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Name: Ra'avis
Pronunciation: rah ‘ ahvis
Nickname: Vis
Age: 5 years old
Sex: Stallion
Height: 16.3hh
Breeding: [Oldenburg x Ostfriesen x Frederiksborger x Holsteiner x Selle Francis x Trakehner] x [Akhal Teke x Russian Don]
Eye Color: Sage Green
Genetics: ee/aAt + ee/aa/nCr (foals can inherit either set)
Coat Color: Chestnut/Palomino Chimera
Markings: His base is a fiery orange chestnut with large splotches of creamy palomino staining Vis' left side, rump, foreleg, chest, neck, and head. Along the right side it reaches across his neck and chest. He has extremely dark skin under both coat colors, present around his muzzle and eyes. No white markings.
Body: Ra’avis can be considered something of a refined 'heavy' warmblood, taking after his sire in terms of height and powerful frame. Long, sturdy limbs support a deep chest bordered by broad shoulders and well-muscled haunches connected by a wide back. The lighter blood in his breeding chisels in handsome features and keeps him from appearing too 'chunky'. His dam's deep rooted Teke and Don heritage lends him a soft metallic sheen to his coat and an added bit of elemental resilience.
Fertility: Fertile
Deformity/Unique Trait: Lacks any sort mane/bare crested.
Personality: This red boy is a world of extremes and contradictions and roguish charm. Bullheaded, resourceful, and ambitious combined with passion enough to light a thousand fires, he has the potential to be quite the wild storm. At his young age his emotions have a tendency to get the better of him, changing within the blink of an eye and as explosive as they are volatile. With a bit of age, Vis will learn to control himself more and more and may use his wit to become quite the manipulator.
Ra’avis’ trust can be hard to gain, and his grudge is even harder to shake. He does not forgive nor forget and is a vindictive creature when he believes he has been wronged. But he does have a soft spot for those who are able to gain his respect and those under his care. Fiercely loyal and ready to drop everything to help a friend in need. There is also a romantic streak in this boy, a determination to become a better father and lover than his sire was.
History: He was born to a lone mare and a wandering stallion she could never seem to stop trailing, both physically and mentally. The stallion took pity on her and allowed her to 'catch up' for one night which resulted in Vis' conception. After birth, Della, his dam, was broken when his father refused to accept Vis as his own son and could not wait to rid herself of the mane-less foal she had birthed. Having been left to fend for himself as soon as he was weaned, his childhood is one he has long forgotten and refuses to reflect on that short year. He has since focused on moving and has never stopped.
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One
Sample Post: The power of the dunskin’s four feathered appendages working in harmony scattered the thick mist that lay over Crystal-Bell. Steam rose from his sooty shoulders and flared nostrils, bright green and gold eyes scanning his surroundings as he lowered his bulk onto the bank of one of the lakes. Dark grey hooves clattered over the stone shore in a slow trot to help with a gradual dissipation of his previous momentum. Within a few meters, Brahm’s steps had relaxed into his normal long, unhurried, marching strides and his wings had taken from their steady beats to stretching themselves out in turns as he walked. The muscles ached when pulled after their first flight in sometime in the overcast skies and his lungs burned with the cold, early fall morning air.
But he relished the feeling, savoring it as though it was his first.
Even his dark purple firefly, Ian, seemed to be in a fair mood as the creature released the messy braid it had clung to during the draught's flight. It danced lazily about his scarred face, enjoying the chilled early morning and the odd sounds of groggy animals greeting the sun as it fought through cloud cover and the pine trees on the opposite shore.
It was the familiar sound of an equine that broke his leisurely stroll, easily picked up against the soft background of stirring birds and the odd skittering animal. His black capped limbs ceased in their march at the noise, wings retracting into loose repose near his sides while his chiseled head swung towards the direction of his company with curiosity reflecting in his stern, bright green and gold gaze.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9.0
What do you suggest we do next/improve?:: Maybe host site-/land-wide events such as land disasters, festivals, battle/steal/scavenger hunt/posting tournaments that may result in 'winners' or participants earning store items, gems, and/ or unique items?
Where did you find us?:: Belligerence
What would you like to be called?:: Mali
the red dragon of nowhere
For shipwrecks and sirens
16.3hh|5yrs|chestnut/palomino|heart belongs to none
