Iniquity | Imperium | Colt

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

CONGRATULATIONS!
You've been cursed with a Colt!

Breed: Caspian x Andalusian x Azteca x Zweibrücker x Swiss Warmblood x American Paint x Quarter Horse x Percheron
Gender: Colt
Height: 17.1hh
Color: Blue Roan Pintaloosa
Mane & Tail: Mane is black with white where paint markings hit crest of neck. Tail is white at the base, fading to black.
Markings: Pinto paint markings, Black appaloosa spots (2-4in diameter) on rump and at withers. Black ears, black marking on face starting at poll and forming a straight stripe (1/2in diameter) down face & ends with upper lip.
*Deformities*: Irises of eyes glow in the dark.
Eyes: Vibrant neon purple
Health:
--Mental: 80% - Sociopath, Sadistic Personality Disorder
--Physical: 100%

Genetics: Ee/aa/Rr/nO/nLp

Birthdate: 11/8/14

Foal Name: Iniquity
Parents: Jacelise x Selven
Siblings from Same Breeding: None
Desired Alliegence: Imperium

Sample Post: 
Their meeting had been brief, and yet here was the first child of many. Selven's son stood before Jacelise. Eyeing his tawny faced mother. Her pink orbs piercing back towards him, there was a silence in Sanguis at that moment. Darkness had fallen, although he could easily see through it's thick blanket. His father was absent from his birth, though the coltine did not seem to care too much. He was curious about his mother, about his home, and what was to come next. His vibrant occulars shifted slowly across the landscape, stepping casually beside his mother. Jace did not seem overly interested in the coltine just yet, though she knew he would be shaped to be a brutal killer. Someone who's name would be spoken throughout the land. More importantly, he was royalty and he would know it. Jace nudged the young creature's shoulder. His glowing irises turning to gaze at the tawny face of his mother once more.


Curious as to why she bothered to touch him now. He regarded her indifferently at the moment, though interested in her words. "Listen to me Iniquity... You are of royal descent. You are great, and will become even greater than you are now." The tawny bitch spoke in a cool tone. Iniquity tilted his head in curiosity. Noticing the scars upon his mother's lips, looking as if someone had torn into them with intent to shred them. Something about the way they looked fascinated him. He couldn't place the feeling yet, but he would one day. "Of course. Mother, who tore your lips so?" Iniquity smirked, almost too eager for her response. The coltine leaned forward, anticipating the delicious story of her scars. "Some bitch that I'll take care of later. I'll take you with me when I don't have to watch over your weak body." Jace responded, returning her son's smirk. It only widened, causing him to take one more step towards his mother. Reaching his muzzle up to brush against the torn bits of flesh where her whole lips used to be. 


Iniquity's eyes seemed to illuminate even brighter in his excitement. No longer did he feel this indifference towards his mother, he felt a connection to her. Their future was going to be one hell of a blood-bath, and they were both looking forward to it. "Of course, mother. Only if I can help." Iniquity uttered in a low, childish voice. Jace spat out a bought of laughter. Further stretching the scars in a way that pleased her son. "Absolutely, Iniquity. I will teach you what it means to be great."