Storm

[Storm]

Name ;; Storm
Age ;; 7 years
Gender ;; Stallion
Element ;; Fire
Appearance ;; Storm is a jet black stallion that is of the shimmering night sky. He have hooves that are said to be of the sheer stone of the mountain crags and built with the hollow wind. His head is defined of deep Arabian blood, while mustang runs strong through his veins. At about seventeen hands, the glorious stallion is lean and sleek, as he's said to soar the tilting of the wind. His low set shoulders and haunches are strengthened to muscles at their ambit, and his long, limber legs are said to carry him across distances unknown to horse or animal.
Personality ;; Storm is bold and courageous, yet his ambitions run strong through his pulsing veins that carry his royal blood. Storm is reasonable, yet he is arrogant, so he will defend himself and his herd with his strength and skill with nearly no mercy.
History ;; It was said that Storm was born to the winds as a god in the swirling dark clouds, next to Blind in the heavenly. Stories are foretold that the great stallion was set to the earth in a raging storm as the lightning bolt stabbed the barren earth. The great strike had separated into two offshoots-one of light, and one of dark. The projectile tortured the earth until it formed differently into two blazing sides. As the stallions stepped foot, it's said that they were respectful and agreed to separate the land equally, one of the harsh lands, and one of gracious antiquity. They lived in peace for years, but as they stood while they began to build up their dreams and ambitions. One day, the stallions had begun an argument that set their worlds in down falling turmoil....
The reason why the great tall tales had begun was because the mighty night stallion had remembered none of his past, so many believe in the great strike, the great winds had stole away his memories leaving him as a ambitious, bold, skilled stallion of no reason. Though, these tales are most likely not true, as the horse is one of uniqueness, in good and bad. He is true, and his history is still unknown to this time.
Role Play Sample ;;
The great stallion tossed his mane to the billowing winds as he lifted his muzzle to the vortexing clouds. The sky was of dark stone, rough and sheer as thunder roared above. Though, no rain fell on the aggravated horses as the heat flitted through their sleek summer coats. Shrilling with ferocity, the great stallion reared to the unfurling skies. His hooves slashed his invisible opponent as his call wrung through the canyons. Landing with intensity against the tormented grasses, the mighty horse led the herd toward their new destiny.
Codeword ;; battle

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