Post by ○ Polaris ○ on Feb 2, 2010 15:28:06 GMT -5
Name: Vesperanzo (aka Vesper)
Age: 10
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 16 hh
Color: Dark bay
Eye color: deep brown
Gender: Stallion
Markings: One white stocking on his front left leg, and a white blaze that is fairly thick on the forehead and thins to the end of the nose.
Personality: He is one stubborn son of a gun, and does not take kindly to being given orders or looked down upon. If he grows comfortable, Vesper is known to be kind and protective, but in his own special way. He is sarcastic and albeit a bit rude...with a forced smirk. His attitude is very rough around the edges, and it will take a special mare to draw him out of his dark corner. He knows he is strong and fast, and definitely is not without his cocky, arrogant, "I'm invincible!" moments, but it is easy enough to ignore. Most times he rushes head long into things, no looking before a leap. Has a soft spot for mares and their foals.
History:
He was once a great racing stallion; his head rose high above the flying dirt and hooves, nostrils flaring and muscles bunched between every stride. The jockey rarely ever struck his hide, for speed was the only incentive he ever needed. It was just he, his jockey, and the good old dirt track under his hooves. It was a perfect life. Until tragedy struck.
It was a chilly night. Vesper had been put in his straw laden stall after a busy day of training, and oh how he loved the mixed smells of straw and the crisp evening winds. Fall was nearing. His muscles relaxed as he rested his chin on the window sill and looked out amongst the stars. Sometimes he wished he could run all day, every day, and never have a care in the world. What a wonderful carefree life that would be. With a sigh, Vesper turned and made himself comfortable. It was so relaxing.
His life was not always so easy. He had to fight for his life when he was a colt as his mother died giving birth, and he was born with a hole in his heart. Vesper's birth had been induced early as his mother began going into strange convulsions and was bleeding profusely. It was either her life or his...and there Vesper lay in the hay. He sighed; sometimes the thought that his mother's life could have been spared crosses his mind, and wonders if it is his fault. But she was gone, and he had to look forward. But being born premature with a hole in his heart...it was not easy getting to this point. Sometimes his heart still physically hurt from strain.
Suddenly, as his thoughts drifted to his deceased mother, a whinny pierced the silent night. The smell of smoke filled his nostrils, and an immense heat flooded his stall.
Fire.
With a jolt of alarm, Vesper took to his stall door and tore it down with his fore hoof, splinters burying themselves into his skin. He felt the blood trickle down his leg, but nothing could stop the stallion from taking action. Vesper knew that other horses may not be able to escape on their own. With a burst of speed he took off down the corridor, checking every stall for the presence of a struggling mare or stallion. Most all were empty, and those that weren't had horses leaping out of the windows and tearing down walls to escape. He thought that maybe all would be fine.
Then, another shriek rang out amongst the roaring flames and humans screaming. A mare. He took off again down the rows of stalls until he came to a stall with a young mare and her filly standing next to one another, neither unable to escape. The filly began to wheeze from smoke inhalation; her eyes became foggy and rolled into the back of her head. Vespers head began to pound as he saw the mare catch the filly with her side and attempted to wake her up.
"I'll get you out of here! Don't wor--" A loud crack rang from above their heads. Vesper looked up to see one of the supporting beams crumbling as the fire ate away at it like a hungry wolf with its prey. Before the stallion could respond and begin tearing down the stall door, the beam fell and landed on top of the mare and filly, covering them with rubble and ashes. Horror filled his eyes as Vesper tried to dig through the large splinters of wood, only to find the crumpled bodies of the mare and filly. They died together. His heart ached. Another loud crack came from above, and Vesper ran as fast as he could. As soon as he exited the fiery furnace, it toppled completely to the ground.
Vesper inhaled the cool, crisp air, his lungs screaming to take in as much as they could. Blood continued to run down his legs, and he could swear that one of his ears was torn. There was nothing left for him here...he could have saved that mare and foal..he knew he could have with more time. He blinked out the smoke and ashes to see that flaming rubble was all that was left of his home. More humans rushed to the scene, bringing with them large flashing vehicles and long white hoses full of water. It was too much for him to take. With one last long look back, Vesperanzo ran...and ran...and ran...and only stopped to collapse in a place unfamiliar and far enough away to hide the memories. He still sees the mare and foal in his dreams to this day.
