Legends of Scourge









Lithium


Circa March-October '09



Personal Quote.

Sinful Tendencies.

Dwelling.

Aspen Alps.

Years.

10.

Status.

King.

Love.

Killing Dreamtime.

Bloodline.

Unknown x Unknown.

Height.

15.2 HH.

Descendants.

Click here for a full list of descendants.

Biography.

Lithium was born to a herd of draft-type horses. He had a hard childhood, his mother never being a very loving type and his father, being the king's beta, never came to see him. It was said he had been born with the sins of his sire. He had fallen in love with the king’s daughter, Titanic, but she had never felt the same, already haven been picked to be mated with another well known stallion. In a rage of jealousy, he acted out and raped her, creating his first daughter, Pandora. In shame and in safety he left the herd of the south and found himself with a few rogue three year olds. Spending some time with them, he found himself in the valley a few years later, where he resided with Wolf Bane and became Beta of that herd. There, he met Lightening and fell in love with her. Together they created Johanna, his first beloved daughter.
A horrible snow storm then came and split them apart, and after some time elapsed, he came to figure out his love had found another. Not long after, he found his one true love, Killing Dreamtime, about the same time he became the leader of Aspen Alps. He spent a few seasons there before another stallion, a few years older than him, challenged him for the land. He unfortunately lost, and took off with his mate to Serene Isles to be the Beta of Creature for several years, creating friendships there.
He soon found out that the other stallion had deserted his old herd, leaving it up for claim. With a newfound enthusiasm, he reclaimed his throne and had two beautiful daughters with Dream, Sweet Dreams and Dulce Pecado. His other love and mistress had been Athena, who gave him a handsome colt, Apollo, who, having inherited it from his father, is now currently the standing ruler at Aspen Alps. A stallion by the name of Taisto joined up with the herd about them, Lithium deciding to name him as his Beta. It wasn't too long before a friendship struck up between the two, and most began to think they were brothers from their resemblance and how they treated each other. It was a good thing, too, for during the year after Lithium died, Taisto took over the Alps for the year it took for Lithium's sole heir, Apollo, to reach stallion-hood, also taking over in raising the boy to be a leader. Although, Taisto also had his bad parts, as well. On one terrible day, he brought ill fortune upon Lithium's home when Taisto raped a mare by the name of Carwyn, also known as Creature's most prized mare. After a long, heavily disputed argument between the four of them, the trouble was solved by Lithium's leadership and all became well again.
After a particularly gruesome wolf attack, the good king Lithium had caught the disease. It had weakened his body, and with that he took it as a sign from the gods that his time on the Earth was limited now… So one fateful day, he left his loving family and friends behind. Not long after his death, a massive mourning crowd, larger than any before, gathered in Aspen Alps to give their farewells to the great king Lithium.



Controller.

Jenna.



Staff/Player Description.

“Lithium was one of the first characters I interacted with on the Valley of Shadows with my primary character, Taisto. Lithium was a unique leader in comparison to many others; while he had his chosen queen he also loved each mare in his herd and Jenna did a fabulous job of making sure that he interacted with other members of the herd, both in group threads and individually during his reign. While based off of the Seven Deadly sins, he was still one of the most grounded characters I had the pleasure of writing with. Well-respected by all members of the community and all of the leaders, while his beta [Taisto] was at war with and butting heads against Creature, Lithium remained neutral with his family, keeping himself in a powerful and protected position as a lead. Lithium remained courageous, strong and steadfast, a well-defined character with a thoroughly thought out history and past as well as a rich history within the Valley itself, not a detail was left out in the creation of Lithium and the steadfast which Jenna displayed in her writing of the great king, when confronted with turmoil or when creating friendships, even until his death. His death was a huge blow to the role-playing community and he will be forever missed by the other equines of the Valley as well as the players who grew to love him.” - .Victim.



In-Character Post.



Was made for me by raewyn touch and you die!


The day had been wonderful; Lithium had three beautiful newborn foals, two fillies and a colt. He couldn’t be happier; he thought nothing would ruin his day. But of course, like always, good things always turned bad rather quickly, and as any good leader, any commotion would reach him fast. He lifted his crown high to catch the scents of the land... and what really got him was that a mare from Creature's land was the first scent that he caught on to. Now that’s not something he’d expect to notice on a calm day like this. Why the hell would any of Creature's mares be on his land? He needed to investigate this, and he knew it would have to be quick.

