Post by Tazzin on Apr 25, 2013 11:42:52 GMT -7
Most will whisper just how insane the colt was, how the cross between a fire and volcano had screwed up the young boy into something insane, crazy... not right. Other talk behind the back of how weak he was, or how his fire elements could not properly be used. Was they right?, the insane part... yes. He had just turned two and was more insane and wicked then his ole man GhostLock. He was more of his mother, Devi had been the wicked dominate type. She had been the type that was just perfect enough to matter to GhostLock. Though soon, the affections stopped as after the boy was birthed, she had disappeared. Leaving GhostLock to defend for his new herim. And he did, giving the name Ghosts Dreadsteed the colt was becoming a fine thing within his fathers eyes.
Muscles ripped beneath his pelt. As a yearling, he was tall, and well build. He was GhostLock all over, standing at fifteen hands, he was almost half the size of his sire. The colt ran, fire spitting here and there beneath his daggers, nape arched. Ears pinned, he snorted. Throwing up his hand, he nip at the air. Though it wasnt just the air, it was the Red Fire Phoenix Fawkes an imagine friend the colt had developed as a youngster while his father was too busy for him. Dreadsteed spoke to this bird, and to him, he was not imaginary.... If one was to say he was, the yearling might end up blowing up on them. There was a lot of anger held deep within him. And though he was not suppose to leave the lands of Terra De Felwood, he always seemed to make the journeys short, but remediable. Never was he nor will he be caught.
