Lonan

[Devs]

Name: Lonan
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Shire (pure lines)
Genetics: (mother grey, father sabiano black)
Mother coat  : rimfy-stock.deviantart.com/art/Dappled-Percheron-118817859
REAL Father coat pattern : i14.photobucket.com/albums/a336/whiteoleanderfarm/shire_13.jpg
[ Raven was not his blood father, as he thought.  fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/246/3/b/the_white_shire_horse_10_by_estruda-d37m8b5.jpg ]
littlebitspicy.deviantart.com/art/Lonan-History-Lines-483793451
Age: 6
Arrived in MUSTANG: spring year 11
Coat Color: black with bald face, splashed legs see ref here  littlebitspicy.deviantart.com/art/Lonan-478108770 and stock here littlebitspicy.deviantart.com/favourites/61896010/Lonan-stock
Height: 18hh
Eye Color: left blue - right amber

Personality:
Darkish but is kind and caring to those he loves. He feels a bit lost. He suffers from depression and some PTSD from his past as a warrior for his old herd. He is a hopeless romantic and would love to find a loving and caring mare to call his own and start a family with to be the family stud he know he can be. A protector and lover, with a dry sense of humor.
History:
When his mother, Ira, Birthed him, it was clear that he was going to be big. Being pure and of the draft line that he is, his father was proud and immediately started to train his mind in the ways of fighting. By the tender age of 2, he was already taller than most of his friends and stronger too. Winning brute strength competitions and spars were nothing for him but by his fourth year, he was tested in battle.
His father, Raven, was wanted for stealing the precious Herma from the neighboring lands. Herma was the clans whore and queen but Raven took to her like a sick love struck puppy and had to have her. Ira looked the other way, heartbroken as her mate and king ran about like a colt endangering the entire herd. Up until this point, everything had been peaceful and there had been no wars under Ravens long decade reign. Ira was dumfounded by the likes of his actions and couldn’t believe that someone as old as Raven was chasing something just a year older than his son (5 years). By this time, Raven was well into his 16th year of life. Ira, was 12.

As soon as Herma walked into the herd, things changed. She manipulated and controlled Ravens mind with sex and lust and the vast majority of the soldiers, fell victim to her and after they fell into her trap and sunk into her flesh and mated with her. Raven deemed them rapists and threw them out. She was doing this for a reason and Ira seen where it was going. One by one, the strongest of the soldiers and watches fell to her charm and were cast out. Raven was then left alone with his only son, Lonan. Lonan wouldn’t have any part of Herma and knew what was going on, but low and behold - Father turned against son and started to see him as a threat as well.

Then late one night, Herma went back to her clan and beckoned her King, Lucifer (A painted Shire brute of 19.2hh) to attack and kill. It was after all, In Lucifer’s plan to have these lands and attain full control over the valley. After Herma had demolished the only means of protection Raven and the herd had, it was easy and Lucifer all but has to step in and over took the rich lands that Raven had long controlled. Raven was overthrew and eventually killed by Herma herself as her mighty warriors held him. Evil sunk into the valley and a scarred and tattered Lonan limped away in the shadows with his mortally wounded mother, Ira.

Ira had sustained a life ending blow after her own King in his anger as she had told him, Lucifer was going to come and take all he has. He had struck her in the ribs, breaking one and causing it to puncture an internal organ. As Lonan found a place for him and his mother to hide, one other member (A banished soldier) came to aid him. Rex was smaller and slender with a different build, unlike that of Lonan and his lines. Rex was a mix breed with some arab and a draft long in his blood. Rather short, Rex was able to find the things that Lonan couldn’t and was able to get them to him faster, in a futile attempt to heal his wounded mother. By the end of the week however, Ira was gasping her last as Rex and Lonan stood over their dearly loved Queen and wished her good bye.

After the initial shock, anger set into Lonans heart and he vowed to kill Herma for her evil ways. By his 5th year of life, he had started with Rex, a small clan of fighters known as the Rebellion. Many of these fighters were soldiers that had originally been cast from the herd and even some that had left Herma's clan because of her greedy and disgusting manners. By late fall, he had a strong dozen of young and matured fighters who were ready to take over. In the dead of night, Lonan led the rebellion into the land and although greatly outnumbered, ended up over taking the warriors of Herma's clan and capturing her. By mid morning the next day, the clan was in peril and chaos with no leader (as their King has suddenly vanished) and no warriors to find either of them. They eventually abandoned their ‘loved leaders’ and the valley in search of someone else. All the while Herma was barricaded in a pit with no hopes of her charm working on any of the soldieries because they had left her there to rot.

Herma died alone, of starvation in the pit and Lonan let her.
He is plagued to this day of her dying screams and has flashbacks of her wicked king that, unknown to his rebellious herd, he killed in cold blood because of what the king admitted to doing to his mother (whom never told, not even on her death bed).

Herma's King Lucifer, a brilliant painted shire was Lonan's father. Raven was not. Ira had been raped around the same time that Raven and her, had bred. She never let Raven know this for fear he would reject the only son he ever 'gave' her (He never had any other offspring in his years because he was sterile unknown to him). Lucifer and Lonan fought, hard. It was a battle that took all of Lonans skill and strength to win as Lucifer was bigger than he and just as strong. As Lucifer laughed in his face, spitting the toxic words it dawned on Lonan about the truth of it all. The similar markings, the glassy blue eye they shared and how he never did seem to look like his father (A magnificent white shire, where as his mother was a dapple grey. It made no sense for Lonan to be black with splashes when the lines of his father were pure and white, and his mother bays and greys). In anger, Lonan ripped the throat out of Lucifer and left him to rot on the outskirts of the valley near the rocky cliff.


To this day, the secret stays with him. Haunting him. That in his blood, runs evil.

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