Finding a hill high enough for him to catch sight of what was going on, he quickly climbed it with ease only to see a sight that really set him off. His mind worked to piece everything together. If he was correct a fight was about to break out between the mares and he was not having it especially in front of one of his young children. Luckily for Taisto, Lithium was in a good mood after visiting all of his new foals. The powerful black stag jumped from the small hill he had been standing on; landing with such heaviness he left a mark on the ground. His muscled legs carried him to the small gathering where he came to a sliding stop in front of the group. Snorting, he stomped his foot to catch their attention and he didn’t hold back from giving Taisto a quick glare, knowing he was a part of this.

The smell of blood and Taisto's semen and sweat quickly reached Lithium's nares and he snorted at the smell of it, shaking his crown in disgust. He then looked at the mare that his second had mated with and a look of anger came across his orbs, something no one in his herd had ever seen. This mare was Creature's, a powerful stallion. Taisto, this is Creature's mare. You not only brought danger to yourself, but now the whole herd is in danger of his wrath. He said angrily not even hiding it from the mares and the poor children, Alize and Vespera, who thankfully were playing and off in their own world.

What were you thinking? Did you think Creature would not notice that his beloved mare was missing? You have much to explain and it will be done now. He continued to scold the stallion, his voice rising with each word. What else was he supposed to do, he was so angery he couldn’t think straight. Snorting, the black steed backed off, closing his orbs for a moment to think. Sighing, he looked at Vodka and Whisper, and he could see the tension in both of them and could tell Creature's mare was causing more trouble then he would have liked. His voice lowering, There will be no fighting and I mean it. He gave them both a sharp looking making sure they knew he wasn’t playing around. He wasn’t a mean stallion, but if he had to he would discipline. He moved towards Taisto's side his head held high as he looked at the new mare. He could only guess this big argument was coming from the unborn foal that she held within her womb. He would not allow fights in his herd, and he would have a big talk with Taisto.


Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride

Lithium/Ten/Stallion/Friesian/Black no markings/15.2/My queen is Killing DreamTime and we reside in Aspen Alps/Foals: Pandora, Johanna, Sweet Dream, Dulce Pecado, Vesspera and Apollo./Jenna








Creature


Circa May-September '09



Personal Quote.

Welcome to this Carnival of Carnage.



Dwelling.

Serene Isles.



Years.

8.



Status.

King.



Love.

Carwyn.



Bloodline.

Unknown x Unknown.



Height.

16.3 HH.



Descendants.

Click here for a full list of descendants.

Biography.

Creature started his time in Scourge, better known as the Valley of Shadows at the time, by claiming Serene Isles. From the time he got there to the time he left, he was known for creating quite a stir among all the dominions almost constantly. He was known for being involved in four Hostile Grounds battles (three out of which he won), two confrontations, and two steals total. He claimed (forcefully or otherwise) at least a dozen mares otherwise, his rule over Serene Isles lasting five months in total. He had several Betas during that time, including fellow legend, Lithium. He was one of several major characters involved in a player-made multi-dominion plot in which one of his mares (Carwyn) was abducted and raped by Taisto, who was beta to Lithium at the time. A battle was set between him and Taisto for the possession of Carwyn; however, Creature lost due to not replying to his battle thread in the stated amount of time. This plot lasted a couple months and stirred up plenty of activity from within Aspen Alps and otherwise, creating feuds that still last today between some of the surviving characters. He was also known for the insanity that grew in his mind as the disease seemed to be planted inside his head, as well, causing him to create his 'friend' and voice in his head, Jacoby. During his time, Creature was one to be respected and feared by the weaker, and was definitely harsh to those that he thought of with distaste; Which, in actuality, was the majority of the other equine he met. The last of his betas, Luxus, went on to take over Serene Isles after Rain's vanishing, and along with her, Creature. His legacy survives today with his few remaining grandchildren, along with the memories still planted in his previous mares' minds.



Controller.

Rain.



Staff/Player Description.

"I first got to meet Creature with my mare Vodka. This character was very unique, about as unique as they come. At the time, everyone was joining pure breeds and solid colors. Creature was one of the few to have the “bald face”. Not only that he had this personality that just stuck with you. Rain did awesome with him. I was impressed. I think because she played Creature so well, he kinda paved the way for “evil” stallions in Valley of Shadows(Now Scourge). My character Vodka hated Creature because she loved Taisto, but I personally loved him. I like seeing how far his lineage has gone in the game and how he became a Legend to remind us all that he was... well, Legendary!" - Leather



In-Character Post.



