Name: Sintemaza ("Iron Tail"' in Sioux)
Age (in seasons): Unknown to even him because, for Sintemaza, time is of no value.
Herd: Rogue Johnny Mule
Gender: Male
Rank: N/A
Personality: In a single word-
Murderous. A malevolent assassin who cares absolutely nothing for justice or pity. Cold-blooded, cruel, intelligent, calculating, and utterly ruthless. Has never taken a single ally- rumored to have murdered those of his own blood- and never will. Enjoys killing immensely and takes satisfaction in hearing an equine's death shriek. Lives by the night. Despises the immaculate hierarchies of a herd and is secretly mortified that a former bunch of free rogues have begun to form another
herd that loosely rings true to that of a true herd. Intensely secretive and guile; if you see him, you're inevitably destined to be dead within the next hundred heartbeats. Doesn't take killing lightly; may plan out one murder for many seasons, and then not be seen for seasons after he strikes. Seems to dissipate into shadows and henceforth return from them. Extremely fierce and tenacious; when he intends to kill, he won't relent until his victim is dead. Supercilious and domineering; believes himself to be a hundred times superior to any lead stallion in physical and mental aspects.
Color: True Black Mule.
Markings: Hundreds of small silver scars adorn his flanks as proof of his many battles.
Description of bodily attributes: Utterly massive black johnny. Extremely muscular and tall. Thick mane and tail. Looks nothing like a burro, but he is a mule. Extremely sharp hooves from many seasons of him sharpening them on rocks. Eerie reddish eyes that never seem to show any white around the edges.
Mate/crush (please specify which): *None*
Parents: He probably killed them.
Siblings: Probably killed them too.
Foals: *None*
History:
No one knows his name.
No living horse has ever seen him.
They've only seen his trace.
And his trace is death.
Not a single equine even is wary of his existence.
That's because no living equine even
knows he exists.
The massive mule has remained a creature of shadows for the entirety of his interminable existence, a devious figment of night that none even know lurks around.
But, to keep himself this way, the ruthless Sintemaza has become a guile schemer of his serial midnight killings.
When he finally decides upon an ideal target, the malevolent johnny will spend entire seasons perfecting his trap, working out any possible hitches before he even so much as lifts a hoof. Once he insolates his victim, kills by the light of a cold moon, and guilely sets a false scent-trail, Sintemaza will dissipate into the shadows immediately as the herd's fear is roused by the unexpected death. He will wait until the terrified consternation dies down; when ears stop swiveling at every suspicious crunch through the brambles and when every hoof stops bolting at every intimidating shadow.Until the death is completely chalked up to a mere accident, a fact of life.
Until the victim is forgotten or merely added to the long, inevitable line of:
Just a hapless victim of the cruel elements or canine predation.
Oh, little do they know....
Sintemaza has taken well over a hundred equines' lives in his interminable lifetime, easily more. He is possibly the greatest foe of both herds combined simply because there is no rhyme or reason to his meticulously calculated killings. But when he does strike, Sintemaza may very well not arise from the concealing sanctuary of the night again for another ten seasons....
He kills without question, and upon sight; perhaps so that, amongst his insatiable bloodlust, he remains just that- a mocked rustle, a scorned scent, a shadow in the corner of one's eye....
Something not to be feared.
Until it strikes.
The half-burro, half-horse may have the appearance, ferocity, and size of a stallion, but his cunning is that of a true burro.
He is no mere
villain.
Sintemaza is a diabolical mastermind.
Other: He has an even deeper element to his history that is TBR....
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