Post by Sacoorah on Dec 5, 2014 23:32:04 GMT
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Name: Jametari (Jah-meh-TAR-E)
Breed: Lusitano x Trakhner
Age: 3 Years Old
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Grullo
Mane and Tail colour: Mane: Black tipped in red; Tail: Grullo at the top, then black, and finally tipped in red
Eye Color: Pale Tawny Brown
Markings: A tiny star and a side snip
Height: 16.3 Hands
Personality: Jametari is the epitome of a Dark stallion, though deep inside he's a sweetheart, on the outside he is a flirt, and a bit of an as*h**e, knowing he is a sexy beast and he carries himself proudly for it. He can play the gentleman when he wants too, while also being a sadomasochist. Enjoying the rush he gets from beating on others or being beaten on himself. Jametari can also be playful, though this is rarely, only occurring with his own children, whenever he ever has any. He is extremely loyal to those who have managed to edge their way into his barriers, however though this is a hard task to accomplish.
Despite his allegiances, Jametari has a big heart that is full of love, but he does not easily give his love freely, he likes the chase...usually. Jametari though sometimes hates the chase as it can often last for far too long. He has the makings of a proud leader but he doesn't want to take the time to refine them, being happy enough to be a Guard of some kind. He doesn't like everyone looking to him for guidance and it is hard for him to linger in a single spot for too long. Though the right Huntress will manage to tame him down a fraction, and will likely manage to keep him in a single spot for a while, maybe even tame down his flirtatiousness a little too. He wants to fall in love, have a family of his own but for now he's content being a bit of a player. Ladies want to give him a try?
History: It was late Summer when this hellion met the world. His black Trakhner dam threw herself to the ground with a violent screech. She never wanted this! His grullo Lusitano sire was close on the black mare's tail, his ears pinned flat to his skull. How had this come about, she was supposed to be barren. He was seething inside that she had lied to him! When the colt met the ground, his dam gave him a quick grooming and forced him to his feet and forced him to nurse to get the good milk and then she stalked away from him, fully intending to leave him to the wilds, but the colt was stubborn, stubborn like her and stubborn like his sire he was going to go nowhere but back to the herdlands with his parents.
With glares and snorts of anger and derision the parents kept him in the herdlands, but he was used to take out frustrations and anger and he observed how his sire led the herd, he watched how his dam teased and flirted and left the boys wanting more. He learned the ways of his parents and as he aged he started to put them into practice on the other youngsters of the herd. He became a bit of a celebrity amongst them too. When he was two years old, he realized that he enjoyed when he harmed other equines, it excited him and then he realized that he got the same rush when they attacked him back. At two and a half, the grullo colt had grown handsome and he left his home herd. He left seeking adventure and a new source of the rush he was accustomed to.
He joined a few herds of rogue stags and even briefly led his own harem for a little bit and then, he struck out again, his need for fresh adventure spurring him on. It was then that he found his way here. Uncharted territory, and it meant new adventures. The young Hunter was excited at this prospect and he remains here now, waiting on his next grand adventure and his next grand rush of feeling.
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Name: Jametari (Jah-meh-TAR-E)
Breed: Lusitano x Trakhner
Age: 3 Years Old
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Grullo
Mane and Tail colour: Mane: Black tipped in red; Tail: Grullo at the top, then black, and finally tipped in red
Eye Color: Pale Tawny Brown
Markings: A tiny star and a side snip
Height: 16.3 Hands
Personality: Jametari is the epitome of a Dark stallion, though deep inside he's a sweetheart, on the outside he is a flirt, and a bit of an as*h**e, knowing he is a sexy beast and he carries himself proudly for it. He can play the gentleman when he wants too, while also being a sadomasochist. Enjoying the rush he gets from beating on others or being beaten on himself. Jametari can also be playful, though this is rarely, only occurring with his own children, whenever he ever has any. He is extremely loyal to those who have managed to edge their way into his barriers, however though this is a hard task to accomplish.
Despite his allegiances, Jametari has a big heart that is full of love, but he does not easily give his love freely, he likes the chase...usually. Jametari though sometimes hates the chase as it can often last for far too long. He has the makings of a proud leader but he doesn't want to take the time to refine them, being happy enough to be a Guard of some kind. He doesn't like everyone looking to him for guidance and it is hard for him to linger in a single spot for too long. Though the right Huntress will manage to tame him down a fraction, and will likely manage to keep him in a single spot for a while, maybe even tame down his flirtatiousness a little too. He wants to fall in love, have a family of his own but for now he's content being a bit of a player. Ladies want to give him a try?
History: It was late Summer when this hellion met the world. His black Trakhner dam threw herself to the ground with a violent screech. She never wanted this! His grullo Lusitano sire was close on the black mare's tail, his ears pinned flat to his skull. How had this come about, she was supposed to be barren. He was seething inside that she had lied to him! When the colt met the ground, his dam gave him a quick grooming and forced him to his feet and forced him to nurse to get the good milk and then she stalked away from him, fully intending to leave him to the wilds, but the colt was stubborn, stubborn like her and stubborn like his sire he was going to go nowhere but back to the herdlands with his parents.
With glares and snorts of anger and derision the parents kept him in the herdlands, but he was used to take out frustrations and anger and he observed how his sire led the herd, he watched how his dam teased and flirted and left the boys wanting more. He learned the ways of his parents and as he aged he started to put them into practice on the other youngsters of the herd. He became a bit of a celebrity amongst them too. When he was two years old, he realized that he enjoyed when he harmed other equines, it excited him and then he realized that he got the same rush when they attacked him back. At two and a half, the grullo colt had grown handsome and he left his home herd. He left seeking adventure and a new source of the rush he was accustomed to.
He joined a few herds of rogue stags and even briefly led his own harem for a little bit and then, he struck out again, his need for fresh adventure spurring him on. It was then that he found his way here. Uncharted territory, and it meant new adventures. The young Hunter was excited at this prospect and he remains here now, waiting on his next grand adventure and his next grand rush of feeling.
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