Post by Dusty's Girl on Aug 6, 2008 13:43:50 GMT -5
Name: Parlos
Age: 13
Height: 16hh
Breed: Orlov Trotter
Color: Dark dapple grey
Markings: Two white socks, left hind and right fore
Eye color: Deep brown
Gender: Stallion
Herd Sire
Offspring: Dream, Dmitry
History: Born in Russia many years ago, Parlos has seen most of it all. He is tall and stocky, a true Orlov Trotter. The Orlov Trotter is a hard breed, bred for racing and hardiness, fighting and toughness. Parlos was no exception. He was born to strong parents, his mind cannot remember them very well anymore. He was trained for racing as a youngster, raced in two races and won both. Strong and powerful, he is. Of course, he was then placed in a troika as a center horse. His long mane and forelock made him stand out against the other stallions that were on either side of him. Then one day it happened, he was sent to America. He was to be bred there for a season. He arrived in America safely, nothing worse than a few bumps on the plane. The came the cross country travel to the West, where his ladies in waiting were. Somewhere in the middle of the plains, it happened. A stray cow on the railway made the train jump tracks. It was a horrible crash, something that no one could have predicted. Amazingly Parlos survived. His halter clung to his head, massive wounds all over his body. Scarred and alone, he fled from the fires that raged in the empty cage of the tain. A large wound ran from his forehead to his muzzle, across his left eye. It would forever be a scar. He ran for many months, finally settling as a lone stallion in a large herd. Then without warning, the stallion drove him out. He started a new lease on life.
Parlos roamed for a few months and found his perfect home. But he was lonely. His terra was a wooded canyon, complete with perfect stream. He called out and was answered by a stallion and mare. The stallion was a black and white paint named Dante and the mare, a fiery red chestnut named Fury. Parlos took a liking to Fury, who was out with her lead stallion's son. Parlos stole Fury away and brought her to safety in his perfect home. For many months, the lived like this. Together they conceived only one foal, one that Parlos would never know. Then the fateful day came. Cryptic came to re-claim Fury. A fight ensued. Down went Parlos, never to rise. Or so Fury thought. Fury ran for her life and the life of her foal. Cryptic never checked to see if Parlos was truly dead. He was knocked out and deeply at that. Finally he woke, once again alone. He started searching for his family, not knowing that he had a filly and Fury was dead. Then he happened upon SunShine River...what would come of it?
Age: 13
Height: 16hh
Breed: Orlov Trotter
Color: Dark dapple grey
Markings: Two white socks, left hind and right fore
Eye color: Deep brown
Gender: Stallion
Herd Sire
Offspring: Dream, Dmitry
History: Born in Russia many years ago, Parlos has seen most of it all. He is tall and stocky, a true Orlov Trotter. The Orlov Trotter is a hard breed, bred for racing and hardiness, fighting and toughness. Parlos was no exception. He was born to strong parents, his mind cannot remember them very well anymore. He was trained for racing as a youngster, raced in two races and won both. Strong and powerful, he is. Of course, he was then placed in a troika as a center horse. His long mane and forelock made him stand out against the other stallions that were on either side of him. Then one day it happened, he was sent to America. He was to be bred there for a season. He arrived in America safely, nothing worse than a few bumps on the plane. The came the cross country travel to the West, where his ladies in waiting were. Somewhere in the middle of the plains, it happened. A stray cow on the railway made the train jump tracks. It was a horrible crash, something that no one could have predicted. Amazingly Parlos survived. His halter clung to his head, massive wounds all over his body. Scarred and alone, he fled from the fires that raged in the empty cage of the tain. A large wound ran from his forehead to his muzzle, across his left eye. It would forever be a scar. He ran for many months, finally settling as a lone stallion in a large herd. Then without warning, the stallion drove him out. He started a new lease on life.
Parlos roamed for a few months and found his perfect home. But he was lonely. His terra was a wooded canyon, complete with perfect stream. He called out and was answered by a stallion and mare. The stallion was a black and white paint named Dante and the mare, a fiery red chestnut named Fury. Parlos took a liking to Fury, who was out with her lead stallion's son. Parlos stole Fury away and brought her to safety in his perfect home. For many months, the lived like this. Together they conceived only one foal, one that Parlos would never know. Then the fateful day came. Cryptic came to re-claim Fury. A fight ensued. Down went Parlos, never to rise. Or so Fury thought. Fury ran for her life and the life of her foal. Cryptic never checked to see if Parlos was truly dead. He was knocked out and deeply at that. Finally he woke, once again alone. He started searching for his family, not knowing that he had a filly and Fury was dead. Then he happened upon SunShine River...what would come of it?
