Sampson

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=3e4b57] Name: Sampson Age: 6 Springs Breed (s): 100% Shire Height: 18hh Coat Color: Faded Black Sabino Eye Color: Sky Blue Markings: Sabino markings, bald face, skunk tail, rabicano markings Alignment: Dark | Neutral | Light Personality: Sampson is a hard one to explain, the large brute is polite and gentlemanly if you happen to catch him on a good day. But if you catch the shire on a bad day then you may just wanna treat him like the big bear that he is and back away very very slowly. He can be considered harsh at times and expects to be respected at all times, not just because of his size, but because he was raised to think that he was the best. Sampson has a goal set for himself to be the best possible at everything and anything he sets out to do. If he fails, he gets himself prepared to do better the next time. Of course the male does have a few weak spots, one of which being foals, and the other being something that is vunerable and needs his help. Unless it is another stallion, then he frowns upon them for showing their weakness, he belives that males should be strong enough to keep their weakness hidden. History: Sampson was the product of lust between the Dark Alpha and a lowly dark mare. There was no love in the making of the little demon who would soon grow to be a large fighting machine with a heart of cold stone. Sampson was raised by the lowly mare by her whispering tales of him one day being a great King and taking over the throne of the Alpha. And he believed her, the darkly colored foal spent his days training to be the best possible fighter and wouldn't rest until he was sure that he could survive a fight against the Alpha or the Heir. And one day his chance came... The chestnut and the black battled it out and it was as if the sky had opened and the world was ending, the sound of hooves clashing and thick chests slamming against each other mid air. The black one walked away victor, the white feathers on his ankles and chin stained red with the life blood of the chestnut that was being sucked up by the parched soil. Sampson walked away the victor, but then realized that instead of being revered and loved by the herd...he was hated. So he took his mother and left the herd in the chaos, letting them decide what would happen. Sampson and his mother headed towards the promise land of Tuathia, little did he know that she wouldn't make it to the lands. A week before they would have reached the boarder she fell and didn't get back up. Sampson stood vigle over her body for a night before moving on, promising her that he would make her proud one day. How did you find us?: Khar Recruiter: Kharr Role-play Sample: Everything was wrong. Of course the stallion seemed strong and complete on the outside, he had a mate who he was thinking about putting as his Queen....the black mare he had found half frozen in the forest over the winter. But really, the stallion knew she was just something that he used to try and fill a gaping hole in his soul, most would say that a missing lover left a hole in your heart but the stallion felt differently about the goldened dappled mare. She was something else entirely, more than just a lover, she was his everything, his best friend, his soul mate, the one mare that he wanted to see every night before his eyes closed and the first thing he wanted to see when his emeralds opened in the morning. Waking up to the black mare just felt so wrong.. Like he was cheating himself out of something real. But of course the stallion had no one to go to about his problems and his feelings about the whole situation. Diavolo didn't want to go to anyone in the herd and make it seem as if everything was falling out from under him, even if it was, no as the King he needed everyone to believe that everything was going great between him and the black mare, Luna. Today had been the final straw for the firey colored stallion, he had woken up this morning to the black mare after a dream of the beautiful dappled mare nuzzling his neck and him holding her like it used to be. It took all of his will power not to scream at the mare and tell her to get out of here and that it was all wrong. Instead he had simply removed himself from the situtation, when she leaned in to touch him the stallion stiffened and excused himself, saying that he had some herd business to attend too. As soon as his hooves hit the land outside of his beautiful Enth the stallion tore off. His hooves tearing up the ground behind him as he raced to the one place that he could wallow in his horrible life decisions by himself. The beach where he had met the stunning blue eyed mare was currently the site of what seemed like a bad summer rain storm. Something that didn't seem to be gracing the rest of Illyria, emeralds took in the dreary looking place before he dropped his crown low, trudging out slowly to the water line. Here the stallion stopped and drew his emeralds out to the on coming waves, his bright red coat turning into that of a much darker chestnut as the rain enveloped him and seeped down to his smokey colored skin. The waves grew closer and closer, the occassional one crashing down on his hooves and ankles, the feeling of them eventually numbing just like the rest of him. Thoughts of that wonderful day when he had decided to jump from the rocks, facing his biggest fear of heights, and follow the pretty mare into the sparse trees that grew along the coast. Soon he had been enchanted by her eyes and by the end of their meeting the firey stallion had knew that she was the one. About three months after that they had concieved a foal along with adopting two foals who had since dissapaered from Enth and from Illyria entirely. A garbled cry slid from between his smokey velvets as he moved on to the next thoughts. Covering the herd mares left and right as they asked him...the look in Jaeser's eyes when she rejected his request for her to be his Queen and rule by his side. He had fucked everything up and now he had nothing. Diavolo was simply a shell of what he had been, the mare Istari Luna was nothing more then a rebound girl and he felt terrible for stooping to the level of toying with other's emotions. Another sob slid from his chest but the stallion held the tears back as much as he could, hoping that none of his herd members or fellow herd stallions would come across him and find him in his vunerable state. The stallion dropped his dripping crown, tucking it close into his chest that had rivets of water coursing through the flame hued hairs, waiting for the storm to pass and a sign on what he should do to make his wrongs right to come. "Speech" [Featuring;; Sampson ; Black Sabino w. Rabicano ; Shire ; Blue ; 6 ; 17.3 ; Herdless ; No Mate ] [Tag;; ] [Words;; ] [Muse;; ] [Notes;; ]

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