I'm haunted by a carnival of carnage


I stood in center of deaths playground, my harks, which were normally pinned flat against my skull, hung loosely, flopping to the sides and giving me the appearance of a stubborn donkey. Now, don't get me wrong, I was unfathomably pissed, what Taisto did was unacceptable! To force yourself upon a mare was bastardly...disgusting! Only monsters did that! Now, I know what you are thinking, you are saying, "But Creature, you force-breed mares all the time!" Well, yeah, because I'm a bastard and disgusting and very much a monster. I have a reputation to uphold, damn it! Sure, sure! I'm a hypocrite, aren't we all in some way, shape or form? Now, besides being uber pissed, I was, believe it or not, bored. See, when I first found my way to the Valley of Shadows I was known for being head strong and stubborn. I challenged stallion after stallion and to be frank, the whole battle scene was highly tiresome. It was the same fucking thing every time. The stallions came, talked shit, acted tough and went home with their tails between their legs while I escorted my winnings back to Serene Isles. I'm not being snarky, though, hardly! It would be nice to have some competition, you know? Perhaps this black stallion would offer some sort of entertainment.

Tisk Tisk. This Taisto fellow has no idea what he's getting himself into, does he Poppet? By now I was used to Jacoby, the voice inside my head. He was my right hand man, the one and only being that I could fully, truly trust. We had no secrets, all our cards were on the table and that made for a very tight, very reliable relationship. Yes, and he will be praying to turn back father time after this battle. Just Promise me you'll keep your thoughts to yourself while this is taking place. I respond silently. Of course, my Poppet. I bob my head lightly, ending the conversation with Jacoby as my eerie blue eyes score the area around me. I had stacked the deck in my favor, picking a battle locations exactly like Serene Isles, minus the trees. I had grown used to maneuvering over the soggy earth and my eyes had evolved to compensate for the low visibility that I encountered every day while living in my kingdom. I wasn't taking any chances, Carwyn was way to important to play fair.

Nothing moved, no birds, no rodents scurrying about. It was as if they knew something epic was about to take place; even the plants seemed to fall still, holding their breath as they waited for the clash of the two titans. It wasn't long after this observation that the pungent aroma of testosterone caught my attention. Instantly my posture changes, tensing and tightening, the muscles, which I had limbered up before entering the meadow, bunching in anticipation. My harks pin with both anger and instinct. A bite to the ear, while not fatal, would prove to be a nasty distraction, one that I could not afford in a battle with such high stakes. The squelching of hooves in the soggy earth alerts me to the beasts approach and easily I detect him as he charges toward me like a wild freight train. I watch him canter toward me, my eerie blue eyes narrowed as I try to guess what he will do. I doubted he would ram me for that would cause him damage as well as me and that was something that went against a horses natural instinct, instead I figured he would rear or jump and attempt to damage some part of my body with his hooves or teeth. As he slides to a halt I immediately set my own body in motion. Instead of pivoting away or crow hopping I simply raise my nearest hind leg, bringing it up towards my barrel, hoping to keep it out of harms way. Unfortunately I am out of luck as both the stallions teeth and his hoof collide with their destination. Luckily, his teeth grab hold just as I am lifting my leg which rips the flesh from his mouth and doesn't allow him to get a decent hold. Since my leg had been raised when his hoof struck it, while painful, it simply pushed my leg slightly under me before glancing off. Both teeth and hoof tore the flesh, but thankfully no bones were broken and as far as I could tell the major tendons hadn't been damaged.

A cry of pain and anger is unleashed from my jaws as my skull swings towards him. He had pivoted though, in his first attack, so in order to reach him my forehand had to follow along. This, thankfully, causes my entire body to shift as the black stallion spins around to point his haunches in my direction. My movement, coupled with his timing, causes his hooves to slam against the lower round of my haunch. It was painful, which is why another cry of pain and anger claws its way from my vocals, but luckily my ass is fatty and muscular. His kick was powerful, but my evasive maneuver had lessened the blow and I knew it would bruised and be sore come morning.

Instantly, as his attack takes place, I switch from a defensive frame of mind to an offensive one. I used my pivoting motion to my advantage and as his hind hooves begin to lower towards the earth, I initiate my first attack. Leaping forward and towards his right (nearest) side, I allow my lips to slide away from my teeth, baring them as my harks sink tighter against my poll. As his hind legs touch down my skull snakes out, my teeth aiming to grasp the gastrocnemius muscles of his right hind leg. This muscle sits behind the femur and above the hock joint. It maintains hip extension and while a horses teeth are blunt, they are very much like vice-grips and if they got a good hold, they have the potential to bruise the muscles which would make rearing and general movement somewhat painful.

