Naesiri

[i!shadow!i]

I am screamed Naesiri


I am mooned 5


I am created a Stallion


I am bred for a Friesian


I am raised 16.3


I am painted black


I am marked with blue orbs


I whisper Arrowhorse


My past is long, bloody, and filled with malice. Do you dare to listen? If you continue, you may never want to go to sleep, ever again. Fine, here it is. I was born, like any other colt. Yet my bloodline was honored and was served to. Not that anyone wanted to. When I walked around my hometown, instead of the friendly nods, I was greeted my snarls, and sometimes even attacked. Once, I was strolling through my forest to where my parents lived, when I was attacked. But before the horse could lay a hoof on me, he was shoved aside and knocked hard into a tree. Of course, I was never actually alone, being in my honored family. I had two black guards who where hidden alongside me.
The horse who had attacked rose again and struck at me. His hooves flailing, he was thrown back again, and knocked his head upon the tree. The stupid horse paid no attention to his dying body, for he kept on trying. Soon, he lay dead upon the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes rolled back, and stared silently into the distance. But, I really couldn't help it, I laughed so loud and wickedly. I ordered my guards off and walked towards the horse. I pushed his body harshly with my hoof, then, I jumped on him, my hooves sinking into his body, blood gushing around them. I laughed over and over again, it felt so relaxing, like massage water running around my feet. I finally pulled out my feet with blood flowing after them like a trail or water from a river. I dragged my feet the whole way to our home to make a blood trail, to worn my soon to be citizens, of the kind of ruler I would be like.
Yet little did I know, my brother was in the resistance. He was against our whole ruling family, and he wanted no part of ruling it. It took a while for him to join, but eventually he got in once they found him useful. And, the black horse I sucked the blood out of, happened to be him. He wanted nothing more than to kill me, just me, because he knew it was devastate my parents, and allow any resistance member to easily take the thrown. But it all backfired when my brother forgot about the guards, ha, a fool he was.
And so my life went on, and I become King, ruling ruthlessly over my land. My parents had died an old age, not form being killed, luckily. Well, except for my father, who in the end I did kill because of being too impatient. I mean, I was just about to be King, I could not wait!!
But then the humans came. And as always, our whole kingdom was removed and replaced everywhere around the world. At the time, we lived in Scotland, ha, imagine how we ended up here, in Montana.


I am known as ruthless, a slaughterer. I kill with no mercy, and no mercy afterwards. I never regret what I do, ever, I never think it over. I built for killing, and my hooves sharpened for battle. I've killed many, and I ma proud to be known as once King. I am bloody, and I love none, I don't intend to either.

[i!shadow!i]

Accepted, I know I have three stallions, but Darkwing will be going soon.