.:|TITHE|:.

Character Bio
NAME
Tithe

Age: 3
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Slate blue/gray

APPEARANCE
Height: 40 in
Weight: 180lbs
Color/Build: Black undercoat, steel gray overcoat and dusting. The gray is thicker on his shoulders, face, and back.

Personality: Chat with him and find out!
Imprintability: Imprintable
OOC - Dargon

OOC Information
(for new members)
SAMPLE: (He is a horse on a different site)
He made the swim on his own. It had been a rough swim, the waters of the Bay already starting to show their temperament after the pleasantness that was the spring. But he had been determined to make it without his mother this time. She had always been pressuring him to be strong, to be independent, to work and grow. Normally he would have waited for her, or she would have insisted on travelling with him, but he was older now and she had been more forward with who he was.

I raise kings. She had told him, told him from days after he had been born. You will be strong, and you will be a king. He had excitedly called himself a king, and she stood firm and told him no, he was barely a page. He was a few months old. His dark grey, curly, mane starting to fall into darker grey eyes and his lanky frame already lean and strong from swims to the Crossing, and living on Tinuvel. He was frustrated and angry when she told him he was not yet a king and it would take time. He was not strong enough yet, he needed to work harder. He needed to grow. The colt walked through the Crossing, avoiding the Common like he had been told, but otherwise mindless in thought.

She had told him what had happened, why he wore his coat like armor, and impressed upon him until he understood. The anger he felt was consuming for such a young child and he anguished about it. She had let him run off, hiding himself in the caves, trying to piece it all together. His mother was the strongest he knew, and she had been hurt. He was the product of her pain. Yet she loved him, she had made sure he knew that. He swore he would be there for her, and he was going to keep his promises. He vowed to keep his promises.

His hooves splashed through small streams that had diverted from the rivers that fed the falls. He moved towards the pounding sounds of the water, trying to drown out the pounding of his mind and his heart. He stopped for a moment and looked down into his reflection. The choppy hair. The young face. It was true, nothing more than a page looked back at him. He reached his nose down to the water, as if he could study himself in the ripples.

I will only give birth to kings. Her voice echoed through his mind as he breathed in the crisp scent of the water, the words drowning out the roar of the falls.

“I can be a king.” The page whispered the promise to the water.

Have you read the rules? I deny the laws of the land and insist on a state of anarchy. (Yes, I have)
What is your required post minimum? My personal one is 250. Your’s is 200.
How did you find us? An intense amount of advertising board searching and stalking. Did you know you’re the only wolf site I could find?
Email: Princessdargon@gmail.com
Chantango: None.
Other Contacts: We’ll see.
Birthday: November 21st