Saevus -- FINITO

[Saevus]

The Roleplayer - - -

Name: Isilzheha.
Other Characters: NONE.

The Vitals - - -

Name: Saevus
Gender: Stallion
Age: Six
Orientation:
State: Dead
Faction: DEADAAAHHH

The Outside - - -

Breed: Chilean Corralero
Size: 15 hh
Colour: A deep russet brown
Face Markings: Ivory blaze
Leg Markings: Ivory stockings on fore legs
Other Markings: He has some blackened hues along his rump like stripes, though they blend well and aren't completely defined stripes.
Eye Colour: Deep, radiant amber
Starter Mutation: Fangs. He has two long saber-tooth fangs.
Starter Gift: Taint

The Inside - - -

Positive Characteristics: Has respect for those that can match him in battle and strength, sometimes likes to play with his food before he heats he's meals thus giving them time to escape(although it's not intentional), if he thinks a mare worth his while he's less tempted to try and kill her, intelligent and powerful in mind and body.
Negative Characteristics: Sarcastic, murderous to a degree, does not take 'no' for an answer, not a merciful stallion, a bit hard-headed at times, egotistical in some of the wrong situations, a poor sport.
Likes: Lifeblood, night time, mares, instigating fights or starting them himself, winning, entertainment via mental or physical torture no matter how broad or little it is, running through shallow water (though he wouldn't care to admit because it seems like he would be frolicking).
Dislikes: Losing, being rejected, being denied his lifeblood,
Goals: To make a name for himself, infamous or not. He does not care for a family, though he would like to have a legacy. Of course, him being undead he accepts that may not happen.
Fears: Although he has already died, he fears being dead again. He feels he has been given a second chance to fulfill his life. Fire is another thing he fears, for he knows his weakness to it and thus avoids it.

The Past - - -

Family: His mother was named Tala, his father Borem.
History: Well I was born, for starters. My family lived in the lands to the far north of the terrain the other horses resided . My mother, Tala, and my father, Borem, were practical thinkers. Hah, you'll know about that soon enough. But first, the boring information. Borem was a tough warrior, drilling in our heads the fighting techniques and thoughts that made him a warrior. However, he failed our family when the herd came. They told him they were gathering forces to settle into power in the lands. Borem refused, the brute, and the king of the herd grew tense. He gave him another chance to go willingly and spare his mate and foal.

The stupid bastard was too prideful. He declined, and suddenly it was five on one. Borem fought valiantly, however much in vain. He managed to kill one of the horses and cripple another, but he was obviously overpowered. I was five months old, at the time. The king took Tala, though when he looked upon me his eyes filled with fear. He took me in despite his gut feeling, and off to the inland we went.

The travel was tedious, a month's work. We were by the lakeside when we settled in to sleep. In my sleep, a figure came to me. She was silent, a whisper in the night scape of my dream. At least, I think it was a dream. . . Anyways. She was wicked, her facade beautiful in a terrifying, hideous way. Her pleasurable diction left my mind turning as I tried to grasp the large responsibility she was pushing upon me. Then, she was gone. I awoke with a start, and gazed around me. I was all alone. I cried and cried without thinking about it. I was young and lost, and missed my mommy and daddy. I was abandoned. It wasn't long before I stopped my pathetic crying long enough to feel the biting pain upon my right side. The pain felt like fire ants parading beneath my skin, eating me from the inside out. I itched it a bit, gnawing the skin with my weak jaws and stubby saber fangs and soon the pain faded. Anger and contempt took its place, making me put my eyes to the ground in search of the herd.

Finally I found them, deep in some woods. A terrible ache and pain had spread along my right side again. I wanted to see my mother, that was all. That did not work out so much. The horses stumbled over each other to get away from me, my mother standing appalled, fear and anguish in her eyes. I ran to her, joy filling me at our anticipated reuinion. Then, she took two hesitant steps back. I stopped running, slowing to a stop as I watched my mother tear out my heart and walk all over it. I didn't understand. Didn't she love me anymore? Haha, don't make me fucking laugh. As I stood in shock, looking into my mother's shattered soul, I felt teeth sink into my sides and flanks. The king was upon me, tearing at my skin with vampiric fangs. There was no need, for the fur came out real easy. My flesh did yield beneath the brute's teeth, sliding off the bone in chunks. Pain worked its way viciously into my as I was dropped. The brute began coughing, his throat convulsing as the flesh began to blacken, withering as it fell off, revealing bits of spine and muscle. His eyes bulged and he collapsed, my mother instantly at his side, sobbing over him. She was his mate. His fucking mate, the dumb harlot.

