Volac

[BATMAN.]

Name: volac.
Gender: xy / male.
Species: horse.
Age: four years.
Coat Color: black frame overo.
Markings: bald face, white markings on neck and stomach, one white sock.
Eye Color: blue.
Height: 16.2 hands.
Body Type: warmblood.
Personality:

oh how to even BEGIN to explain his personality. first and foremost, volac is a sadistic bastard. although he is a brute of few words, his eyes tell all. he has been through hell beginning with a few minutes of him being born and fought his way back. he holds himself higher than most, but he isn't completely disrespectful either. however as far as females go, volac doesn't believe he owes them anything. it takes quite a bit to earn any sort of respect or acknowledge from him. he is also very shallow, he only allows the most beautiful mares to be in his presence. but beauty isn't everything to him, either. you have to be physically fit. he will not allow weaklings to be near him, or else he may just chase them away or possibly worse. volac doesn't believe in equal rights to just be handed to anyone, he thinks that everyone needs to earn their title and prove that they are worthy. there is a side of volac that no one has ever seen before, a part that he isn't even sure its there. he does in fact, have a soft side. deep down.

Sample Post:

The lucid beast stood completely still, black eyes scanned the scarred lands of the Southern Forest. It would have been a horrifying sight for most other equines. However, it didn't phase the onyx stallion in the slightest bit. Death was such a boring thing, really. There was absolutely nothing exciting about it. To him, it was all about how you died, that's what was important. And honestly, that didn't even really matter. It was how you lived your life and who remembered you and what for. Now most wanted to be remembered for doing something great, something heroic. Alvaro, however, wanted to make others shiver and cower just by his very name once he passes. That was the real way to be remembered in his opinion.

As he walked among the dead, literally, his eyes caught movement. A snort sounded from him as he neared the source, a grin growing on his lips. "Well, what do we have here." It was just a little colt, about nearly a few months, he'd guess. "Mommy... I just want my mommy. Please, please sir... help me." The little voice cried in pain, his small body covered in burns. Ears perked at the soft, yet very annoying voice. A wicked laugh burst from his mouth, shaking his head. "Aw, did you lose your mommy? You poor thing... Um, hold on. Let me see," He paused, pretending to look around for the colt's mother. Ears perked as the large brute lowered his head to the colt, nostrils taking in his charcoal scent. Alvaro's upper lip played at the colt's hide on his neck, as if he was about to groom him, or soothe the little horse.

With a swift move, his jaw locked around the colt's neck, biting down hard. The squeals of the baby echoed within miles. Ears pinned back to his head, he stomped his front hoof, whipping his tail around in anger. The brute's goal was not to quickly kill the colt, but to make him suffer, to make him suffocate. Slowly, and painfully. Blood gushed, he could taste the crimson liquid, it surrounded his tongue. The squeals finally ceased, as the colt's body lay lifeless in Alvaro's grasp. He lifted the body upward, his grip till locked on, and he tossed the body a good fifteen feet, against a bolder. Just to make sure. Even if the colt hadn't been entirely dead, he couldn't get up and walk away now, for he had heard a few snaps as the body hit the cold rock.

Licking his lips of the blood, the brute snorted and shook out his mane. Continuing his inspection of mother nature's wrath, his eyes laid upon many dead bodies. Those of equine's he had seen briefly over his years, just by passing or even those he had possibly stalked. Before long, he had came across a particular equine. This one had not been affected by the fire, not even in the slightest bit. The large beast halted a good twenty before the other stallion, as his sense of smell told him. Black eyes danced with anger, his muscles flexed underneath his side. Alvaro stood there, waiting, staring at the pathetic excuse for a stallion.

[Aylette]

Aylette's Verdict: ACCEPTED

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