Post by lozi on Jul 29, 2017 10:36:49 GMT -5
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Alex Steele | M | 17 |
Alex is quite the- er, interesting figure. His ears and hindquarters are modeled off of that of a of a silver buckskin lusitano horse with black blanket markings, chestnut stocking coloration, and black feathering. These half human, half horse creatures are called Ipotanes. From the waist up, Alex is human, with a tanned complexion.. His tail is jet black, and short cropped, about 12 inches in length. His hair (on top of his head, by the way) is a chestnut, the same shade of his stocking markings, thick and windswept. Sprouting right out of his hair are two large silver buckskin ears, with black tips. His eyes are a muddy mix of brown and green, bright and smiling. His shoulders are broad, his arms muscular. Alex stands at 6’11”. He wears a jet black sweatshirt, mostly in cold seasons. On the back of his sweatshirt is a horseshoe, in pale grey.
It was darkening in the sky when Alex came crashing through the brush. He was pushing his speed capability, even with horse legs you could only run so fast. One might wonder what he was doing out so late, and the only answer he could give was that he was running for his life. From what, he did not know. He'd never seen anything like it before.
He'd always known he was different, no kid could run as fast as him, and no kid had the legs of a horse. He never talked about it, he'd learned when they gave him strange stares. He'd played it off with a biting sarcastic remark abut someone being gullible, or said it was a joke, don't be stupid. Alex picked up pretty quickly that people didn't like differences. They liked what they were familiar with, what didn't scare them. Most times, Alex was happy to deliver.
It was then that the weight slammed into his back, shoving him to the ground. His breath was knocked out of him in a rush, and he rolled over, wheezing. He struck out with his hooves, meeting a hard, fleshy surface. A roar, not unlike a lion's, echoed in his ear, and he felt a sharp prick into his chest. He clutched at what felt like a spine, pulling it out. The barbed, thorn like object didn't come out easily, and he shouted in pain. Was this where he was going to die?
What he didn't know was that he had encountered a manticore, who was looking for an easy dinner. Of course, Alex didn't intend to be an easy dinner. He lashed out with his fists, shouting for help all the while. Was anyone hearing his screams?
The fight was draining out of him, and he lay back on the ground, his kicks becoming weaker and weaker. his voice was growing hoarse. He shuffled his hands around on the ground before he found what he was looking for. Picking up the sharp spine, he jabbed it into the manticore randomly, stabbing it over and over, before stabbing it once more. The manticore was roaring angrily now, but it had slumped to the ground.
Alex peeled himself off of the ground, checking out his surroundings. In the distance, he could see a light. He stumbled towards it, holding the wound on his chest. It wasn't looking good, the edges had turned black and ugly. If he could just make it to the light in the distance...
Ha. That was funny. He sounded like he was looking for heaven. Instead, all he got was a porch light. picking up speed, he checked over himself. He looked pretty banged up. Flicking his ear to dislodge a stick that had caught in his hair, he pushed towards whatever he was seeing.
Alex Steele | M | 17 |
Alex is quite the- er, interesting figure. His ears and hindquarters are modeled off of that of a of a silver buckskin lusitano horse with black blanket markings, chestnut stocking coloration, and black feathering. These half human, half horse creatures are called Ipotanes. From the waist up, Alex is human, with a tanned complexion.. His tail is jet black, and short cropped, about 12 inches in length. His hair (on top of his head, by the way) is a chestnut, the same shade of his stocking markings, thick and windswept. Sprouting right out of his hair are two large silver buckskin ears, with black tips. His eyes are a muddy mix of brown and green, bright and smiling. His shoulders are broad, his arms muscular. Alex stands at 6’11”. He wears a jet black sweatshirt, mostly in cold seasons. On the back of his sweatshirt is a horseshoe, in pale grey.
It was darkening in the sky when Alex came crashing through the brush. He was pushing his speed capability, even with horse legs you could only run so fast. One might wonder what he was doing out so late, and the only answer he could give was that he was running for his life. From what, he did not know. He'd never seen anything like it before.
He'd always known he was different, no kid could run as fast as him, and no kid had the legs of a horse. He never talked about it, he'd learned when they gave him strange stares. He'd played it off with a biting sarcastic remark abut someone being gullible, or said it was a joke, don't be stupid. Alex picked up pretty quickly that people didn't like differences. They liked what they were familiar with, what didn't scare them. Most times, Alex was happy to deliver.
It was then that the weight slammed into his back, shoving him to the ground. His breath was knocked out of him in a rush, and he rolled over, wheezing. He struck out with his hooves, meeting a hard, fleshy surface. A roar, not unlike a lion's, echoed in his ear, and he felt a sharp prick into his chest. He clutched at what felt like a spine, pulling it out. The barbed, thorn like object didn't come out easily, and he shouted in pain. Was this where he was going to die?
What he didn't know was that he had encountered a manticore, who was looking for an easy dinner. Of course, Alex didn't intend to be an easy dinner. He lashed out with his fists, shouting for help all the while. Was anyone hearing his screams?
The fight was draining out of him, and he lay back on the ground, his kicks becoming weaker and weaker. his voice was growing hoarse. He shuffled his hands around on the ground before he found what he was looking for. Picking up the sharp spine, he jabbed it into the manticore randomly, stabbing it over and over, before stabbing it once more. The manticore was roaring angrily now, but it had slumped to the ground.
Alex peeled himself off of the ground, checking out his surroundings. In the distance, he could see a light. He stumbled towards it, holding the wound on his chest. It wasn't looking good, the edges had turned black and ugly. If he could just make it to the light in the distance...
Ha. That was funny. He sounded like he was looking for heaven. Instead, all he got was a porch light. picking up speed, he checked over himself. He looked pretty banged up. Flicking his ear to dislodge a stick that had caught in his hair, he pushed towards whatever he was seeing.