Name: Konan
Age: 6 years
Gender: Mare
Herd: Eternal Fire Herd
Rank: Lead mare (?)
Breed: Clydesdale (I don‘t know if your accepting fantasy unicorn‘s yet, but if so, she‘s part Nightmare)
Summary: Konan is a ruthless, vicious mare. Although to some herd mates and younger ones she has slivers of kindness, but to others, Konan does not hesitate to ram a horse over. She enjoys fire, and barren lands. It brings joy for the twisted mare to feel it under her hooves. Another thing she enjoys, is killing, if she ever does get her own chance. Avoiding her may be ideal. Although, Konan can be a good mate, as well as a mother, and a good herdmate to those who gain her respect.
Konan was raised in the wild, before she was taken by human‘s. She was raised, and abused, as a farm horse. But one day, the timid little Konan was burned on her right leg, causing the flesh there to distort, and the pelt she had there never grew back. But Konan shyed. It was terrifying. She trampled the pair who raised her. She had broken arms, legs, disconnected a jaw with her kick, and all because of a tiny burn. The young mare felt slight joy by this. And, after a final, angry and distorted snort, Konan galloped off, never to be seen by the horrified villagers who came at the screaming of her captors.
Descriptiion: (Still not sure if fantasy horses are allowed, so bracket‘s are like, her fantasy appearance) Konan is small for a clydesdale, having a stunted growth. She has a dark chocolate pelt (Raven black and fiery red and orange if Nightmare) with a raven black mane. (A mane and tail, as well as the hair around her ankles) She has black, unforgiving beady eyes (Red eyes).
Roleplaying Example: Konan treaded through the barren lands, a wide smile on her beautiful face. But behind her beautiful face, there was a twisted mind. She wanted the fire beneath her hooves. Or the joy of trampling someone or something. She whinnied and tossed her head, looking for anyone else. Seeing noone, Konan smirked. The barren lands made the mare happy. She tossed her head, trotting forwards. She stopped at a small patch of emerald grass, gently nipping at it. After she had finished, the mare trampled the small shoots that resided there.
Konan took off into another gallop, looking for someone to challange her. She stopped at a dreary looking forest. Her twisted smile widened, looking much like a Chelsea Smile. (Bring me the Horizon. Umph.) She trotted inwards, looking around. “Hello? Anyone here? Come out! Or I‘ll find you.“ The last bit would cause any horse to shudder with fright. It was demonic. No. Worse then demonic. It was twisted, dark, and full of terrifying courage. Hopefully, this herd wouldn‘t be so goody like the other herds she had seen.
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