Simultaneously, as my first attack is taking place my hooves never cease movement. Instead of staying still and sinking into the earth, they continue to pivot my body around, bringing my haunches around towards Taisto's right shoulder. Now, I expected him to move once he saw the most dangerous part of my body coming at him, which is why I compensated by guessing he would pivot his forehand away from me. I had no idea if he would do this or not, but its what instinct would tell him to do and to be honest, its what I would do. As my teeth release their grip, my head is immediately thrown towards the earth as my forelegs simultaneously spread apart, the muscles in my haunches bunching as I prepare to unleash a hellish fury upon the black boy. Then with as much precision as I can manage, I launch both of my hind legs out, aiming for the cannon bone of his right foreleg. This is the weight bearing bone of the horses leg and it stretches from the knee joint to the fetlock joint. The splint bones were also in danger of being damaged. These two bones are on either side of the cannon bone and help support some of the carpus bones of the knee. There were also many tendons and ligament like the digital flexor, digital extensor, and extensor carpus, that could be damaged or even destroyed if the attack hit with the right strength and precision. My left hind leg burned in protest, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle...at the moment anyway.


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What about when the carnival comes to your town?
Creature | Stallion | Blood Bay Paint [EE, Aa] | Sixteen.Three | Seven Years | Diseased
html and character (c) Rain


I Stand Alone - Godsmack











Disturbed


Circa July '09 - January '11



Personal Quote.

You know I make you wanna scream.



Dwelling.

Saltine Cesspool.



Years.

14.



Status.

Third in Command.



Love.

Himself.



Bloodline.

Unknown x Unknown.



Height.

16 HH.



Descendants.

Click here for a full list of descendants.

Biography.

Disturbed joined Valley of Shadows back in 2009. He was the first stallion to be joined with Rabies. Not only did he have Rabies, but he had the Disease as well. He had decided to live with his halfbrother Beetle Juice as his Beta. He resided there for a while till Beetle Juice eventually went inactive and lost his herd. So Disturbed sent back to searching. Amung his travels he met with Creature and frankly, they didn’t see eye to eye. He later came to serve under a stallion named Ice Demon. It was around this time that Disturbed’s rabies really became apparent. Not only was he hearing voices and mutilating himself, but he was being mean to mares as well. He told himself he hated them. During a Disaster that involved Wolves attacking, Disturbed gained his “monsterous” appearance when his ear was ripped off, the skin and muscle was torn from his forelegs up to the knee, and his nose had been ripped off all the way to the middle of his face. This left him with no lips and exposed his teeth and tougne. Around this time, he had bred with a mare named “Thirteen”. Both the mare and child disappeared shortly after the breeding. Disturbed disappeared off the face of the map. Then he came back and that’s when he really made a name for himself. He befriended Valour and became his weapon once Valour saw his potential and madness. Not only was Disturbed scary looking but he continued to mutilate himself which set others off. It was at this time that Disturbed began to forcebred. He raped mares for fun and infected a few with his rabies. Three foals came out of his actions before he eventually died due to the Rabies.



Controller.

Leather.



Staff/Player Description.

"I encountered Disturbed for the first time when my stallion Cheveyo took control of Saltine Cesspool temporarily in the place of the stallion Ice Demon. At this point Disturbed’s rabies was mild and he had not yet been destroyed by the wolves into the monster he was known for. I had the pleasure of watching Leather work her magic as she developed him, taking the wolf attack that many dread and fight and using it to be a huge turning point in the deep development of Disturbed’s character and personality. I watched eagerly as Disturbed turned from the borderline of sanity and took leaps and bounds across it, realistically interacting with both the flesh-eating diseases as well at the mutated rabies strain before his untimely demise from the compounded diseases. A well fleshed out (or defleshed!) character who brought a very dark side to Scourge. He lives on as the master of diseases within the lands of Scourge." - Victim



In-Character Post.





