have you forgotten how to F L Y ?

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ASPHYXIATION.

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b i r t h n a m e !? asphyxiation.
s t a g e n a m e !? phyxia, phyx.
o r i g i n !? when he was born, he was choking upon his own umbilical cord. the name seemed to fit.
w i n t e r s !? five.
b l o o d !? arab x shire x thoroughred x qh x mustang
m e a s u r e !? seventeen point one hands.
p a t h !? highway to hell.
s c o p e s !? deep brown, seemingly black.
c a n v a s !? grey, with a black stocking on each leg, and black muzzle.
s c y t h e s !? slate.
r i b b o n s !? ebony black.
s c a r s !? a few various scars along his back, rump and legs.

p e r s o n a !? asphyxiation loves nothing more than his dark heritage, and plays upon it at times, using it to do more evil misdeeds than perhaps he normally would. ever since he was a foal, he has delighted in rough play, and then eventually murder and rape. he has no respect for anyone but himself, not even his elders, and his arrogance is unparalelled. he suffers from uncontrolable bouts of depression, leading to anger and utlimately physical harm to not only others but himself. he has no time for foals, and mares are nothing but playthings. he believes love and families are for those of only pure hearts - his is black.

his words are always laced with fury, hatred or plain spite. he rules his land with an iron fist. any who disobey him are lucky to be exiled; the rest are killed. he spills blood without thought or regret, loving the taste of vitae within his maw.

s k e l e t o n s !? born into the herd of his forefathers, the black lake, he grew up on the land where all before him had. for generations, the terra had belonged to his line, but he was not destined for greatness. he was the second foal - would only make it to the title of duke - his elder brother had seen to that. resentment between the two was clear, and when phyxia was just two, he made sure it came to a head. their father, the king, was sick, on his last leg and with the winter fast approaching the herd knew he would not see the spring. preperations were made for the new king to take his place. phyx had other ideas.

under the pretense of burying the hatchet, he offered his brother a walk in the crisp winter snow. once they reached the shores of the lake, secluded from view, phyx attacked his brother violently, and soon the snow around was crimson. the body was pushed into the black waters, never to be seen again. when phyx returned, he innocently asked where his brother was. none in the herd knew of their little walk and it seemed the stag had disappeared from the pressure.

the king died in the winter, unable to bear the cold in his weakened state, and with the rightful heir not returning, the herd named phyx as their leader. still to this day, none know his crime and he rules without regret. he was destined for power, he just made sure it happened.

a warning for those who came uninvited. !

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l a m e n t !? corvinus - asagi.

q u o t e s !? "have you forgotten how to fly?"
"i cannot deny the name of rebellion."

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i cannot deny the name of rebellion. !

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