Post by bridalwreath on Dec 6, 2009 22:20:50 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Renegade
Text: Renegade
Quote: This will be the end today of a wanted man
Species: Horse
Age: Three Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Andalusian x Quarter Horse x Thoroughbred
Colour: Chestnut horse.
Physical Appearance: Stands 16.1 hh. Gleaming chestnut body and tassels. Brown eyes. Marking include a blaze, stocking on both hind legs, sock on right foreleg, and extended pastern on left foreleg.
Personality: To the world, he is cold, full of personal pride, and contempt but the truth shows that he is aloof romantic/distant mannered, generous, upright nature, show respect as well as devotion, and is misunderstood to the world around him. Think Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice.
Images or References: stacems-stock.deviantart.com/art/Boone-41-106242197 [Any images of Boone]
Image Ideas: He tends to be a character full of pride so, if you can find an image where he looks proud, that would be amazing. You might have to use a different horse and paint on some of the marking however, if you cannot find one that fits. I think it would be interesting to have him standing on the edge of a cliff, since that is his home, all full of pride.
Example post with requested character: This is why his tolerance for the feminine sort was so low. There always seemed to have been one who planned to beat down any brute that crossed their path. Don’t get him wrong, he acknowledged each mare as his equal and listened to their words carefully but there were times in which one wandered a bit too far off the beaten path. This mare, from his understanding, was one of them. Perhaps it was the way that he had snuck up upon her that offended her or the way he spoke? Whatever the reason, she had snapped at him as some source of enjoyment. ‘Watch yourself, Miss, for you don’t know who you are messing with.’ His ivories remained bared at her, still warning her of what he could possibly do. Yet it was her words which had caused vexation to appear within his soul. Who did she think she was insulting him in such a manner? Perhaps a beating would be perfect for her source of pride. Oh if she wanted to see her pride slowly melt away, than she was messing with the right horse. He would tear her apart limb from limb.
She would learn her place.
“Perhaps, if your mind hadn’t been so thickheaded and in the clouds, you would have noticed such boundaries that have been placed before you.” She had glared at him but he shrugged it off with ease. A mare like her would not be allowed to tramp on such pride that he had gathered. Oh no! A step out of line shall be repaid with such ill-treatment. If she wanted to do a tango, he would join in just to show her how dangerous one could be. Watch yourself, honey, for you don’t know what you are dealing with. Deep inside of him, there is a softer side but as of now, you have just struck the exterior. Keep digging yourself a hole and he shall bury you alive. “Who am I to punish you? I am the one who you have decided to interfere with; the one who you decided to tangle your pathetic limbs into.” There was a pause before continuing. “Such punishment shall be laid out to fit the crime. Trespassing may not be considered a crime to you nor the rest of the world but to me, trespassing is as similar as stealing.”
As she looked behind her in the stop where he was hiding before, he prepared himself. If she wanted to run then she shall be his guest. He would give chase and bring her down, even if it meant falling himself. These were his lands and as of now, she resided within them. Anything that he deemed an unworthy attitude shall be judged and a punishment bestowed upon it, either with words or physical punishment. As of now, she had received her own, but there would be more dished out within her direction. As she lifted her head, as though trying to look as proud as possible, he allowed a snort to escape his nares. His temper was rising higher and higher and soon, there would be an explosion that he could not control. Yet, he would release his temper on her, wither she liked it or not. When more of her words were spoken, he allowed his ears to perk forth, listening to her words. Those words caused a sneer to form on his façade. Raising his head up high, he just stared at her with those emotionless eyes, waiting for her to say something else.
When she did not, he decided to speak himself.
“You’ll stay, especially since you have nowhere to run. No one desires you within a herd so you should be grateful you even have a home.” Such an ungrateful one she was. She would learn when the days change to gather respect for others – she would learn. With a twitch of his lip, he began to circle her, body crouched as though he was a predator. “You can try to hide from me, try to run from your past but what a failure it would be. I will find you and trap you, drag you back to this place.” He stopped his movements when he heard her voice. Was there a time in which she could ever close her mouth? Would this mare ever stop her arguing? From what he was witnessing, she would be a hard one to break but Renegade enjoyed a challenge. Each challenge brought him closer and closer to the goal in which he was seeking. Continue taunting him and you are just causing him to gather more strength within his words. She was naught but a puppet on a string, dangling across the ever licking flame. Tempt him more and you shall burn within the flames.