Caught up In This Madness
Too Blind To See
Woke Animal Feelings In Me
Took Over My Senses
And I Lost Control
I'll Taste Your Blood Tonight


Disturbed was a confident stallion even if his look were less than satisfactory. Not like he had anyone to impress. Ah yes, there was this new little cut of meat he had his eyes on. He could just imagine dominating her small lithe body and ripping the shit out of it. Ah... but those times would have to wait. There was a more pressing matter that demanded his attention rather than raping and destroying lives (Sadly.) Yeah, Disturbed was on the shorter side, but one bite that broke flesh was lethal. He shook his body, sending small bits of blood and flesh in all different directions. He smirked at the stallion's reply. But alas, no one could tell when he smiled or smirked.. or even frowned. All they saw were his ivory teeth covered with dried blood and decayed flesh. He was a scary visiage sure, but what was really scary was what went on his head. If you only knew.
Then make yourself comfy Severin. I am Disturbed, the third in command.. the weapon. He said with a giggle that was almost femine but creepy. His rotting banner slapped his scarred hocks and a little itch caught his attention. He turned his dial to see where the itch was. AH! He saw it. An old scab that was covered in blood and pus. Obviously infected. But it just looked so good! Yes indeed it did, and guess what he does.. eww! He began to lick the festering wound before nibbling on it. It tasted so good. Bitter and sweet baby. He couldn't resist now that the taste was there. His ivories parted and seized flesh. With a small tear, it came loose as blood rushed out and fell fron his shoulder down his left leg. So sweet. He gave a sweet sigh and chewed the flesh, savoring it before he swallowed. You need wine to go with something that good. He began to lick the blood from the wound and shivered with delight. Now he really wanted to rape something. He looked at Severin with bloodied teeth and cackled. Welcome to Saltine Cesspool. He said and wondered how the stag would react.


You Know I Make You Wanna Scream
You Know I Make You Wanna Run From Me Baby
Well it's Too Late Now
You wasted All Your Time

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My name is DisturbedMy Balls remind me I'm Male. I have been torturing you for 9 years. My pelt is Black. Yes I have the disease, thanks for asking. Watch out for my Rabies. I Have created Skitzo, Shiva, and Knightmare. Love? NOT! I reside in Saltine Cesspool. I am ranked Their Weapon. Leather is my Commander.

Coding © Nala at Valley of Shadows










Taisto


Circa June '09 - January '11



Personal Quote.

Your Broken King.



Dwelling.

Originally Aspen Alps, then Serene Isles.



Years.

12.



Status.

Beta, then King.



Love.

Vodka.



Bloodline.

Tero x Valpuri. (Offsite)



Height.

16.3 HH.



Descendants.

Click here for a full list of descendants.

Biography.

Born to a ‘royal’ family, isolated in the far North outside of the Valley of Shadows, Taisto knew leadership through his blood. The family was ‘pure’ of blood, descendant from a moderate gene pool that was rumored to trace back to the human-era. But with his long-living sire it was time to move on to find a home of his own.
Taisto first wandered into the Valley of Shadows in July of 2009 as a reserved 5 year old, moving quickly and quietly into the Beta position under-similarly bred stallion Lithium, King of the Aspen Alps. He met his mate, Vodka, when she requested an audience with the King and was met at the border by Taisto instead.
During his first breeding season in the valley; still a young and over-eager stallion, he forcebred the mare Carwyn, who belonged to the King of Serene Isles, Creature. This caused a slight rift between Taisto and Lithium and brought Creature upon the Alps. The bastard daughter, Odiara was turned against her sire by Carwyn and the King Creature. Creature challenged Taisto to a battle for the child, Odiara in exchange for his mare, Vodka, and their firstborn daughter, Alize. Taisto came out of the battle victorious and is rumored to have dealt the killing blow to the infamous Creature. This did not end the feud between Taisto and Carwyn.
His younger brother, Nikost, became Godfather of the short-lived Warmonger bachelor herd and plotted with Carwyn and the mare Myth to create doubt in the mind of Vodka by breeding a foal and passing it off as one of Taisto’s bastard offspring. But a series of natural disasters (flash forest fire and an earthquake) disrupted this plan and led to the disappearance of the mare Myth and the stallion Nikost, and the disbanding of the Warmongers.
Lithium, having been stricken with the disease that leads to the death of many great horses in the valley, passed away, with his dying breath telling Taisto to take care of his herd. Taisto took over the position as lead of Aspen Alps until Lithium’s heir, Apollo, was old enough to lead the herd himself. Apollo soon took over, with Taisto’s daughter Alize by his side.
The stallion Luxus had taken over in the place of the missing stallion Creature as King of Serene Isles. He butter heads with Luxus when it came to his very first child by Tragedy, a daughter of Creature, the buckskin mare, Déjà vu. The pair kept a respectful distance from one another up until Luxus’ disappearance after the earthquake, which left Serene Isles available for Taisto to take over to allow Apollo room to move fully into his lead role. Taisto and Vodka led Serene Isles for many years until Vodka passed away from the disease, leaving the King distraught and nearly out of his mind. Unable to lead alone and feeling punished for the sins he had committed, the black Friesian stallion slipped into the Night.

