Post by †Mundus†Panquitch†Darkness...† on Jan 30, 2006 20:26:38 GMT -5
†Name: Mundus
†Breed: Salerno
†Age: 17 Years
†Height: 18 Hands
†Color: Maghony Bay...What's Left Of Him
†Eye Color: Has None
†Allience: Darker Then H.ell
†Personality: A c.ocky b.astard is what you'll come across. He's wise and excerts it in a nasty demeanor. He's vile nasty and never is kind in physically or mentally to mares, foals or just about anyone. He will attack, kill, and devour herdmates or others out of unknown rage for pleasure. Unlike any other horse he eats meat, which stands ot be a potential threat to many. No one can trust him, Mundus can be quite unpredictable. If you gain an allience with him, then prepare yourself to be lied too. He won't help you but watch as you suffer before him. Only those chosen to gain his true alligence are safer, but be warned, even those need to be wary.
†History:In a small town where small townsfolk grew, we sat. In a bar big enough for most of the towns older men.
The peace was disturbed when a man charged in, bloody and half naked with ripped clothing. Everyone stopped to stare at the sight, only I felt what the man would tell was true.
He spoke of creatures of unnatural horror, being led by a demonous monster so foul and horrorific that the devil god of death had birthed it. It was leading an army of creatures just as bad as itself.
They travled from town to town infecting the inhabitants with their poisonious bodies he said.
The rest of the bar laughed at him, only I saw what was warned was true. They found him dead the very next day...no more stories I heard them say...
What came after that changed ours and the towns lives forever. We blamed the bad luck on this unfortunate fate. Demonious monsters flooded the streets at sundown. Feeding off of any living thing and at the head I saw him...
Standing tall, he stared me down with eyeless sockets; so deep they looked liked mini caverns engraved in his skull.
The creatures devoured my friends, family and neighbors. The others at the bar died a terrorfieing deaths. I tried to escape the cries of pleas to live and the pain filled screams as heads shattered open and limbs being twisted apart in unimaginable positions.
I didn't know I escaped hte scene to my unsually empty home. I found my family dead in their beds. I ran out again and to not only find the bar men chasing me. I watched in horror as the now walking dead slithered after me.
Running as fast as I could, fleeing from the small town...the last thing I remember is a sickening cry of laughter ringing in my ears to huant me forever...
†{This History was interpreted by the only living survivor of any of these events led by Mundus, to learn about his history, stay tuned in everyon of his posts}
†Password: Apple...Sure Hope It's Rotten
†Breed: Salerno
†Age: 17 Years
†Height: 18 Hands
†Color: Maghony Bay...What's Left Of Him
†Eye Color: Has None
†Allience: Darker Then H.ell
†Personality: A c.ocky b.astard is what you'll come across. He's wise and excerts it in a nasty demeanor. He's vile nasty and never is kind in physically or mentally to mares, foals or just about anyone. He will attack, kill, and devour herdmates or others out of unknown rage for pleasure. Unlike any other horse he eats meat, which stands ot be a potential threat to many. No one can trust him, Mundus can be quite unpredictable. If you gain an allience with him, then prepare yourself to be lied too. He won't help you but watch as you suffer before him. Only those chosen to gain his true alligence are safer, but be warned, even those need to be wary.
†History:In a small town where small townsfolk grew, we sat. In a bar big enough for most of the towns older men.
The peace was disturbed when a man charged in, bloody and half naked with ripped clothing. Everyone stopped to stare at the sight, only I felt what the man would tell was true.
He spoke of creatures of unnatural horror, being led by a demonous monster so foul and horrorific that the devil god of death had birthed it. It was leading an army of creatures just as bad as itself.
They travled from town to town infecting the inhabitants with their poisonious bodies he said.
The rest of the bar laughed at him, only I saw what was warned was true. They found him dead the very next day...no more stories I heard them say...
What came after that changed ours and the towns lives forever. We blamed the bad luck on this unfortunate fate. Demonious monsters flooded the streets at sundown. Feeding off of any living thing and at the head I saw him...
Standing tall, he stared me down with eyeless sockets; so deep they looked liked mini caverns engraved in his skull.
The creatures devoured my friends, family and neighbors. The others at the bar died a terrorfieing deaths. I tried to escape the cries of pleas to live and the pain filled screams as heads shattered open and limbs being twisted apart in unimaginable positions.
I didn't know I escaped hte scene to my unsually empty home. I found my family dead in their beds. I ran out again and to not only find the bar men chasing me. I watched in horror as the now walking dead slithered after me.
Running as fast as I could, fleeing from the small town...the last thing I remember is a sickening cry of laughter ringing in my ears to huant me forever...
†{This History was interpreted by the only living survivor of any of these events led by Mundus, to learn about his history, stay tuned in everyon of his posts}
†Password: Apple...Sure Hope It's Rotten
