Character and design (c) to me,
Lines (c) to Neara
"Those of you who know me well enough will recognize the name Fusion; (I hope you will anyway ) He was one of the first male stallions that I had ever created (Exactly on Wednesday September 21, 2011) so his 2 birthday should be coming up fairly soon :D He needed a HUGE revamp as most of his markings were scattered and messy. I've said before that I have developed my way of completing designs, and I thought that Fusion was a little past his day. His old design was really different compared to his new design, so you can really see how much I've changed him to match his gang :) Yes, he is a demon horse! I've kinda stopped creating so many as I needed variety, so hopefully my gang of demons will stay at a low number:)" < Note from me
Name: Fusion
Age: Unknown
Breed: Pure Demon Horse
Date of retirement: 07/08/14
History: Deaths Disaster was the place where Fusion grew up, he knows everything about this realm and can walk it's very turf with his eyes closed. He is a born killer and was in a herd not so long ago. However, it wasn't a normal herd... This herd was where both demon and half demon cast dark magic.
Fusion had a close friend to him called Kill Zone, who used to roam along with him during the hard times of the primitive Death's Disaster. They both shared their herd until Shade took leadership and created another herd to match.
Something terrible happened. Nothing in the ordinary. At about midnight, there was trouble in the air, and the smell of strangers. Assassins sent from Sudden Death lurked in the shadows and were spying on Fusions stationary herd, then struck for their desired target. Each assassin was trained with the most expert tutors. They were specialists in silent killing, and when they had completed their task, dead bodies covered the meadows of Deaths Disaster, no blood, no nothing, it was a complete coincidence for Fusion...
When his eyes witnessed what had happened the morning nigh, it was torture... He had failed his duty and let his herd down immensley-the guilt was almost murderous.
Fusion surveyed the area to make sure that no-one else was lurking on site. It was good news to an extent-but where was his friend, Kill Zone? (This was peculiar because Kill Zone always used to wake him and then check on the herd together. If he didn't for any reason, that meant something was wrong)
"KILL ZONE!"
Fusion hollered-panic flooded him like a lake filling rapidly with water and the demon broke into a fast and hurriedly gallop, his face was paler than anything you've ever seen. As he reached the designated area-he studied more dead bodies strewn across the ground... Friends and best friends... But he was shattered and crushed not only by what he saw then, but Kill Zone was spotted in the distance, downed-his motionless body was sprawled out on the thick grass, and it looked as though he had gone to sleep, but he was well and truly dead. Pain and loss encountered Fusion, and that moment messed his mind up for good.
In the future: A couple of years ago was the homicide of his herd Black Magic (that was the herds' name-Both he and Kill Zone decided on the name) the tragedy of his life long friend was involved in the killing, Fusion was really crushed to the ground-so crushed that he didn't speak to anybody for months, nor did he eat.
Fusion walked outside from his lair and stretched out his big black wings, marvelling over the cool temperature, yawning as he did so. He heard something thudding very very faintly in the distance, almost so that you couldn't hear it. This particular thud sounded like horses hooves. Reluctantly, the stallion stepped out into daylight, looking out of his cave and standing guard waiting... When Fusion saw, it wasn't a herd he had seen before. It was the gang of Rising Of The Demons... The leader was galloping in front, leading a huge number of members behind. Fusion stared, clearly awestruck. Her blood red eyes and evil appearance just made him smile.
Fusion puffed out his chest to make himself look huge, and trotted casually down to the herd. The stallion stopped in the path of where they were running. Shade skidded to a halt and reared up, flailing her hooves out wildly in front of her.
"Clear the way or we shall kill you and eat your remains!" Shade hissed, bearing her fangs, assuming a defensive stance and flattening her ears back flat against her skull.
"Nobody shall be hurting anybody." Fusion retorted bluntly, standing his ground whilst holding an impassive glare.
"You're greatly mistaken..." Shade snarled in a low, menacing tone, seething, and regarding him with distaste.
Fusion laughed in a nonchalant manner, before starting to walk past. "Anyway," Fusion started, "Me and you have some business to discuss. I would like to talk to you about some things."
Shade cocked her eyebrows as if somewhat mildly interested in this offer-but her composure didn't change the slightest. She just decided to follow without saying anything.
Both demons walked steadily with Shade's herd following behind.
