Satanael // Male // The Syndicate

[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

Foal Name: Satanael
Parents: Witchcrypt x The Meta
Siblings from Same Breeding: Cyclone
Desired Alliance: The Syndicate

Sample Post:

[smear:bbbbbb]S A T A N A E L[/smear:444444]

I am a lion, and I want to be free.
do you see a lion, when you look inside of me?

Reversed orbs watched the scene unfold before them. The brindled pelt of his dam stood before him, a few feet away, her stature much shorter than his sire; whom stood just opposite of his mother, the two in a heated conversation. His pale ears pricked forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the conversation, but he was too far away to hear anything that could be considered English, or an of the multitude of languages his sire knew. The cream colored youngster turned away from them, finding it useless to just stand there and watch, if he did not know what they were arguing, then watching them was utterly pointless. He hated it when his parents fought, it was a normal thing here, in the Reach and even in his mother's land, Cocytus, which he didn't particularly like due to the cold but he and his brother had to stay with her there, until they were able to eat solid foods. He much preferred Reach for its warm climate and there was Uncle D and Uncle Hark to play with and even his cousin, Zsadist, who was a bit odd but Satan enjoyed his company anyway. The appaloosa colt turned away from his parents bickering, making his way back into the training area, where he was supposed to be training. He halted once, looking over his shoulder, he was surprised Mother had come all this way to Reach, due to her being on bed rest for so long after birthing him and his brother. A small smile came to his cream and black lips, admiration sparked in his eyes; It was hard to keep his mother down, no matter her health.

He shook his skull and turned the way he was going and took off at a gallop, his long, thin legs carrying his small body quickly across the land. His long tail flicked in the air, much like a cat's. He did not have sharp dentals like his mother, he had much more. This poisoned land had blessed him in more ways than it had his mother. He and his brother had both been tainted upon their physical appearances and were told time and time again by their dam to never let that stop them. She had taught them to embrace anything this land gave to them, no matter what it was, for it would mold them into the stallions they would be. The young colt had made it his personal mission to never disappoint his parents, that would be the ultimate shame to him. Even his brother, to see disappointment in his twin's eyes, that would tear him apart and he wasn't sure if there would be anything left of him after that. He would have nothing left in this world. No meaning. His mother's lessons about family had really stuck with the cream colt.

Satan snorted as he heard the sounds of training and he forced himself to think of the here and now and not loosing himself in his thoughts. Father would be furious if he saw his youngest son was drifting off while running, it was a dangerous place to be in. Satanael came around the corner, the eyes he got from his sire taking in the sights. His Uncle Hark and Uncle D were 'sparring' when he was sure it was a full on fight. He couldn't help the grin that plastered his facials. It didn't take much thinking from him and his brother, but the two had figured out quickly that these two; their 'uncles' were always bitching and bickering like an old married couple. It drove their mother insane and she would sometimes join in on their fighting. His eyes drifted from the duo to the forms of other members of his father's Band. He skimmed over the bodies of Zsadist, The Red Queen, the Mad Hatter...Iliana and finally his twin. Satan moved his long stilts forward, cantering through the hot sands to slide to a stop beside his brother, nearly ramming into his sibling. A smile immediately broke out on is black and cream lips, a giggle escaping from his larynx as he lifted up on his hinds and draped his long, splindy legs across his brothers back, mindful of the wings that grew there. He lashed out with his dentals, nipping at his twin's nape in a playful manner. He made a growling noise, something he seemed to do a lot; Wicca suspected he got that habit from his sire. [smear:bbbbbb]"Come brother, let us do something other than traaaining."[/smear:444444] He drug the word 'training' out in a bored voice and grinned down at his brother before sliding off of his back.

He looked upon his brother, awaiting his words. Cyclone was his rock, the place he could go when he had no where else. He cherished this in his brother; the understanding and gentle spirit that kept him on the straightened arrow of life. Thoughts always tainted Satan's mind; worries and things similar. His own thoughts worried him and he confided in his brother when they truly worried him. It would take a bit of poking from Cyclone's part, but he would ultimately let his thoughts out. He had never shared his thoughts with either of their parents or their 'uncles'. He remembered explaining to Cyclone at one point, that it was like a war inside his head. Always raging around with bombs and death. It worked on his spirit and his heart, making him anxious and over-bearing sometimes. He was positive if he had never been a twin or if his brother had not survived, then he would have never stayed sane this long. Black and cream lips opened to a grin as he bounded at his brother, nipping his ear and pulling on it slightly,[smear:bbbbbb]"Let us go, come on!."[/smear:444444] He shouted and turned on a dime, pushing off and charging through the sands; not even getting a glimpse from his bickering Uncles who were supposed to be watching the twins.