Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2014 20:15:13 GMT -7
Name: keane
Gender: stallion
Breed: american azteca
Genetics: Aa-ee-nZ-SbSb
Age: four years
Arrived in MUSTANG: winter; nine
Coat Color: silver wild bay sabino
Height: sixteen one
Eye Color: wild amber
Personality: protective, merciful, stubborn, winsome, ambitious, peacemaker, compassionate...
History: I was born into a small herd in the middle of a desert that was closely knit with other families in the area. My father was the lead stallion and my mother was one of his favorite mares. It was there where I learned how to be a boy. Romping in dirt and chasing girls had become my favorite pastimes. I continued a leisurely life of love and brawn until when at the age of three I was on my way to see a lady friend across the river from where I lived. It was midday and hot, yet I never saw them coming. Before I knew it, I was at a horse fighting facility, a place where stallions fought to the death in wagered fights.
My first fight was against a gray stallion with silver legs and ears. I entered the arena, not sure exactly what I was supposed to do until I was knocked to the ground with blood coming from my jaw. With that, I let my instinct take over. I went for his throat and got lucky and it was there I watched my first victom bleed to death. I continued on like this for a year up until my final fight. It was against a little gray colt, not older than two, with as much muscle on him as a bird. At first, I fought as I was supposed to, kicking and biting and knocking this kid to the ground. I was about to deliver my final blow when I froze... I imagined him having a worried family out there somewhere and how horrified they'd be to find out their son was killed in cold blood. What if I had a son out there and someone just decided to randomly kill him? I looked at him, eying the blood staining his snow white coat and backed away. I could not do it.
I was taken away and I knew I was due to be put down. It's what happened to all the horses here who either decided to not fight or no longer could continue to do so. So I barely managed to sleep as night settled upon the facility, but just as I had shown the colt mercy, a little girl with cropped black hair and olive skin decided to do the same for me. She opened my stall and led me outside, freeing me. It was then I ran and ran and ran until I was at a place that was completely unfamiliar. I could not bring myself to return home because I did not wish for my family to learn of all the horrible things I had done while I was away.
Gender: stallion
Breed: american azteca
Genetics: Aa-ee-nZ-SbSb
Age: four years
Arrived in MUSTANG: winter; nine
Coat Color: silver wild bay sabino
Height: sixteen one
Eye Color: wild amber
Personality: protective, merciful, stubborn, winsome, ambitious, peacemaker, compassionate...
History: I was born into a small herd in the middle of a desert that was closely knit with other families in the area. My father was the lead stallion and my mother was one of his favorite mares. It was there where I learned how to be a boy. Romping in dirt and chasing girls had become my favorite pastimes. I continued a leisurely life of love and brawn until when at the age of three I was on my way to see a lady friend across the river from where I lived. It was midday and hot, yet I never saw them coming. Before I knew it, I was at a horse fighting facility, a place where stallions fought to the death in wagered fights.
My first fight was against a gray stallion with silver legs and ears. I entered the arena, not sure exactly what I was supposed to do until I was knocked to the ground with blood coming from my jaw. With that, I let my instinct take over. I went for his throat and got lucky and it was there I watched my first victom bleed to death. I continued on like this for a year up until my final fight. It was against a little gray colt, not older than two, with as much muscle on him as a bird. At first, I fought as I was supposed to, kicking and biting and knocking this kid to the ground. I was about to deliver my final blow when I froze... I imagined him having a worried family out there somewhere and how horrified they'd be to find out their son was killed in cold blood. What if I had a son out there and someone just decided to randomly kill him? I looked at him, eying the blood staining his snow white coat and backed away. I could not do it.
I was taken away and I knew I was due to be put down. It's what happened to all the horses here who either decided to not fight or no longer could continue to do so. So I barely managed to sleep as night settled upon the facility, but just as I had shown the colt mercy, a little girl with cropped black hair and olive skin decided to do the same for me. She opened my stall and led me outside, freeing me. It was then I ran and ran and ran until I was at a place that was completely unfamiliar. I could not bring myself to return home because I did not wish for my family to learn of all the horrible things I had done while I was away.
I'm still Splashs on there!
I miss rping.
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