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Description

i have been wanting to do this for SO long now, and i finally
got the change and motivation to do it.
THE NEW AZOG

what was added/changed
-wooden limb on front left leg
-dragon paint tattoo on left front leg
-a leather necklace with multicolored tribal ruins
-horns have been turned to a bone color
-teeth have been shortened
-tail is not floofyer and a small patch grows further up the tail
-he no longer drips ooze from mouth and eyes
-ooze still flows out of hooves

old version of Azog can be found here

Azog was born into a tribe, an old ancient tribe, who took religion very seriously and formed their lives around it. His Parents were loyal suspects of their leader, and his birth was a celebration. That is until he started developing abnormal abilities and appearances.

Azogs teeth began to grow longer and sharp, causes his jaw to form in an odd shape and elongating his mouth. His parents would force him to wear a cloth around his mouth, hoping to hide this awful mutation. His hooves started to grow a paste like substance as he aged into a yearling, leaving sticky black hoof prints as he walked. Soon the tribes people started noticing this and a were it utter shock and disgust of this.

The Tribe Leader and Elders were told about this and immediately called in Azog's parents and himself. He was trembling, hiding underneath his fathers legs, quietly peering up at the Elders. He was asked to come forward, against Azog's mothers will. She pleaded the Elders not to hurt him, and that they were trying their best to fix his mutations.

She was hushed by an Elder. Azog stood in front of the Elders, wobbly legged, staring back at his parents with pleading eyes. They could do nothing. The Elders whispered among themselves, pointing out all of Azogs flaws and deformations. As the black ooze started slowing seeping out of his hooves the Elders eyes widened. The ooze began pooling towards a flower that was planted near the Elders, they watched patiently. It formed around the flower and drained its vibrant colors as the Lily wilted.

-GASP- The Elder began shouting and pointing, the crowd began whispering and a few screams were let out in terror. Azog ran and hid behind his father, as they desperately tried to protect him and reason with the Leader.

Their words were not heard and guards began separating Azog from his parents. His father quickly knelt down and placed his necklace over Azog weak/fragile neck. tears formed in their eyes and that was the last time he saw them. Azog was imprisoned and kept caged until he was 3 years of age. All the while being tested and studied. Some of these tests were painful, others were just exhausting.. but he would always cooperate.

They even went to the extreme of surgically removing half of his left front leg, and replacing it with a sturdy stick. It worked! The ooze no longer seeped from that leg. Azog was drained.. he no longer felt apart of the tribe but only a test subject and disgrace. He peered down at his neck, looking at the necklace his father gave him before they separated. It now fitted his neck just as it did his father's neck. He closed his eyes, while curling up onto his blanket (which was the only thing in his cage besides an old rusting bowl)
he fell asleep, dreaming of his family.

The next morning he was waken by shuffling around and loud screams. His cage door was open. His eyes widened as he slowing stepped out of the cage. No guards were around. A few stallions ran past him screaming, Azog was terrified. He leaped forward and bolted towards the exit. Wobbling on his legs and newly healed stick replacement. He stumbled and fell continuously but successfully made it outside. The sun hit his skin like scalding hot water. He was temporarily blinded by the light. With blurred vision he pushed through the crowd. Escaping into the vast jungle.

Exhausted he fell to the jungle floor, as his vision darkened he realized he had fainted. He slept for what seemed like days. When he finally arose he was woozy headed.. he limped to a pool of water and drank his thirst away. Until realizing the water had turned black, without a doubt from his hooves. He quickly stepped out and peered into the water at his reflection, as the remaining clear water faded to a thick black ooze. -sigh- he was still so confused and scared. But he managed to pull himself together, looking at his necklace, he knew he must find answers. His jaw was sore and swollen from his overgrown teeth, speaking was painful so he took a vow of silence. Seeking truth would be his salvation and maybe only then he would be able to speak.

© Julia Bonastia

Description

i have been wanting to do this for SO long now, and i finally
got the change and motivation to do it.
THE NEW AZOG

what was added/changed
-wooden limb on front left leg
-dragon paint tattoo on left front leg
-a leather necklace with multicolored tribal ruins
-horns have been turned to a bone color
-teeth have been shortened
-tail is not floofyer and a small patch grows further up the tail
-he no longer drips ooze from mouth and eyes
-ooze still flows out of hooves

old version of Azog can be found here

Azog was born into a tribe, an old ancient tribe, who took religion very seriously and formed their lives around it. His Parents were loyal suspects of their leader, and his birth was a celebration. That is until he started developing abnormal abilities and appearances.

Azogs teeth began to grow longer and sharp, causes his jaw to form in an odd shape and elongating his mouth. His parents would force him to wear a cloth around his mouth, hoping to hide this awful mutation. His hooves started to grow a paste like substance as he aged into a yearling, leaving sticky black hoof prints as he walked. Soon the tribes people started noticing this and a were it utter shock and disgust of this.

The Tribe Leader and Elders were told about this and immediately called in Azog's parents and himself. He was trembling, hiding underneath his fathers legs, quietly peering up at the Elders. He was asked to come forward, against Azog's mothers will. She pleaded the Elders not to hurt him, and that they were trying their best to fix his mutations.

She was hushed by an Elder. Azog stood in front of the Elders, wobbly legged, staring back at his parents with pleading eyes. They could do nothing. The Elders whispered among themselves, pointing out all of Azogs flaws and deformations. As the black ooze started slowing seeping out of his hooves the Elders eyes widened. The ooze began pooling towards a flower that was planted near the Elders, they watched patiently. It formed around the flower and drained its vibrant colors as the Lily wilted.

-GASP- The Elder began shouting and pointing, the crowd began whispering and a few screams were let out in terror. Azog ran and hid behind his father, as they desperately tried to protect him and reason with the Leader.

Their words were not heard and guards began separating Azog from his parents. His father quickly knelt down and placed his necklace over Azog weak/fragile neck. tears formed in their eyes and that was the last time he saw them. Azog was imprisoned and kept caged until he was 3 years of age. All the while being tested and studied. Some of these tests were painful, others were just exhausting.. but he would always cooperate.

They even went to the extreme of surgically removing half of his left front leg, and replacing it with a sturdy stick. It worked! The ooze no longer seeped from that leg. Azog was drained.. he no longer felt apart of the tribe but only a test subject and disgrace. He peered down at his neck, looking at the necklace his father gave him before they separated. It now fitted his neck just as it did his father's neck. He closed his eyes, while curling up onto his blanket (which was the only thing in his cage besides an old rusting bowl)
he fell asleep, dreaming of his family.

The next morning he was waken by shuffling around and loud screams. His cage door was open. His eyes widened as he slowing stepped out of the cage. No guards were around. A few stallions ran past him screaming, Azog was terrified. He leaped forward and bolted towards the exit. Wobbling on his legs and newly healed stick replacement. He stumbled and fell continuously but successfully made it outside. The sun hit his skin like scalding hot water. He was temporarily blinded by the light. With blurred vision he pushed through the crowd. Escaping into the vast jungle.

Exhausted he fell to the jungle floor, as his vision darkened he realized he had fainted. He slept for what seemed like days. When he finally arose he was woozy headed.. he limped to a pool of water and drank his thirst away. Until realizing the water had turned black, without a doubt from his hooves. He quickly stepped out and peered into the water at his reflection, as the remaining clear water faded to a thick black ooze. -sigh- he was still so confused and scared. But he managed to pull himself together, looking at his necklace, he knew he must find answers. His jaw was sore and swollen from his overgrown teeth, speaking was painful so he took a vow of silence. Seeking truth would be his salvation and maybe only then he would be able to speak.

© Julia Bonastia