Post by lily on May 1, 2012 14:36:06 GMT -5
Name: Oasis
Age: 2 years
Breed: Akhal-Teke X Egyptian Arab
Height: 16 hh
Colour: Chestnut
Eye Colour: Blue
Gender: Stallion
Markings: White Star
History:
He russet foal belted feebly out into the callous night. Neither a being nor sole, stirred. For nobody cared if the little colt perished, feel into the ever long darkness. They were all too busy with their wars, and fights. Their failed romances and their doomed relationships. He sat in solitude, with only the passing winds for company. The new-born foal who was weak, and famished. Who had been left for dead. The thought haunted him. He had only just been born into this chaotic place, to be removed from it so quickly seemed like a crime against nature. He called out again, his useless limbs fumbling beneath his exhausted casket. Why did nobody come to help him?
He remember her briefly. A faint image of the mare that had brought him into this world only to kill him. He was nothing to her. Scum, vermin, and an utter mistake. Where was the mother that loved him? The mother that should have sought after him so desperately. Who should have swayed after his every move, need or want? Where was the shinning gloss of her obsidian pelt? The perfectly chiselled carving dip of her flawless face? Or the unhampering brightness of her sapphire oculi? No. He had been left- abandoned. He so frantically craved a mother; in fact he was sure to succumb away without one. He was so alone and so closed under his personal shell, he needed someone to pull him out and hold him close. He is bound on a reckless journey that will transform not only his life, but countless around him. Defining, shaping and moulding their being. Oasis- the stallion with perfect confirmation, a striking pelt, astounding senses. A foal who was the faultless model of the equine. Strong, in every sense, no weakened points. Except, one.
It is true, that Oasis never should have come into being. His presence is a corruption against existence. A horse such as Oasis is a violation against the terms of being. Oasis is inborn. His mother and father united in a sibling blood bond. This is a fact unknown to him or his sire. His mother on the other hand, recently discovered about such detail and began to resent the fact Oasis was born even more so. He is no child of hers, and she no mother to him. Although, he doesn’t know his parents their presence lingers within him.
His cognizance will play havoc with his actions. They will allow him to anger quickly, his thoughts blurred by his inner turmoil of vehemence. His emotions and his mind wave patterns all sensitive to others. He has the ability to sense others feelings without even acknowledging them on a personal level. It is a skill he is able to control, he is of course not always correct in his predictions, but his skill has proved most obliging in the past.
The time is coming however,
He will have to choose a side.
Good or Evil.