Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 13:59:42 GMT -7
Name:
Trosi (Tro)
Gender:
Stallion
Breed:
Mustang X Arabian, light build, slim neck, large ears, small hooves
Genetics:
Age:
5 years old
Arrived in MUSTANG: Winter, Year 11
Coat Color:
Dapple grey overo - white body, only has dapple grey patches over each eye and cheek/jaw. Darker grey forelock, lighter mane and tail same colour as forelock. Scars on each side of his ribs, blind in right eye. Black-base.
Height: 15.1hh
Eye Color: Mid- blue
Personality:
Reckless, brave, over-the-top, friendly (sometimes TOO friendly), bright, forthcoming, bold, sometimes goofy!
History:
Trosi was caught as a yearling by humans on the range during a rain storm, who wanted to tame and sell him. He was wrangled to the muddy ground with ropes, the rest of his herd fleeing into the storm in fear. Loaded onto the back of an old trailer, he was the only horse they caught (perhaps due to the fact that he's a bit goofy!), and as much as he kicked and reared and threw himself around the trailer did not stop. He wore himself out, his ribs throbbing and gashed from crashing against the trailer sides. He stood, head low and defeated as he was driven to an unknown place and future.
He must have dozed off to the sound of the road and the rain drumming on the trailer roof, because before he knew it he was jolted awake by a screech. Shocked and dazed, he felt the floor slip away beneath him and he felt as though he was hanging in the air for minutes, until he came crashing down onto the side on the trailer. His head was buzzing, and he couldn't see. Once the ringing in his ears had subsided all Tro could hear was silence, apart from the slow drip...drip...drip of rain. He lay still for a minute or two, gathering his bearings, his sides slowly stopping their heaving motion.
He realised as he came back to himself that all he could see through his right eye was a very dark red. He blinked furiously but although he felt no pain he still couldn't see. He rolled and heaved until he was on his feet and standing on what was actually the side of the trailer (albeit wobbly), and felt blood trickle down the side of his face. The back door of the trailer had smashed open and Trosi left as steadily as he could. As he made his way around the front of the trailer, head turned so he could see, he saw the truck twisted around a tree, detached from the trailer completely. it was dark now, and the rain had stopped - but Trosi noticed the slip marks on the road and knew the heavy rain had caused the driver to lose control.
He slowly stepped closer to the truck's bonnet, until he caught sight of himself in the wing mirror. He squealed and jumped back a little, shocked at his appearance - in the broken glass he made out his own face, ghostly white against the night sky. His right eye was slashed right down the middle with a nasty cut. He stared for a moment, until he heard groaning from the front of the 4X4. The driver fell out of his door, clambering to his feet. His passenger shouted the horse! Catch the horse!
So Trosi turned tail and fled as quickly as he could, shambling off into the bush as the cold, damp night air stung his face. It had been a few months, when he came across hoof prints in the now muddy ground. Closer to what he knew could be companionship and safety, he pressed on, determined.
I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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