Controller.

Victim.



Staff/Player Description.

"Taisto was an all-around brilliant stallion, which, I know must be a common thing said here on the Legends list, but still definitely true. He was an angel when he needed to be, and a fierce fighter when it came to defending his family and home. A perfect mixture of good and just the tiniest drop of evil in there, hidden away the majority of the time and rarely brought out. I know for a fact that just about every person that ever played in a thread with him adored him, including myself- even if some of his posts irritated me, but hey, in a good way, because that's a sign of a fantastic writer! He was a sweet guy to his dearest Vodka, treating her like a goddess and giving her the best of everything, even gifting to her the ability to be immune instead of keeping it for himself. I teared up a little, as a matter of fact, when I read his post to her dying post in the Isles because it was so touching. He was also a fantastic father, protective of his daughters and stern (although still kind!) with his sons. He learned to find a way to love each and every one of his mares in their own ways, and he knew how to treat them to keep them happy, healthy, safe, and wanting to stay with him as long as they could. Taisto was always posted phenomenally, one reason I actually often post stalked him because his posts were so enjoyable to read. Taisto was a sweetheart and an incredibly interesting character until the very end, and I'm happy to be able to add him to this list because he is one of the most deserving of the title of 'Legend." - Golden.



In-Character Post.



The stallion had nothing to lose. He was now diseased, and would not be pushing himself anywhere any time soon. The challenge was clear enough, and he would not lose, he could not lose. He had been shamed enough, he would not let Vodka and Alize take the abuse of his actions. Before Lithium could come to him he turned away from Aspen Alps, answering the challenge. He carried his battered hide towards the lowlands. The two lines along the left side of his barrel were raw reminders of his mistake, of the power of sins were overwhelming.

The heat was an unexpected relief; the cool winds would have been an aching irritation. The smog did not bother him as much as it may have, at least not to his breathing. He had not spent enough time in the high altitudes to be delicate of breath, but visibility; that would be a problem. If he was not careful he would bump directly into the other brute. But as he approached items the smog seemed to leave little clearings. The sun did not penetrate to their level, but it was not nearly as dense as it was in other areas. Taisto was older, not by much, but by enough to be of use, maybe to make a difference. He could smell the brute’s thick scent; it hung heavily in the smog. Taisto would not bother with introductions; did not bother with calling out his response to the challenge; did not bother announcing his arrival. Why say you were there when the other brute would obviously be expecting you, and not with niceties in mind. Taisto had trespassed against the stallion; he could not expect much more.

The painted beast that stood hidden within the smog match the baroque stallion in height, but Taisto’s breeding was formidable. Muscular hind quarters and heavy hooves, and he planned on using those fully to his advantage. Ears flattening to his poll he pushed forward, large hooves propelling him over the soggy landscape much like a snow-shoe. The larger the surface area the more evenly distributed his weight was, the less he sunk into the heavy muck. The splooshing smack of hooves being pulled out of the sucking muck would surely give his presence away if his scent did not.

He was a full bodied stallion, as they had bred long before his time with strong legs for varied war terrain and a strong back for a heavy load. Using the innate strength of his breeding he pushed himself cantering towards the painted stallion, stretching out and warming up his muscles as well as building up force for his attack, no beating around the bush. He wanted this over, no time to make mistakes if he let instinct push in. As he grew nearer it seemed as if the dark male was going to plow right into the side of him, all 1450lbs directly for his loins. But as the stallion was within reach he dropped his hindquarters, as he slowed to a stop he turned to keep his left side out of reach of hooves and teeth. With flashing eyes and pulled lips he suddenly snaked his head out bringing a front hoof up as well, teeth and hoof aiming for the flexor tendons of the other stallion’s hind legs. While he was aiming to rip the flesh right off that snide stallion’s lower leg he knew better than that, knew that drawing blood was less likely then causing internal bleeding and inflammation. Of course any heavy bruising would be enough to please the dark stallion if it brought the other stallion discomfort or pain. With hoof raised and outreached it would also limit the other stallion’s ability to build up any momentum if he immediately struck his pastern or fetlock on the heavy hoof.

