Post by lilmisspony on Mar 8, 2009 1:51:42 GMT -5
Name: Dill
Age: six
Height: 16 hands
Breed: he comes from a long line of wild horses, he has no recent domestic breeding as such
Gender: stallion
Colour: Blue Taffy (black with a silver-streaked mane and tail)
Eye colour: plain ol' brown
History:
Dill was born into an ordinary herd in an ordinary land. His Sire was the lead stallion of a herd of about ten mares, and whilst he was not the strongest stallion around, he was respected for his manners, and was allowed to remain in the middle of the pecking order. Dill's dam had been won by his father when she was a three year old, and whilst she was not the lead mare, or the most loved mare, she had settled down, knew her place and had raised a few foals, which was enough to keep everyone happy.
Dill's strange colouring was not enough to break the mould, either, as it was a colouring that occured from time to time out on the plains. He was just another foal in just another herd. Having nine other foals travelling with him all the time, he managed to form close bonds with the other colts and fillies that were born alongside him that year. Over the next few years, he would be expected to claim a few of the fillies, fight for a few more, settle down "somewhere else" and begin his own family. And for the first six months of Dill's life, those that had said that he was just another horse in just another land were right.
As Dill grew, his personality developed, and, whilst it was not extrordinarily unusual, combined with his colouring, it did manage to set him apart form the others.... a little bit, at least. Dill was not arrogant, he was not cruel, but anyone that challenged him lost. He was just that competitive. When he raced the other yearlings, Dill would exert himself so much that he could hardly walk the next day. True, he won every race that he ever entered, but it left him weak for several days afterwards. And just when he was beginning to feel better, he would race again, and often return to his weakened state. Despite his mother's warnings, this continued until he was three. As to how he survived is anyone's guess, but fortunately, as he developed, her grew the muscles and the heart to allow him to win more easily.
As a three year old, Dill discovered the joys of fighting. Not once did Dill challenge another stallion, they all just seemed to want to fight him. Perhaps it was because Dill didn't lose fights, just as he hadn't lost races. And just like his races, Dill was often unable to move after he had won a particularly engaging fight. He was so competitive that he would endanger his own life before he gave up a fight.
He was once challenged to climb the tallest mountain on the edge of the plains, and to return with a rock form the top. Despite the danger of Cougars, steep cliffs and snow, six weeks later, Dill returned, with a single stone held between his teeth. It was this event alone that defined Dill as not just another colt on just aonther plain. After that he became known as the colt that would do anything if he was dared, do anything if he was challenged and go to any length to prove that he was capable of anything.
It was not long after this that the defining moment of this young colt arrived. Dill knows the story better than anyone, and this recount is in his own words:
I was out on the edge of the plains during my third summer. I was exploring, looking for a new land that I could call home. Father had said that he didn't want me on his lands once I was four years old, and I figured that now was as good a time as any to search for somewhere special to bring my ladies. They'd be more willing to come with me if I had a beautiful home, all to myself.
I pushed through a few thick bushes and trees marking the edge of the plain and , right there, was the home that I had to have. It was not large, but it consisted of many trees, a stream and a beautiful pool with a cascading waterfall. Any mare that saw this place would be mine.
I walked up to the pool, and took a drink from beneath the waterfall. The water was the sweetest that I had ever tasted, and by far the clearest too. I heard a splash beside me, and expecting a potential rival, I looked up, preparing for battle.
Instead, I saw the most beautiful mare that I had ever seen. Her coat was a brilliant, glossy white. Her mane and tail had such a sheen that they glowed in the dull light of the grove. It seemed that she had small specks in her mane, it turned out that they were actually daises embedded in her mane. As strange as it sounded, it only made her look more beautiful.
When she spoke, I was completely lovestruck. Who would be unable to love a musical voice as soft, tender and loving as hers. Her voice sounded like the flowers in her mane would if they could speak. I knew then and there, that I had found a soul mate, and that I had to do anything possible to have her in my herd.
It seemed that the mare was thinking the same thing becasue she said to me, in that amazing voice of hers "you are the stallion that I need." she sighed so softhy, that I could have melted with love into the pool right there. She continued to speak, and I can remember every sylable that she said to me with incredible clarity "I need a strong and capable stallion to be my mate, and to love and cherish me. I ahve been watching you for many months now, Dill, and you are the closest thing to studly and strong that I have ever seen. Do you wish to take me into your herd?"