He did not speak his next words after she spoke hers. Instead, he waited for a moment, planning his own attack on her words. Why would she think that he would enjoy such behavior? Did she think that all males waltz around, waiting to land a child with the next mare in sight. She was wrong about that and soon, any dream that she may have of having a child, at least with him, shall be torn to shreds as easy as a sickly piece of grass. “And yet, you think that I would breed with you? You think that I would breed with such an ungrateful and idiotic mare such as yourself? Please, humor me some more with your word..” Breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to lower the heat that was building. She wanted to die, she really must have wanted to be slaughtered by him. “If you think that I am like others, romping with anything that comes in sight then how mistaken you are. Let me give you a little advice, Aare. Unless you plan on getting yourself raped or murdered, than I would learn more respect for those around you.”
He was done with her.
Closing his mouth, he just stood there, staring at the mare that caused him so much trouble, waiting for some more words to escape her so that he could deliver his lashing. If she wanted more brutally honest words, he would give it to her piece by piece, allowing them to play out in that silly little head of her. When he was certain that, as of now, she would not argue back, he spoke once more, this time in a hushed tone of voice. “I am finished with you and the false pride you have for yourself..” With those words being spoken, he turned upon his heels and made his way back towards the cliff, head low to the ground as he forced his way through then high grasses. If she wished to argue with him more, she would follow and state her own case, not that it would make any different. He would feel the same way with her as he would with any other feminine species. They were not but a tolerable part of life. As much as they didn’t seem to be needed, they were especially when it came down towards creating new life. Males could not do it by themselves and if they could, Renegade had not figured out such a way.
Comments: For anyone who does this photo, I appreciate it a lot. <3 It means so much to me that someone is willing to take their time to make photos for those who are incapable of doing it. And for that, I say thank you!
Signature?: Nope
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? www.acornrack.com/windriver
Specific Artist?: None
Text: Renegade
Quote: This will be the end today of a wanted man
Species: Horse
Age: Three Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Andalusian x Quarter Horse x Thoroughbred
Colour: Chestnut horse.
Physical Appearance: Stands 16.1 hh. Gleaming chestnut body and tassels. Brown eyes. Marking include a blaze, stocking on both hind legs, sock on right foreleg, and extended pastern on left foreleg.
Personality: To the world, he is cold, full of personal pride, and contempt but the truth shows that he is aloof romantic/distant mannered, generous, upright nature, show respect as well as devotion, and is misunderstood to the world around him. Think Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice.
Images or References: stacems-stock.deviantart.com/art/Boone-41-106242197 [Any images of Boone]
Image Ideas: He tends to be a character full of pride so, if you can find an image where he looks proud, that would be amazing. You might have to use a different horse and paint on some of the marking however, if you cannot find one that fits. I think it would be interesting to have him standing on the edge of a cliff, since that is his home, all full of pride.
Example post with requested character: This is why his tolerance for the feminine sort was so low. There always seemed to have been one who planned to beat down any brute that crossed their path. Don’t get him wrong, he acknowledged each mare as his equal and listened to their words carefully but there were times in which one wandered a bit too far off the beaten path. This mare, from his understanding, was one of them. Perhaps it was the way that he had snuck up upon her that offended her or the way he spoke? Whatever the reason, she had snapped at him as some source of enjoyment. ‘Watch yourself, Miss, for you don’t know who you are messing with.’ His ivories remained bared at her, still warning her of what he could possibly do. Yet it was her words which had caused vexation to appear within his soul. Who did she think she was insulting him in such a manner? Perhaps a beating would be perfect for her source of pride. Oh if she wanted to see her pride slowly melt away, than she was messing with the right horse. He would tear her apart limb from limb.
She would learn her place.