He quickly turned as if to wheel away from the other stud, throwing the muck up towards the painted beast’s flanks as his hindquarters spun in the muck. As he came to a stop he collected himself again, hindquarters bunched once more, ready for blow number two. The abrupt stop put his flanks well within reach of the other stallion’s head if he had turned that direction to tear at his haunches. With his muscles bunched beneath him, the baroque stallion pushed himself out of the muck, not as successfully as if he had been on hard soil. The jump, which should have been closer to 6 feet, lifted him to about 5 before his hind legs shot out towards the stallion, aiming for the lumbar and sacral vertebrae, pelvis and stifle, whichever he may have collided with first. The exertion pushing his hind legs down quicker than his front, and he landed deeper, rear first in the muck, hind legs folded beneath him.

There was an irritating sting along the stallion’s welted flesh of his guarded barrel. The humidity glistened like sweat on his dark coat, his eyes rolled and nostrils flared as he waited for whatever retribution came his way. Chances were that the other stallion would lash out with his hooves as well, and the stallion was preparing himself mentally for whatever would come for him. He was fighting for his offspring, his plans already formulated for what would occur when all was said and done. He would take the life of the brute before him if that was what it meant to keep his progeny safe from harm. Vodka was innocent; both of the foals were innocent. The black stallion was the guilty one out of the trio, and there was always blame to be put on the mare in question, even if only situational blame, but blame none the less. No, the bay was more trouble than she was worth. No, the painted stallion would get his whore back, but he would not take any of his progeny or Vodka with him. Taisto would not allow it.

Taisto | 16.3hh | Stallion | Friesian | EE, aa, gg | Diseased | Aspen Alps, Second Alize♥ (x Vodka) Odiara♥ (x Carwyn)





Sultan


Circa May ’09 - Jan '12



Personal Quote.

Aspiring Royalty.



Dwelling.

The Citadel.



Years.

14.



Status.

King.



Love.

Nile.



Bloodline.

Unknown x Unknown.



Height.

15.2 HH.



Descendants.

1st gen: Swan (C l y p s e d r a) : Nefertiti (Nile) : Rameses (Nile) : Adela (Natazia) : Azure (Johanna) : Cora (Ita) : Duchess (Lady Victoria) : Dimentia (Lady Victoria) : Guerrilla (Silent Killer) : Alexandria (Nile) : Moonlight Kiss (Ita) : Rere(Ita) : Evarinya (Ita) : Evanescence (Creed) : Eve(Creed) : Un-named Colt (Seremonie)



Biography.

Sultan was born out of the valley to a king and queen. He was raised to be the perfect royal prince and to one day take over his father’s rule. He younger years were mainly spent learning about how he should behave and how to rules his father’s kingdom after his death.
This was not the future Sultan dreamed of, he did not just want to be the son of a legend he wanted to make something of himself, he wanted to be known for who he is. So in the middle of the night when he was about 4 years old he left, never to return to his old lands. He wandered for two years before stumbling upon the valley and finding himself the beta stallion of The Citadel herd under Draco. He was not the beta for long as Draco began to become absent and soon enough Sultan stood up and took on the role as leader of The Citadel herd.
The first year was slow as he gathered mares but soon he had a bubbling herd and foals on the way. He was not long into this that he had his first run in with Creature. The other stallion came for some of his mares. The two stallions battled long and hard and in the end the larger and thicker built Creature came out on top. This was a crushing blow for Sultan but he did not let it set him back to much.
His herd continued to grow and over the years he sired many foals, all pure and all to pure mares as Sultan ran a pure only herd. As the once great king and his mares began to age the herd grew smaller. Foals left home, mares began to pass on and soon there was only him and a couple of others left.
It was this time he was driven from his lands by the giant stallion Luxus. Sultan did not like giving up his lands but with his age and more dainty build the smarter thing was to run and live than fight and die.
From there he went and spent a lot of time in the herd of Aspen Alps under the rule of the younger stallion Apollo. Sultan acted as more of a mentor to the young stallion when needed in return for a place for his remaining mares and foals to live peacefully. In his last year Sultan took to living a roaming life with his remaining mare. They wandered around the valley, keeping out of harm’s way and raising his last foal. The once great stallion who ruled a large herd was old, gray and frail.
When the hurricane swept up from the coast and through the valley he knew he would not be able to run from it. Instead he made sure that the last of his family got out alive, his only mare and his surviving offspring. With them out he knew his bloodlines would live on and with that gave himself up to the land hoping to return to all his old loves, but fate would have something else in mind...



