Léon

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Name: Léon

Gender: Stallion

Breed: Friesian

Age: Eight

Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year Seven

Coat Color: Black

Height: Sixteen point one hh

Eye Color: A chilling blue

Personality: It never comes as a surprise to you when other equines pin their ears back and turn to leave when you’ve only just begun to size them up. The only thing that bothers you is when they don’t size you up in return. You find a rushing thrill in provoking others, getting underneath their skin and angering them. It doesn’t matter if they end up hating you because, more than likely, you’ll never see them again. You don’t hesitate to start throwing insults around and basically being rude or snarky even if they’re friendly toward you. The most remarkable thing about you is that you have acquired a particular taste for horse flesh. You won’t hesitate to try to take a chomp out of any poor passerby or deceased horse.

History: You were born on a little farm and quickly were put to work that was unfit for you. At a very early age the humans hooked you up to a plow and were extremely angry when you couldn’t pull it properly. They beat you in the harness and so you had no way of retaliating, but as soon as they took the harness off you attacked. You struck them down with your hooves and bit off chunks of their arm but they hit you with sticks and iron rods and forced you back into your stall where you reluctantly admitted defeat. But you waited. When they turned you out into the pasture you waited before attacking the only other horse there with you, going straight for the neck and ripping the windpipe out. You proceeded to eat what you could of the carcass before the farmers found out and came after you with a shotgun. The human was old and had terrible aim so you were able to escape with only minimal injuries, and you ran for as long as you could, never quite satisfying the newly discovered taste that began to drive you.

[Whipster]

Accepted