Post by havok on Aug 18, 2011 18:40:52 GMT -5
Name: Havok
Age: 4 years
Breed: Lusitano x Friesian
Height: 16 hh
Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Mahogany
Gender: Stallion
Markings: None
History: Havok was born just like any other foal, to an enslaved mother. It was obvious from the start that Havok was different. Very different. His defiant attitude and ceaseless wandering got him into trouble often. He flirted to his hearts content, even though most of the fillies were his half sisters, and often got into violent scraps with his brothers and friends, simply because they'd taken the attention off of him. Although there was nothing 'technically' wrong with Havok, he wasn't quite right, either. His wandering got him in sticky situations, and at eight months old the young, jet black colt melted into the night, never to be seen by his family again. The colt spent several months looking for some kind of equine life, to no avail. Beginning to think he'd made a mistake by leaving his herd so soon, Havok had slowed his traveling, and one night, weary and sore, the black yearling lay into a mossy underbrush and slept.
It wasn't more than an hour later that Havok felt the pound of hooves making the ground tremble, but before he could react, the bolting creature tripped over the still black form and collided head first into the damp soil. It was a shining chocolate palomino, a young stallion. He scrambled to his spindly legs, eyes wild and white. He caught sight of the colt, and snarled at him. "Run, you fool! Run!" A sharp tremor bolted through Havok's veins as the adrenaline pumped, and the yearling catapulted to his feet and took off, not sure what he was running from. Havok followed the young stud nimbly, agile and quick, but soon lost sight of him, and slowed, glancing around him. He was lost.
A maniacal laugh shattered his frightened facade, and the black colt curiously glanced around, not exactly terrified now that he new he wasn't alone. That was when the pain hit. A stallion with the strike of a cobra dug his fangs into Havok's hide, ripping the paper thin skin. For two devastating years the colt was ruled by this idiot who had little time to do anything but torture the colt who was not able to breed, and once he grew tired with him, he threw him out. His time under the stud's rule hardened him. He learned how to be cruel, how to be tough and not back down. His heart iced over during his stay. His defiant personality and ever-witty remarks had kept his spirits high as the newly turned four year old strode out of his captivity for the first time. A new life on the horizon, and now, it was his turn to rule.
Age: 4 years
Breed: Lusitano x Friesian
Height: 16 hh
Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Mahogany
Gender: Stallion
Markings: None
History: Havok was born just like any other foal, to an enslaved mother. It was obvious from the start that Havok was different. Very different. His defiant attitude and ceaseless wandering got him into trouble often. He flirted to his hearts content, even though most of the fillies were his half sisters, and often got into violent scraps with his brothers and friends, simply because they'd taken the attention off of him. Although there was nothing 'technically' wrong with Havok, he wasn't quite right, either. His wandering got him in sticky situations, and at eight months old the young, jet black colt melted into the night, never to be seen by his family again. The colt spent several months looking for some kind of equine life, to no avail. Beginning to think he'd made a mistake by leaving his herd so soon, Havok had slowed his traveling, and one night, weary and sore, the black yearling lay into a mossy underbrush and slept.
It wasn't more than an hour later that Havok felt the pound of hooves making the ground tremble, but before he could react, the bolting creature tripped over the still black form and collided head first into the damp soil. It was a shining chocolate palomino, a young stallion. He scrambled to his spindly legs, eyes wild and white. He caught sight of the colt, and snarled at him. "Run, you fool! Run!" A sharp tremor bolted through Havok's veins as the adrenaline pumped, and the yearling catapulted to his feet and took off, not sure what he was running from. Havok followed the young stud nimbly, agile and quick, but soon lost sight of him, and slowed, glancing around him. He was lost.
A maniacal laugh shattered his frightened facade, and the black colt curiously glanced around, not exactly terrified now that he new he wasn't alone. That was when the pain hit. A stallion with the strike of a cobra dug his fangs into Havok's hide, ripping the paper thin skin. For two devastating years the colt was ruled by this idiot who had little time to do anything but torture the colt who was not able to breed, and once he grew tired with him, he threw him out. His time under the stud's rule hardened him. He learned how to be cruel, how to be tough and not back down. His heart iced over during his stay. His defiant personality and ever-witty remarks had kept his spirits high as the newly turned four year old strode out of his captivity for the first time. A new life on the horizon, and now, it was his turn to rule.