"m-m-more than... very pretty... yes, more than anything!" I incoherently stuttered, ashamed that I was unable to communicate my desire to the gorgeous mare before me.
She giggled in the voice of the stars, before saying, "I am glad to see that you think that, but, this "more than anything" comment does, in fact, come with a tag." She advance towards me through the pool so slowly, but I was completely unable to move towards her, I could do nothing but wait for her to continue.
When she was so close to me that I could almost feel the daisies in her mane, she whispered into my ear, "I know just how strong you are, but I need proof before I can bear your foals." She paused, watching me drip with sweat and excitement at the thought of raising her children, "there is a stallion that has killed over 1 000 stallions. His name is legend. I need a mate that is just as strong, just as legendary as this stallion. Can you do it?"
I thought about it for a moment, a challenge was a challenge, and I had to take it on, I was not a sooky horse, but a thousand lives was a lot to destroy. Perhaps it would be wisest to say no, and pass of this encounter as a dream, to spare my sanity. And I woulds have said no, too, but at that moment she gently licked me on the cheek. I exploded with desire, and in that moment I was sold.
"Yes! I can do it!" I said enthusiastically, "I will do anything for your love!"
"good," she responded "I will be following you, and upon the 1000th death, I will arrive, and you can claim me as your own." with that she turned and walked slowly out of the clearing, and all I could do was stare at her immaculate tail and imagine how beautiful our foals would be
The next morning, Dill decided that he would have to travel far, far away, to spare his family and friends. As smitten as he was, he would not be able to kill them for the stunning white mare that had stolen his heart and soul. Any horse that has challenged him to a fight since has subsequently died, and a few young colts have gone missing at his hands. Where Possible, Dill only kills other horses becasue they have commited crimes, or are unjust horses, but, occasionally he will take a life because he can. If her were to wind up in the wrong herd, he would be more than a lethal weapon, because any challenge lain down results in the completion of the challenge, and if it is a challenge of murder, it is one step closer to the glorious 1000 mark that he needs to see hos beloved lady once more.
Age: six
Height: 16 hands
Breed: he comes from a long line of wild horses, he has no recent domestic breeding as such
Gender: stallion
Colour: Blue Taffy (black with a silver-streaked mane and tail)
Eye colour: plain ol' brown
History:
Dill was born into an ordinary herd in an ordinary land. His Sire was the lead stallion of a herd of about ten mares, and whilst he was not the strongest stallion around, he was respected for his manners, and was allowed to remain in the middle of the pecking order. Dill's dam had been won by his father when she was a three year old, and whilst she was not the lead mare, or the most loved mare, she had settled down, knew her place and had raised a few foals, which was enough to keep everyone happy.
Dill's strange colouring was not enough to break the mould, either, as it was a colouring that occured from time to time out on the plains. He was just another foal in just another herd. Having nine other foals travelling with him all the time, he managed to form close bonds with the other colts and fillies that were born alongside him that year. Over the next few years, he would be expected to claim a few of the fillies, fight for a few more, settle down "somewhere else" and begin his own family. And for the first six months of Dill's life, those that had said that he was just another horse in just another land were right.
As Dill grew, his personality developed, and, whilst it was not extrordinarily unusual, combined with his colouring, it did manage to set him apart form the others.... a little bit, at least. Dill was not arrogant, he was not cruel, but anyone that challenged him lost. He was just that competitive. When he raced the other yearlings, Dill would exert himself so much that he could hardly walk the next day. True, he won every race that he ever entered, but it left him weak for several days afterwards. And just when he was beginning to feel better, he would race again, and often return to his weakened state. Despite his mother's warnings, this continued until he was three. As to how he survived is anyone's guess, but fortunately, as he developed, her grew the muscles and the heart to allow him to win more easily.
As a three year old, Dill discovered the joys of fighting. Not once did Dill challenge another stallion, they all just seemed to want to fight him. Perhaps it was because Dill didn't lose fights, just as he hadn't lost races. And just like his races, Dill was often unable to move after he had won a particularly engaging fight. He was so competitive that he would endanger his own life before he gave up a fight.