After a long while, they became mates and created an empire and a brilliant herd.
Personality: Quite a lot like Shade, because Shade and Fusion are mates. Fusion only has a little more heart and love than she does, because his best friend died and understands what its like to loose somebody close.
Mood: Understanding towards Shade, worried, cautious, happy (in long-terms)
Current Living Status: Death's Disaster
Other: None
Age: Unknown
Breed: Pure Demon Horse
Date of retirement: 07/08/14
History: Deaths Disaster was the place where Fusion grew up, he knows everything about this realm and can walk it's very turf with his eyes closed. He is a born killer and was in a herd not so long ago. However, it wasn't a normal herd... This herd was where both demon and half demon cast dark magic.
Fusion had a close friend to him called Kill Zone, who used to roam along with him during the hard times of the primitive Death's Disaster. They both shared their herd until Shade took leadership and created another herd to match.
Something terrible happened. Nothing in the ordinary. At about midnight, there was trouble in the air, and the smell of strangers. Assassins sent from Sudden Death lurked in the shadows and were spying on Fusions stationary herd, then struck for their desired target. Each assassin was trained with the most expert tutors. They were specialists in silent killing, and when they had completed their task, dead bodies covered the meadows of Deaths Disaster, no blood, no nothing, it was a complete coincidence for Fusion...
When his eyes witnessed what had happened the morning nigh, it was torture... He had failed his duty and let his herd down immensley-the guilt was almost murderous.
Fusion surveyed the area to make sure that no-one else was lurking on site. It was good news to an extent-but where was his friend, Kill Zone? (This was peculiar because Kill Zone always used to wake him and then check on the herd together. If he didn't for any reason, that meant something was wrong)
"KILL ZONE!"
Fusion hollered-panic flooded him like a lake filling rapidly with water and the demon broke into a fast and hurriedly gallop, his face was paler than anything you've ever seen. As he reached the designated area-he studied more dead bodies strewn across the ground... Friends and best friends... But he was shattered and crushed not only by what he saw then, but Kill Zone was spotted in the distance, downed-his motionless body was sprawled out on the thick grass, and it looked as though he had gone to sleep, but he was well and truly dead. Pain and loss encountered Fusion, and that moment messed his mind up for good.
In the future: A couple of years ago was the homicide of his herd Black Magic (that was the herds' name-Both he and Kill Zone decided on the name) the tragedy of his life long friend was involved in the killing, Fusion was really crushed to the ground-so crushed that he didn't speak to anybody for months, nor did he eat.
Fusion walked outside from his lair and stretched out his big black wings, marvelling over the cool temperature, yawning as he did so. He heard something thudding very very faintly in the distance, almost so that you couldn't hear it. This particular thud sounded like horses hooves. Reluctantly, the stallion stepped out into daylight, looking out of his cave and standing guard waiting... When Fusion saw, it wasn't a herd he had seen before. It was the gang of Rising Of The Demons... The leader was galloping in front, leading a huge number of members behind. Fusion stared, clearly awestruck. Her blood red eyes and evil appearance just made him smile.
Fusion puffed out his chest to make himself look huge, and trotted casually down to the herd. The stallion stopped in the path of where they were running. Shade skidded to a halt and reared up, flailing her hooves out wildly in front of her.
"Clear the way or we shall kill you and eat your remains!" Shade hissed, bearing her fangs, assuming a defensive stance and flattening her ears back flat against her skull.
"Nobody shall be hurting anybody." Fusion retorted bluntly, standing his ground whilst holding an impassive glare.
"You're greatly mistaken..." Shade snarled in a low, menacing tone, seething, and regarding him with distaste.
Fusion laughed in a nonchalant manner, before starting to walk past. "Anyway," Fusion started, "Me and you have some business to discuss. I would like to talk to you about some things."
Shade cocked her eyebrows as if somewhat mildly interested in this offer-but her composure didn't change the slightest. She just decided to follow without saying anything.
Both demons walked steadily with Shade's herd following behind.
After a long while, they became mates and created an empire and a brilliant herd.
Personality: Quite a lot like Shade, because Shade and Fusion are mates. Fusion only has a little more heart and love than she does, because his best friend died and understands what its like to loose somebody close.
Mood: Understanding towards Shade, worried, cautious, happy (in long-terms)
Current Living Status: Death's Disaster
Other: None