Post by blackmoon on Jun 5, 2010 15:45:33 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Kethtaz
Text: Kethtaz
Quote: "Change the rules overnight..."
Species: Horse
Age: 3 and a half, but is full grown (height wise)
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Cleveland Bay/Clydesdale Cross
Colour: Bay
Physical Appearance: 16.3 hands high, he has white feathering, along with all the black points of a bay. Dark brown eyes and three Bend Or Spots (one on his left shoulder, on on his left side of the stomach, and one on the left side of the hindquarters). No other markings
Personality: Kethtaz is very sweet. The cheerful bay loves everyone (but does tend to stray away from the big bullies) and loves to please. You might call him stupid, but he's not. He's like a little social butterfly. He's inquisitive, and makes friends easily. However, he does have a strong leadership streak, and refuses to follow anyone. He does tend to be loquacious (talkative
) sometimes, too, and can be pretty stubborn when he wants something his way. When he's nervous, he doesn't hide it, which makes him weak in the eyes of many drafts.
Images or References:
Not really any good ones, but there is some nice stock xD
browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=playful+horse+stock#/d28k6j5
Missing feathering and w/out the white snip, and with Bend Ors
browse.deviantart.com/?q=bay horse stock&order=9&offset=120#/d1y1jh9
With feathering, Bend Ors, and without the star
Image Ideas: I'd like him galloping somewhere. The background can be a dirty plain that's depressing and unhappy. While he's running through the depressing dirty plain, he'll have like a little glow around him that shows he's not all bad.
--
He's running through the Weaklands, which are described to be:
"This large plot of land makes up the majority of the realm. Which is a shame, because it is in wretched decay. There is barely enough grass to go around; most of it is dead and browned anyway. Every so often, there are carcasses in various stages of decay strewn along the ground. The whole place carries the general air of depression."
Example post with requested character:
Kethtaz shook his long, black locks out of his face and eyed the dirty grass. He couldn't believe Weaklanders ate this kind of fare! All the more reason to get them out of this place, he decided firmly. He scuffed the dirt with his foot. It was disgusting what those brutes did to the mares here, forcebreeding them. Kethtaz was horrified by the thought.
Taz bunched his muscles, and did a half rear to get the momentum to shoot into a gallop. As the dead land shot by under his feathered hooves, he glanced around. Most stallions and mares glared distrustingly at him as he passed by, half expecting the draft to attack them. Kethtaz wished he could send them a thought: I'm different, I won't hurt you! But heck, how could he? So he just dug in deeper and rocketed on.
Every so often, a skull or some other bone crunched under his hooves. The young stallion closed his eyes and tried to drown out the sound. The full moon was rising, and a cold breeze joined the cool night air he was running through, working his legs like pistons. Eventually, Kethtaz paused. He was in the heart of the dead, destroyed land, and a small group of thin mares gathered around him.
It's surprising, he mused, that even his elders were willing to ask for the big draft's help in escaping. "Good evening, ladies." Kethtaz said smartly. "We're here to get you to the Borderlands and to safety. Anyone who's not willing to die may now leave."
Comments: I actually made this post up on the spot, which is why it isn't the required 400 words for the Secret
Signature?: Nah
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi
Specific Artist?: Nope
Text: Kethtaz
Quote: "Change the rules overnight..."
Species: Horse
Age: 3 and a half, but is full grown (height wise)
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Cleveland Bay/Clydesdale Cross
Colour: Bay
Physical Appearance: 16.3 hands high, he has white feathering, along with all the black points of a bay. Dark brown eyes and three Bend Or Spots (one on his left shoulder, on on his left side of the stomach, and one on the left side of the hindquarters). No other markings
Personality: Kethtaz is very sweet. The cheerful bay loves everyone (but does tend to stray away from the big bullies) and loves to please. You might call him stupid, but he's not. He's like a little social butterfly. He's inquisitive, and makes friends easily. However, he does have a strong leadership streak, and refuses to follow anyone. He does tend to be loquacious (talkative
) sometimes, too, and can be pretty stubborn when he wants something his way. When he's nervous, he doesn't hide it, which makes him weak in the eyes of many drafts. Images or References:
Not really any good ones, but there is some nice stock xD
browse.deviantart.com/?qh=§ion=&q=playful+horse+stock#/d28k6j5
Missing feathering and w/out the white snip, and with Bend Ors
browse.deviantart.com/?q=bay horse stock&order=9&offset=120#/d1y1jh9
With feathering, Bend Ors, and without the star
Image Ideas: I'd like him galloping somewhere. The background can be a dirty plain that's depressing and unhappy. While he's running through the depressing dirty plain, he'll have like a little glow around him that shows he's not all bad.
--
He's running through the Weaklands, which are described to be:
"This large plot of land makes up the majority of the realm. Which is a shame, because it is in wretched decay. There is barely enough grass to go around; most of it is dead and browned anyway. Every so often, there are carcasses in various stages of decay strewn along the ground. The whole place carries the general air of depression."
Example post with requested character:
Kethtaz shook his long, black locks out of his face and eyed the dirty grass. He couldn't believe Weaklanders ate this kind of fare! All the more reason to get them out of this place, he decided firmly. He scuffed the dirt with his foot. It was disgusting what those brutes did to the mares here, forcebreeding them. Kethtaz was horrified by the thought.
Taz bunched his muscles, and did a half rear to get the momentum to shoot into a gallop. As the dead land shot by under his feathered hooves, he glanced around. Most stallions and mares glared distrustingly at him as he passed by, half expecting the draft to attack them. Kethtaz wished he could send them a thought: I'm different, I won't hurt you! But heck, how could he? So he just dug in deeper and rocketed on.
Every so often, a skull or some other bone crunched under his hooves. The young stallion closed his eyes and tried to drown out the sound. The full moon was rising, and a cold breeze joined the cool night air he was running through, working his legs like pistons. Eventually, Kethtaz paused. He was in the heart of the dead, destroyed land, and a small group of thin mares gathered around him.
It's surprising, he mused, that even his elders were willing to ask for the big draft's help in escaping. "Good evening, ladies." Kethtaz said smartly. "We're here to get you to the Borderlands and to safety. Anyone who's not willing to die may now leave."
Comments: I actually made this post up on the spot, which is why it isn't the required 400 words for the Secret
Signature?: Nah
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi
Specific Artist?: Nope