He was once challenged to climb the tallest mountain on the edge of the plains, and to return with a rock form the top. Despite the danger of Cougars, steep cliffs and snow, six weeks later, Dill returned, with a single stone held between his teeth. It was this event alone that defined Dill as not just another colt on just aonther plain. After that he became known as the colt that would do anything if he was dared, do anything if he was challenged and go to any length to prove that he was capable of anything.
It was not long after this that the defining moment of this young colt arrived. Dill knows the story better than anyone, and this recount is in his own words:
I was out on the edge of the plains during my third summer. I was exploring, looking for a new land that I could call home. Father had said that he didn't want me on his lands once I was four years old, and I figured that now was as good a time as any to search for somewhere special to bring my ladies. They'd be more willing to come with me if I had a beautiful home, all to myself.
I pushed through a few thick bushes and trees marking the edge of the plain and , right there, was the home that I had to have. It was not large, but it consisted of many trees, a stream and a beautiful pool with a cascading waterfall. Any mare that saw this place would be mine.
I walked up to the pool, and took a drink from beneath the waterfall. The water was the sweetest that I had ever tasted, and by far the clearest too. I heard a splash beside me, and expecting a potential rival, I looked up, preparing for battle.
Instead, I saw the most beautiful mare that I had ever seen. Her coat was a brilliant, glossy white. Her mane and tail had such a sheen that they glowed in the dull light of the grove. It seemed that she had small specks in her mane, it turned out that they were actually daises embedded in her mane. As strange as it sounded, it only made her look more beautiful.
When she spoke, I was completely lovestruck. Who would be unable to love a musical voice as soft, tender and loving as hers. Her voice sounded like the flowers in her mane would if they could speak. I knew then and there, that I had found a soul mate, and that I had to do anything possible to have her in my herd.
It seemed that the mare was thinking the same thing becasue she said to me, in that amazing voice of hers "you are the stallion that I need." she sighed so softhy, that I could have melted with love into the pool right there. She continued to speak, and I can remember every sylable that she said to me with incredible clarity "I need a strong and capable stallion to be my mate, and to love and cherish me. I ahve been watching you for many months now, Dill, and you are the closest thing to studly and strong that I have ever seen. Do you wish to take me into your herd?"
"m-m-more than... very pretty... yes, more than anything!" I incoherently stuttered, ashamed that I was unable to communicate my desire to the gorgeous mare before me.
She giggled in the voice of the stars, before saying, "I am glad to see that you think that, but, this "more than anything" comment does, in fact, come with a tag." She advance towards me through the pool so slowly, but I was completely unable to move towards her, I could do nothing but wait for her to continue.
When she was so close to me that I could almost feel the daisies in her mane, she whispered into my ear, "I know just how strong you are, but I need proof before I can bear your foals." She paused, watching me drip with sweat and excitement at the thought of raising her children, "there is a stallion that has killed over 1 000 stallions. His name is legend. I need a mate that is just as strong, just as legendary as this stallion. Can you do it?"
I thought about it for a moment, a challenge was a challenge, and I had to take it on, I was not a sooky horse, but a thousand lives was a lot to destroy. Perhaps it would be wisest to say no, and pass of this encounter as a dream, to spare my sanity. And I woulds have said no, too, but at that moment she gently licked me on the cheek. I exploded with desire, and in that moment I was sold.
"Yes! I can do it!" I said enthusiastically, "I will do anything for your love!"
"good," she responded "I will be following you, and upon the 1000th death, I will arrive, and you can claim me as your own." with that she turned and walked slowly out of the clearing, and all I could do was stare at her immaculate tail and imagine how beautiful our foals would be
The next morning, Dill decided that he would have to travel far, far away, to spare his family and friends. As smitten as he was, he would not be able to kill them for the stunning white mare that had stolen his heart and soul. Any horse that has challenged him to a fight since has subsequently died, and a few young colts have gone missing at his hands. Where Possible, Dill only kills other horses becasue they have commited crimes, or are unjust horses, but, occasionally he will take a life because he can. If her were to wind up in the wrong herd, he would be more than a lethal weapon, because any challenge lain down results in the completion of the challenge, and if it is a challenge of murder, it is one step closer to the glorious 1000 mark that he needs to see hos beloved lady once more.