“Perhaps, if your mind hadn’t been so thickheaded and in the clouds, you would have noticed such boundaries that have been placed before you.” She had glared at him but he shrugged it off with ease. A mare like her would not be allowed to tramp on such pride that he had gathered. Oh no! A step out of line shall be repaid with such ill-treatment. If she wanted to do a tango, he would join in just to show her how dangerous one could be. Watch yourself, honey, for you don’t know what you are dealing with. Deep inside of him, there is a softer side but as of now, you have just struck the exterior. Keep digging yourself a hole and he shall bury you alive. “Who am I to punish you? I am the one who you have decided to interfere with; the one who you decided to tangle your pathetic limbs into.” There was a pause before continuing. “Such punishment shall be laid out to fit the crime. Trespassing may not be considered a crime to you nor the rest of the world but to me, trespassing is as similar as stealing.”
As she looked behind her in the stop where he was hiding before, he prepared himself. If she wanted to run then she shall be his guest. He would give chase and bring her down, even if it meant falling himself. These were his lands and as of now, she resided within them. Anything that he deemed an unworthy attitude shall be judged and a punishment bestowed upon it, either with words or physical punishment. As of now, she had received her own, but there would be more dished out within her direction. As she lifted her head, as though trying to look as proud as possible, he allowed a snort to escape his nares. His temper was rising higher and higher and soon, there would be an explosion that he could not control. Yet, he would release his temper on her, wither she liked it or not. When more of her words were spoken, he allowed his ears to perk forth, listening to her words. Those words caused a sneer to form on his façade. Raising his head up high, he just stared at her with those emotionless eyes, waiting for her to say something else.
When she did not, he decided to speak himself.
“You’ll stay, especially since you have nowhere to run. No one desires you within a herd so you should be grateful you even have a home.” Such an ungrateful one she was. She would learn when the days change to gather respect for others – she would learn. With a twitch of his lip, he began to circle her, body crouched as though he was a predator. “You can try to hide from me, try to run from your past but what a failure it would be. I will find you and trap you, drag you back to this place.” He stopped his movements when he heard her voice. Was there a time in which she could ever close her mouth? Would this mare ever stop her arguing? From what he was witnessing, she would be a hard one to break but Renegade enjoyed a challenge. Each challenge brought him closer and closer to the goal in which he was seeking. Continue taunting him and you are just causing him to gather more strength within his words. She was naught but a puppet on a string, dangling across the ever licking flame. Tempt him more and you shall burn within the flames.
He did not speak his next words after she spoke hers. Instead, he waited for a moment, planning his own attack on her words. Why would she think that he would enjoy such behavior? Did she think that all males waltz around, waiting to land a child with the next mare in sight. She was wrong about that and soon, any dream that she may have of having a child, at least with him, shall be torn to shreds as easy as a sickly piece of grass. “And yet, you think that I would breed with you? You think that I would breed with such an ungrateful and idiotic mare such as yourself? Please, humor me some more with your word..” Breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to lower the heat that was building. She wanted to die, she really must have wanted to be slaughtered by him. “If you think that I am like others, romping with anything that comes in sight then how mistaken you are. Let me give you a little advice, Aare. Unless you plan on getting yourself raped or murdered, than I would learn more respect for those around you.”
He was done with her.
Closing his mouth, he just stood there, staring at the mare that caused him so much trouble, waiting for some more words to escape her so that he could deliver his lashing. If she wanted more brutally honest words, he would give it to her piece by piece, allowing them to play out in that silly little head of her. When he was certain that, as of now, she would not argue back, he spoke once more, this time in a hushed tone of voice. “I am finished with you and the false pride you have for yourself..” With those words being spoken, he turned upon his heels and made his way back towards the cliff, head low to the ground as he forced his way through then high grasses. If she wished to argue with him more, she would follow and state her own case, not that it would make any different. He would feel the same way with her as he would with any other feminine species. They were not but a tolerable part of life. As much as they didn’t seem to be needed, they were especially when it came down towards creating new life. Males could not do it by themselves and if they could, Renegade had not figured out such a way.
Comments: For anyone who does this photo, I appreciate it a lot. <3 It means so much to me that someone is willing to take their time to make photos for those who are incapable of doing it. And for that, I say thank you!
Signature?: Nope
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? www.acornrack.com/windriver
Specific Artist?: None
