BRAIL

[[JELLY]]

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G E N E R A L
NAME brail.
ALIAS prince. sir. prince brail. the dark prince. big black. the ghost.
GENDER male.
AGE six.
SPECIES horse.
TYPE cold-blooded.
VOICE crisp and husky with rolling R's

A P P E A R A N C E
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HEIGHT nineteen hands.
COLOR dark charcoal with a hint of a green tint.
MANE COLOR sooty black.
TAIL COLOR sooty black.
EYE COLOR venomous, lime green with a glowing effect.
FEATURES leg feathers, wavy mane, baroque body type, arched neck

S E L F
PERSONALITY
• cold • selfish • spiteful • witless • serious • silent • withdrawn • uninterested • levelheaded • emotionless • cruel • heartless • sinner • rude • brilliant • shameless • corrupt • observant • patient • thoughtless • unpredictable • independent • intelligent • sly • stony • unnervingly graceful • dangerous • impressive • wicked •
HISTORY
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"M-my Lord? It's yours?"

For the first time in his life the king said nothing. He just stood rigid and motionless as he stared down at the frail, shaking body sprawled out across the grass. The dark stallion king, whether in a shocked trance or fearing to answer, ignored the scrawny horse beside him. For a moment they stood in silence, pondering over the newborn foal as the feeling of regret and misery swirled about them in a taunting dance.

"My Lord."

The black male seemed to pull himself back together. His dangerously powerful head raised in a dominate reassurance, but his words were thick with anguish. "He's mine, Tunic. . . He's mine." His gloomy eyes never left the small bundle of skin and bones, the small bundle of his son.

"What should I do with the slave mother? You know no one can find out she was the mother of a prince. Especially that you were -"

The kings head jerked to the side with a sudden pent up rage. He lept towards the subordinate stallion releasing a threatening bellow, "I KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M DOING." Tunic, the much smaller rowan, toppled onto his hindquarters at the sudden hostile attack. His back legs quivered with strain as he was forced to remain in the inferior position. "Kill the slave. Make sure it looks like an accident." He turned away as if wanting to discuss nothing more of the matter.

"And what of the child?"

The dark king paused in mid-stride at the daring question. "He'll be taken to one of my females. You will announce to the herd that my favorite mare has given birth to their new prince."

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Chaos enclosed the meager field before Brail. Booming roars and bellows of pain echoed in his pointed ears, piercing all thoughts of aiding his comrades. His mind screamed for him to escape the brutal blood bath not engage in it. It wasn't that the big black was afraid of battle, he just didn't care about anyone shedding their lives below.

The dark prince instead, just settled himself atop of an over hanging. His venomous eyes darted to and fro, picking through the clash of equines below his hill top. Occasionally the blazing green orbs would fall upon a familiar face, twisting and shifting as the feeling of war clouded their systems. Brail felt nothing as they were cut down.

Then suddenly there was a break in the onslaught. Many of the slave horses bayed in triumph as they claimed their victory and liberation. The surviving herd horses began to flee in all directions, all directions except up Brail's hill. Slaves began to pursue their former holders, taking their lives as savagely as possible when caught. The rebellious equines paid no attention to the ghost on the hill, that is, before his mother began to gallop into view.

She stormed across the blood stained grass towards her son. Her powerful build and miraculous speed left her three pursues behind as the ground thinned between the family members. Brail's gaze followed his mothers form with a look of indifference, paying no heed to the chasers behind.

"BRAIL! My dear Brail, the king is slain! Your father's dead!"

If a horse could produce tears, his mother would be drowning in them. Her well kept body was shaking with grief and sorrow. Ears pinned back and neck craning with the weight of pain, she stood before her emotionless son and let the misery take over her. The dark prince just looked at the display with disgust.

"Pull it together, Mother, and let's leave this place." Right after the words left his mouth, the three slaves descended upon them. Brail shifted his body weight to his hind legs preparing himself for a quick get away when his mother's desperate yells penetrated the thick wall protecting his heart.

"I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER."

I'm not your mother. That's all it took. The ghost sprung away from the group and torn through the rolling grass, abandoning his caregiver, who was beaten down and executed for being involved with the royal harem. Prince Brail never looked back at the carnage and death brought about by his herd's final slave riot.

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[Arrow]

So.. is this done? LOL

[[JELLY]]

BALLS. I forgot to post that it was finished. Yes, love, he's done!

[Morbid Soul]

A C C E P T E D !
Congratulations! Feel free to now roleplay with this character! =]
(Sorry for the wait. D8)