A resolution filled me. I turned darkened eyes to my mother as the wolves trembled and cowered from my wilting frame. They were all little cowards, scared of a colt. What, is there something on my face? A burning pain bit at my 'brows', peeling across my right cheek and down my throat. Fur began falling from that side like snow in the winter. The amber of my eyes was blazing bright, and I turned to the nearest brute, a tiny little colt snort making me cough as it tickled from my throat. The brute instantly grew angered and snorted back, charging at me. His teeth touched me, but instantly the unknown clung to him, his teeth decaying as the skin of his maw peeled back to reveal blood that poured evenly down him, making him choke on it. His eyes bulged, one turning to liquid as it rested upon his cheekbone and he collapsed. I did not know what was wrong with me, but whatever it was was obviously growing airborne by the moments as they ticked away dreadfully. Teeth snapped at me, the mass panic turning to anger at their own cowardice against a mere colt.

However, their anger was in vain. Every time they bit into me their faces would peel back, their fur falling off in clumps as their skin turned to squishy liquid and slipped right off their bones. It was not just them, either. My own flesh was being eaten by some sort of malady. The carnage around me weighed in upon me at that time, and I took into account all that had happened to this herd. Me, what happened to me. The young feeling of insecurity and loneliness washed into me yet again, and I just wanted my mommy again. She didn't run from me this time, leaning over her fallen mate. I snuggled up against her left flank, my infected right side subconsciously on her. She began fading away, coughing and spluttering over the corpse she so sobbed upon. Izanamii, a young horse I once thought a best friend, came to me, then, pushing me away. Her hoof caught on me and she tripped over me, trying to snap her own tiny jaws upon me. In defense I pushed her off. I was scared and confused. Nobody loved me anymore. There was no friend to play with. There was no mother to ease my pain and shake tangles from my mane. There was no father to discipline me. Teach me. It was all stripped from me.

The pain was immense, in my heart and physically. It overcame me and sooner than not the blackness took over.

When I awoke, many of the horses were gone that weren't consumed by the virus that had been breeding within me. My mother was lying dead over her mate. My ex-friend was nowhere to be seen, and I was so cold. The pain was no longer within me, but I couldn't see out of one eye and I ached. Taking a glance over my right side, most of the flesh had replenished itself. Areas were still missing around the shoulder and maw. Some teeth and bone were showing. Along my flank was some patches of thinned fur. Suddenly a scent like the salt of the ocean and the moisture in the air after the rain. It was dry, October air. By this time I was no longer really a colt. My mentality had been, however. No longer it was. For years I lived with the curse of my ruined right side. It was not so bad, having healed somewhat. As I rounded the age of three, I was a young stallion on the rise. Though turned down by many a fare mare, I was not one to give up. I did not let them turn me down. I grew bitter from my ruined state of flesh and body, but no longer did I care. The sickness took me, however. The plague that had once festered in my body claimed my life. It was not meant to be that I would live through such a horrible time.

Three more years later, however, I breathed a breathe that was not my own. My heart was beating with blood that was not my own. Such a fantastic feeling, being "alive" again. I didn't accept it at first, me dying. But looking at my reflection in a body of water, I knew I had to. My right side was a macabre painting the gods had painted themselves. The shoulder fur is missing, the pink skin beneath thinned and stretched taught over bone. There's a couple of ribs showing to the world, the skin around the opening blackened and scarred. My flank was blackened in itself, the pores of the skin having been eaten by the disease that had lived within me. Going up now, my right ear had been wilted away, the missing device causing me a great many problems. The right side of my maw had been wilted away as well, flesh peeled back to reveal teeth and jaw bone. My right eye had been deflated and drained, the eyelid no longer supported and now closed for good.

I was an atrocity, yet it made me filled with a wicked desire. The desire for flesh, and blood. Not just any blood. But the blood of my own kin. I took a liking to the urge, and divulged myself into it. My heart would beat with the killing of another, and the consummation of their blood. It was an addiction I gave in to every time. This is my life, and always will be life. Beware.

[coco]

Approved! ^^

[Jakren]

14.5 height is incorrect. It goes up to .3 and then rolls up to the next number.

[Saevus]

LULZ. I don't know horses from my elbow. Lemme change that. XD

[Saevus]

DID I GET IT?

[scrimpytheshrimp]

If your horse was 14.5, then they would be 15.1 hands.

Horse size goes like this:
14.0
14.1
14.2
14.3
15.0 (aka 14.4)
15.1 (aka 14.5)

You may leave your horse at 15 hands if you please since that is an appropriate height. ^^ [/color]

[Saevus]

Oooh, thank ye, thank ye.
I'm definitely going to do a little research on horses before I get started. XD