Evictus II / Male / Imperium (waiting for ban to be lifted)

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Foal Name: Evictus II
Parents: Crown Royale x Evictus
Siblings from Same Breeding: --
Desired Alliance: Imperium

Sample Post:

E V I C T U S ^II
i am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my years.
for in this world, i am bound to ramble. i have no friends to help me now.

The dappled colt bounced in the warm waters, a laugh erupting from the young larynx. There was youth in him, but also something old. His mother told him of his father often. How he was named after him. He was told of the victories and failures of his sire. While this did not alter the colt's fiery persona, it set a hot fire in his heart. He strived to be like his Father, but better. He would not let insanity taint him and be his driving force. Like his Father before him.

While the youngster had never met his sire, he constantly 'heard' him. Like whispers on the wind, silent ramblings. Teachings. Delusions of the perfect being. Many that had known the stallion, Evictus, swore it was him, reincarnated. The mare, Ijosid, had caught a glimpse of the last child of her sire. Her half brother. She had whispered to others that it was the Devil's Spawn. The bastard, her sire, had been reincarnated. Reborn. To reek havoc among the living again. No one truly knew. Not even the coltine himself. He snorted at the surface of the water, the ripples reflected in his red orbs. His gray lips pulled into a smile of triumph. What he had accomplished, no one would know, he wasn't even sure he knew, he just felt unbelievably giddy. He had separated himself from his mother about a week ago and within good reason. He was old enough and he was starting to look at her lecherously.

The psychopathic colt looked up from his reflection as something skirted through the trees. Red irises danced over the treeline, waiting for something to pop out at him. His young body heaved with exertion from his romping, breath coming out in huffs. Twin harks pivoted in their sockets, but there was nothing but the sound of birds chirping. He snorted and looked back down, but the face in the reflection was not himself. The mis-matched eyes were not his. But at the same time..it was him. The colt looked closer, a deathly grin flitting across the face, the lips disappearing, and showing dentals in a demonic grin. A unholy screech pierced the foals auds and the colt pinned them instantly, closing his eyes until the sound was gone. When he reopened them, the face in the water was his. Black stripe in his many and everything. He neighed lightly, another vision, another delusion. The colt shook it off and like nothing had happened, he continued playing in the waters.
Text. "Speech."

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