Controller.

Sooty.



Staff/Player Description.

"Sultan is a character that was easy to fall in love with, and I personally got to see the softer side of him with my Mare Nile. It had been an honor to watch Sooty grow with her stallion. Sultan was the type of leader that was bold; his herd grew quickly with an assortment of different breeds, and personalities. He and Nile had sired some beautiful children, each one different in his or her own way. Sooty made sure that, she kept everyone on their toes, giving glimpses of what sultan was like and then bam his full personality would come out and blow you away. Sultan really was the type of character that if you could, you would reach in and snuggle him. He defiantly has earned his spot among the legends, and his own son Ramses will continue to look up to his dad, and for years to come people will still remember the honorary and powerful legend Sultan, the great leader of his time!" - Jenna



In-Character Post.



He stood tall by his family, his head held high and proud. He couldn’t care that he had no land anymore and to most stallions he would looks weak and worthless but to him he was on top of the world with his little family here and he was far from weak and as he looks over his family he knows he would defend them with his life. They would be fine wondering and staying out of the way of other stallions, his family might even be safer out of the normal herds, here they would not be seen or known of and hopefully his mares not stolen as he has nowhere to go but right beside them, they could also moved around to the better grounds with the changing seasons. Yes for now this way of life would suite his little family he decides.

He looks over at his two oldest daughters, happy that they look like they may begin to interact, that is good they would learn so much off each other. Nefrititi needed her sprites lifted and Evanescence needed to come out of her shell. They could teach each other a lot, to grow independent, to form friendships and to find love, Nefrititi would need to move on she could not hold onto one love forever it would destroy her form the inside out. He shakes his head as he thinks about it and then looks to the young fillies who looked like they would grow up being good friends. He was glad there were pairs of each age, it was perfect for them all.

He swings his head towards Creed and bumps it into her neck, rubbing his head on her lovingly, mixing his loose black and white hairs with her black and blue tinted ones, leaving not only them but his scent on her. He then pulled away and took a deep breath of the cool autumn air. The breeding season was upon them and the young mares would need to have an eye kept on them from wondering stallions looking for mares to grab, his daughters were beautiful and would be a prize for any stallion. He frowns as he thinks of this, he must not let them far out of his sight. It was also getting close to winter and they would need to pack on the weight because he was not sure how a winter outside of the herd lands would be for them.

He looks around them, where would the best grass be? He thought maybe where they were, the river would be the better place. They might just have to walk along the river a little more to find the end of the summer grass. He snorts as he thinks about it, he needs to keep them moving to fresh green grass because he did not want his family to go without. He turns his head back to Creed to discuss it with her, she was the lead mare of this little band now and her opinion mattered greatly in this.

“Creed my dear, I was thinking the winter is fast approaching us and we will all need a good covering on us especially you and Nefrititi with young ones to feed. So I was thinking while it is still here we need to keep moving to fresh grass and of the common lands I think along the river here with its water to give life to the grass would be the best place to look. I was wanting your opinion on the matter before we all move off in search of good food.”

He tilted his head a little when he finished to wait for her opinion on it all. He would base his end decision of what she had to say, she might have a better idea and he was always welcome to better ideas.

SULTAN



Moniker: Sultan
Painted: Blue Roan with four white socks and a white blaze (EE RnRn)
Curse: Stallion
Blood Lines: A mixture
Standing at: 15.2hh
Personality: A true gentleman he is never nasty to the ladies he treats them with respect. He loves the girls the more the merrier. He is kind to his young and is never too busy to spend time with them. He can get along with other stallions. He is the nice guy but don’t try to mess with his family he will protect them.
Summers: 12
Diseased: Not Yet Infected
I Am Part Of: The Citadel
My Hart Was Taken By: None
My Ranking Is: Lord of the land
My Young Be: Swan (C l y p s e d r a)
Nefertiti (Nile)
Rameses (Nile)
Adela (Natazia)
Azure (Johanna)
Cora (Ita)
Duchess (Lady Victoria)
Dimentia (Lady Victoria)
Guerrilla (Silent Killer)
Alexandria (Nile)
Moonlight Kiss (Ita)
Rere (Ita)
Evarinya (Ita)
Evanescence (Creed)
Eve (Creed)
Un-named Colt (Seremonie)
Puppeteer: Sooty
MSN: horse_palomino_girl123@hotmail.com


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