dangerous thing I have ever done was release this monster...He's a dark sorcoror with unimaginable powers...I'd heard of this, and I thought in my confused and tainted mind that he could help me control Lukabell...make her mine again...I was dead wrong. He'd been killed and needed to be resurrected...well I did so...but now I can't control him...he's searching for a mare that stole his medallion holding most of his powers..I couldn't stop him..My only choice now is to warn my grandmother, and end this foolish existence of mine using yet another story I have heard..that of the Dragon Tree......

That is all I have to say to you, if you honestly wish to learn more about me, then, find someother stallion to bother, I've an entire eternity to go and I don't fancy spending it talking to you....