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Author: Gonff Patchcoat
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Date Posted: 18:24:29 11/02/03 Sun
Name: Gonff Patchcoat
Nickname: Gonff or Patchcoat "Whatev'r ye please."
Titles: Prince of Thieves, Master of Escape, King of Spies, Patchcoat the Expert of Camouflage, and whatever else he sometimes adds.
Breed: Who knows?
Blood: Equine
Age: Seven autumns
Gender: Steed
Coloring: Doesn't have a nickname like "pathcoat" for nothing. His pelt consists of many different shade of browns and grays and other muted colors. The stallion could be standing right before you and you wouldn't see him.
History: "Why doncha ask me, mateys?"
Personality: Cheerful and silly and always with a song. Reckless and friendly even with his foes. It's very hard not to like him. Treats things like a big joke and is bound to bring a smile or a laugh. Loves to travel and hardly gets caught as he steals tasty vittles from humans and other creatures which makes him the Prince of Thieves. If caught, he somehow escapes easily and no one knows how, especially not having hands and all. Comes from the Northlands and there is warrior training in him but he can usually bluff his way around a fight. Young uns seem to take a liken to this oddly colored beast and he has a great liken for them as well.
Ho there, hey there,
Friends o'er there,
Lend me yore ear.
Ho there, hey there!
Friends o'er there,
Here I come, from where?
Donna knows, donna care.
Ho there, hey there!
Friends o'er there,
Lend some vittles here,
My stomach is quite bare,
Ho there, give a care
Yore matey Gonff is here!
"Whohahaha..." The jig ended with merry laughter as an oddly colored stallion seemed to have materialized out of the trees. His pelt consisted of many patches of many shades of browns, grays, and other muted colors that made a ideal camouflage. Russet orbs shone brightly as he did a strange dance, careful not to trip, and made his way farther into the domain. Filling his lungs with the fresh air he bowed to an unseen audience and felt obliged to sing another jig:
North to South
East to West
I can't decide
Which direction is best.
Traveling afar,
Traveling near,
Hey ho mateys,
Gonff is here!
Prince of Thieves
King of Spies
Master of Escape
Keep a wide eye
For here I come
There I was
You never knew
Just because...
I'm Gonff the thief
Stealing vittles from you
Then laughing merrily
Cause you never knew!
Blending with the trees
Can't catch me
Master of Escape
Ahoy, that's me!
The silly stallion bowed again then pranced about. Grinning to himself he looked about on more time then dropped down the grown and rolled till he was dizzy and boomed with merry laughter. Watching his strange motions one would think him mad, but he isn't... just cheerful whatever the case and extremely pleased with himself for he had just escaped from humans yet again after getting caught stealing a small sack of oats. Lifting his head up he took in his surroundings and in all of his seven years of life he had never seen such a fine territory.
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