Name: Thistle
Age: Five.
Breed: Mustang.
Height: 15.3 hands.
Color: Chocolate brown.
Eye color: black.
Gender: Stallion.
Markings: None.
Other: Many scars along his body.
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History: A bay mare slid away from her herd one stormy night pacing and pacing until finally she fell beside a thorn bush. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back her head, she could feel her body straining as she raised her head seeing a head, closing her eyes she grunted and let out a pitiful whine as finally the foal emerged.
Meanwhile a dark brown stallion by the name of Brechin was talking to a group of warriors another group of stallions wanted to rule all the herds in the area and Brechin being the lead stallion had to protect his family, rain poured on his face as her looked up many horses were running towards them teeth bared as they clashed together.
The bay mare raised her head from licking her son as she heard the screams. The strong colt raised himself up sniffing as the thorn push he squealed as a thorn pricked his nose. “ Thistle come here!” his mother called looking around wearily, she needed to get Brechin her son’s father would know what to do. Just then an palomino mare parted through the thorn bush her breathing was unsteady and blood soaked her body. “ Nina what is happening?” Nina pulled herself out of the bush falling to the ground with a thud “ we are being slaughtered , Sgorr is attacking leave now Braan now!” the mare wailed in agony “ Where’s Brechin!” Braan growled under her breath, by now Nina was slipping her eyes closing as her breath came shallow but in her last attempts she whispered through her blooded lips “ he dead..Drail killed him…” he head slumped down and her breathing stopped. Braan wanted to fall to the ground and scream out in pain tears fell down her cheeks as she turned nudging Thistle son of Brechin.
A large brown colt grazed looking up as his mother called him, the pair had been moving from place to place for a year now the colt never understood why they could not settle in the herds they had seen or why he could not go and at least play with the other foals.
Braan watched her son, older looking then the once beautiful mare she had been her son would not understand how important it was to protect him very few knew about and if the prophecy was true
One day, the son of royalty will be born
Only he who must be strong and brave
Will bring the horses darkest fear to death and set them all free Braan knew it had to be Thistle his father had been king of the herd he had earned it and he had been the most wonderful stallion she had ever met. Braan and Brechin had had many other foals before three fillies and one colt who might have been the one but he was killed soon after birth and both of them where starting to give up that the prophecy would never be fulfilled.
Thistle raised his head when he heard shuffling looking back at his mother she was so deep in thought that she never even twitched a ear, sniffing the air curious more then fear he trotted forward, peeking through the bush he watched in horror as at least a dozen horses marching in rows were heading in their direction they had prisoners with them one tried to break away but was quickly killed with a few kicks and nips. Thistle ran as hard as his legs would carry him back to his mother “ Mamma some horses are coming they are!” Braan raised her head looking down at Thistle “ Thistle you need to find Birrmagnur, tell him you are the son of Brechin and Braan and that Braan sent you!” It was to late though as the mother and son froze on spot “ Hey you stay where you are” It was Drail second in command. “ Thistle I need you to run when I tell you to alright.” Braan whispered under her breath all the colt could do was nodded his head. “ NOW!” the bay mare charged forward. Thistle bucked up his back heals he could hear hoof beats behind him, looking back he saw his mother crumple to the ground as a chunk was ripped out of her neck, Drail a large chestnut stallion was running after him “ come on kid I won’t hurt you” the stallion called. Thistle could not seem to catch his breath how could the stallion say that he had just killed his mother.
The colt ran on feeling the stallion gaining on his as he ducked under a branch, his lungs were on fire and he could not seem to catch his breath. He skidded forward as a ledge and a long hill flowed below him his hooves knocking rocks below, but he was not able to stop sliding over the edge he tucked his head into his body as he summersault and rolled down the hill rocks scraping him. Drail screamed as he flew over the edge falling face first and snapping his neck. Thistle hit a rock stopping him.
“ Sir?” the black stallion turned his head one of his eyes were missing “ What do you want Sek?” Sgorr growled “ Drail is dead and so is the young Prince.” Sgorr did not show an announce of emotion “ so the prophecy was true? How do you know it was the prince?”
“ He was traveling with Braan, but she was killed by Drail as well before fell over the cliff and broke his neck.”
The squawk of a black bird shattered the black mist as he opened his eyes, raising his head he looked around suddenly alone, very alone in the dark another squawk alerted him as he looked over the black bird stared at him bow it’s head “ Young Prince I am here to help you.”
“ What?” Thistle asked . “ Come this way now come along quickly now!” Thistle rose his hooves shaking his body he fallowed the crow listening to the flapping of his feathers.
The journey was long and hard and took many days but the colt halted suddenly when the crow disappeared. “ H-hello?” His voice shook as a gruff and low voice spoke “ Who goes there friend or foe?” Thistle watched as the large buck skin stallion emerged from the thicket “ I-I-I’m looking for Birrmagnur”
“ and why would you be looking for them?” The stallion asked cooly. “ M-my mother Braan sent me and told me to tell them I am son of Brichen and Braan.”
“ O-my it’s can’t be!” The stallion almost reared up for joy. “ Come with me. I’m Birrmagnur”
The stallion ended up leading the colt into a small open canyon with the shattered lives of horses once introduced to all Birrmagnur turned to Thistle “ You don’t know this yet but you are a Prince Thistle you will fulfill the prophecy that as been fallowing us. We are now in your command and I will teach you the ways of War and in due time you will lead us into battle.”
Four years later as Sgorr herd grew more and more powerful an small herd of it’s own began to grow. A lone stallion stood on a hill the wind in his mane as he looked around at his grazing Warriors “ Birrmagnur it’s time!” His voice rose as he reared up his warriors fallowing him out of the canyon. Thistle lead his band of around hundred straight to Sgorr claimed land.
Soon enough the battle had started Stallions and mares of both sides scream out ripping skin and kicking at each other .
Thistle stood drenched in blood as he found Sgorr five years of waiting for this moment he threw himself at the black stallion both stallions deadly as they nipped at each other . Thistle reared up looking up and saw that a rawring waterfall led down the cliff they stood on hate burned in Sgorr’s eyes as he pushed Thistle. The brown stallion screamed out losing his footing he fell backwards grabbing hold of Sgorr both stallions fell into the waterfall.
Water filled Thistle mouth and nose as he swirled around in the water blacking out. When finally the stallion woke he found himself a long the river of Sunshine river leaving his old life behind.
Name: Fallen Rose(Fallen)
Age: 4 years
Height: 15 hands
Gender: Mare
Breed: Arabian
Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Markings: None
Personality: She's somewhat quiet, speaks her mind, knows how to lead, is smart, isn't nice or rude, and is curious.
History: She was used as a show horse, and hated every second of it. She was snatched up as a foal and has finally found her way back to the wild. Actually, it's the same place. She was at Sunshine River before. She's happy to be back but wants a stallion of her own. She had many stallions flocking after her back at Soul Bound Stables, but she didn't want a spoiled rich stallion, she wanted a wild one. One that would understand what she needed, who she was, and what it was like to be wild and free, and not take that for granted. A pampered pretty stallion would just not to...this stallion had to be wild and believe it, and let's not forget one of the main things that Fallen Rose loves...how handsome and talented this stallion is...What will her story be? A happily ever after? Maybe one with complications? Betrayal? Or perhaps not even a fairytale at all...perhaps a nightmare?
