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MY FATHER CREATED ME. >>colt
I'VE LIVED FOR. >>two years old
MY MOTHER BLED ME. >>quarter horse paint cross
MY FAMILY CHEERS FOR. >>dark



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THEY COLORED ME UP. >>dark bay overo
THE RIBBONS AND BANNERS FLY. >>blackWAS TATTOOED UP. >>none yet
EXTRA DETAILS UPON ME. >>blaze and left back leg has a sock and a white pasturn on left front leg
GLOBES LOOK AROUND. >>eye color
THE DOCTOR SAYS....
--MY BRAIN IS. >>100%
--MY BODY SAYS. >>80%- mildly psychotic and also he has Renfield's Sydrome
I STAND UP.>>fifteen hand high [and still growing, but will be sixteen hands when he turns three and a half. Then he will be growing no longer after that.]




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MY PAST LIFE. >>You know how most foals have the taste of milk after they are born and up and walking about this place? Yea not for me. I had the taste of something else. For when I was up and walking around this place. I looked down to see that my mother had died when she was giving birth to me. It was like I was the one that did it, when it was really her, since she was the one that wanted to give birth to me. Though this is not the reason why I had asked this question. For when I woke up from my birth an rose up. Lets just say my dark father was standing right there. He looked down at me and told me, 'You will not drink from your mothers milk. Taste the blood that was once hers and is now yours. ForeI comand this from you.' His words were cold, but only due to the fact that he was a dark equine. One who has always tasted blood through everything. So once he told me that. He had reacheed down and chopped down onto my mother's dead carcass. Then he turned and came up behind me. Nudging me to tkae a drink from the place he had opened my mother up at.

With just a nod of my skull. I took my steps forwards. Finding myself licking at the blood that rested inside of her and from there on I had loved the taste of blood. The cool crimson running down my throat. Oh the thought of telling you this is just making my tonuge have the taste of blood again. For now I was older than my younger-self once was. I had grown up to a nice size equine, but I still had some growing to do. With my pillars holding me up in the air. I journeyed over the land after my father passed away. Now I travel into a land known as Run Like the Wind. Hoping to join a band of Dark Colts. Just so that I can have some good fun and adventures with them, as time comes over this place.
MY PARENTS TAUGHT ME. >>Many foals my age would mostelikely be the happy type and yet here I am. The one that is not a happy one. Oh wait that is a lie right there. FOr the only time that I have any kind of fun is when I watch another equine summer a death that is not so great or they are being tortured by someone. That is just me and my twisted mind. Just the many that come in my way are not ones that leave with a good thought of me. For when I look at someone I just picture myself going and destroying them inside of my head or I have the question of what does their blood taste like. I mean that is just how I roll with these kinds of things. Oh and then comes the mare. Oh yea, the sweet smell of a mare makes me go crazy. For as I get older I will be the type of dark stallion that will go crazy when a mare comes into view and I can tell that they are in season. For I will be all over that in a heart beat. So I can see by the look on your face that you can't believe a foal like myself would act like this. Well yea, I am that kind of foal. So watch your step. For I might be the stallion that is coming for you and your life that you are living
THEY THEMED ME. >>none yet
THEY SING TO ME. >>none yet
MY ALLIES. >>none
MY ENEMIES. >>none
MY GENES ARE SPREAD FROM. >>none
MY EXTRA LIFE. >>none




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HIS MARE. none yet
HIS FOALS. none yet

FATHER. mar
MOTHER. unknown
BROTHERS. none
SISTERS. none

GRANDFATHER. unknown
GRANDMOTHER. unknown
AUNTS. unknown
UNCLES. unknown
COUSINS. unknown

GRANDSONS. none
GRANDDAUGHTERS. none