Picture:
Age: 10
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 16 hh
Color: Dark bay
Eye color: deep brown
Gender: Stallion
Markings: One white stocking on his front left leg, and a white blaze that is fairly thick on the forehead and thins to the end of the nose.
Personality: He is one stubborn son of a gun, and does not take kindly to being given orders or looked down upon. If he grows comfortable, Vesper is known to be kind and protective, but in his own special way. He is sarcastic and albeit a bit rude...with a forced smirk. His attitude is very rough around the edges, and it will take a special mare to draw him out of his dark corner. He knows he is strong and fast, and definitely is not without his cocky, arrogant, "I'm invincible!" moments, but it is easy enough to ignore. Most times he rushes head long into things, no looking before a leap. Has a soft spot for mares and their foals.
History:
He was once a great racing stallion; his head rose high above the flying dirt and hooves, nostrils flaring and muscles bunched between every stride. The jockey rarely ever struck his hide, for speed was the only incentive he ever needed. It was just he, his jockey, and the good old dirt track under his hooves. It was a perfect life. Until tragedy struck.
It was a chilly night. Vesper had been put in his straw laden stall after a busy day of training, and oh how he loved the mixed smells of straw and the crisp evening winds. Fall was nearing. His muscles relaxed as he rested his chin on the window sill and looked out amongst the stars. Sometimes he wished he could run all day, every day, and never have a care in the world. What a wonderful carefree life that would be. With a sigh, Vesper turned and made himself comfortable. It was so relaxing.
His life was not always so easy. He had to fight for his life when he was a colt as his mother died giving birth, and he was born with a hole in his heart. Vesper's birth had been induced early as his mother began going into strange convulsions and was bleeding profusely. It was either her life or his...and there Vesper lay in the hay. He sighed; sometimes the thought that his mother's life could have been spared crosses his mind, and wonders if it is his fault. But she was gone, and he had to look forward. But being born premature with a hole in his heart...it was not easy getting to this point. Sometimes his heart still physically hurt from strain.
Suddenly, as his thoughts drifted to his deceased mother, a whinny pierced the silent night. The smell of smoke filled his nostrils, and an immense heat flooded his stall.
Fire.
With a jolt of alarm, Vesper took to his stall door and tore it down with his fore hoof, splinters burying themselves into his skin. He felt the blood trickle down his leg, but nothing could stop the stallion from taking action. Vesper knew that other horses may not be able to escape on their own. With a burst of speed he took off down the corridor, checking every stall for the presence of a struggling mare or stallion. Most all were empty, and those that weren't had horses leaping out of the windows and tearing down walls to escape. He thought that maybe all would be fine.
Then, another shriek rang out amongst the roaring flames and humans screaming. A mare. He took off again down the rows of stalls until he came to a stall with a young mare and her filly standing next to one another, neither unable to escape. The filly began to wheeze from smoke inhalation; her eyes became foggy and rolled into the back of her head. Vespers head began to pound as he saw the mare catch the filly with her side and attempted to wake her up.
"I'll get you out of here! Don't wor--" A loud crack rang from above their heads. Vesper looked up to see one of the supporting beams crumbling as the fire ate away at it like a hungry wolf with its prey. Before the stallion could respond and begin tearing down the stall door, the beam fell and landed on top of the mare and filly, covering them with rubble and ashes. Horror filled his eyes as Vesper tried to dig through the large splinters of wood, only to find the crumpled bodies of the mare and filly. They died together. His heart ached. Another loud crack came from above, and Vesper ran as fast as he could. As soon as he exited the fiery furnace, it toppled completely to the ground.
Vesper inhaled the cool, crisp air, his lungs screaming to take in as much as they could. Blood continued to run down his legs, and he could swear that one of his ears was torn. There was nothing left for him here...he could have saved that mare and foal..he knew he could have with more time. He blinked out the smoke and ashes to see that flaming rubble was all that was left of his home. More humans rushed to the scene, bringing with them large flashing vehicles and long white hoses full of water. It was too much for him to take. With one last long look back, Vesperanzo ran...and ran...and ran...and only stopped to collapse in a place unfamiliar and far enough away to hide the memories. He still sees the mare and foal in his dreams to this day.
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