Post by bullseye on Apr 11, 2013 22:36:23 GMT -5
Name: Banner
Age: 8 years
Breed: Full-Blooded Mustang Mutt
Height: 15 hh
Colour: Dark Brown/Near Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Gender: Stallion
Markings: Brown Points, Sock--Far Foreleg, Star
History:
Born and raised in the wild, Banner has lived the stereotypical life of a full-blooded male. He's fought other stallions. Stolen and bred mares. Sired countless foals--and even killed those that weren't his blood.
When his father succumbed to another stallion and the new lead chased Banner off, Banner became part of a bachelor stallion band. Together, they conquered predators and stallions alike, their number ever fluctuating, their members ever changing. Just as the other stallions eventually fought and won mares of their own, eventually Banner grew into the powerful fighter his sire had once been and captured a herd of his own.
Years passed and Banner infused his herd with his own blood, chasing off his own colts when the time came. Mares came and went, taken by other stallions and age alike.
But his place in life, as ever the case with a stallion, was due to change eventually.
The rumbling of the choppers and the wranglers in the yellow coats terrified the herd more than the flashing of the lightning and the pouring rain in which the herd was rounded up. Banner's mares screamed in terror, herding their precious foals along ahead of them, attempting to protect them from these human predators.
Banner made one final stand, an attempt to save his herd from these threats as he had so many others. But every stallion knows deep in his gut that he cannot keep a herd forever.
As he turned to fight them, these yellow human predators, his hoofed slipped, sending him sliding into a ditch. "A fall no horse could survive," they said. None but the most rugged, perhaps. Survive he did, if barely. Battered and broken, Banner limped along for days, seeking a safe place, seeking protection against the predators that would surely see naught but an easy meal in the once proud stallion. That's when he found it: a river. One with a long history. A river that had once been the compass for his sire, though Banner may not know it. Perhaps, though, perhaps if one that knew him paid close attention, they might see in this dark equine one they once knew.
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Age: 8 years
Breed: Full-Blooded Mustang Mutt
Height: 15 hh
Colour: Dark Brown/Near Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Gender: Stallion
Markings: Brown Points, Sock--Far Foreleg, Star
History:
Born and raised in the wild, Banner has lived the stereotypical life of a full-blooded male. He's fought other stallions. Stolen and bred mares. Sired countless foals--and even killed those that weren't his blood.
When his father succumbed to another stallion and the new lead chased Banner off, Banner became part of a bachelor stallion band. Together, they conquered predators and stallions alike, their number ever fluctuating, their members ever changing. Just as the other stallions eventually fought and won mares of their own, eventually Banner grew into the powerful fighter his sire had once been and captured a herd of his own.
Years passed and Banner infused his herd with his own blood, chasing off his own colts when the time came. Mares came and went, taken by other stallions and age alike.
But his place in life, as ever the case with a stallion, was due to change eventually.
The rumbling of the choppers and the wranglers in the yellow coats terrified the herd more than the flashing of the lightning and the pouring rain in which the herd was rounded up. Banner's mares screamed in terror, herding their precious foals along ahead of them, attempting to protect them from these human predators.
Banner made one final stand, an attempt to save his herd from these threats as he had so many others. But every stallion knows deep in his gut that he cannot keep a herd forever.
As he turned to fight them, these yellow human predators, his hoofed slipped, sending him sliding into a ditch. "A fall no horse could survive," they said. None but the most rugged, perhaps. Survive he did, if barely. Battered and broken, Banner limped along for days, seeking a safe place, seeking protection against the predators that would surely see naught but an easy meal in the once proud stallion. That's when he found it: a river. One with a long history. A river that had once been the compass for his sire, though Banner may not know it. Perhaps, though, perhaps if one that knew him paid close attention, they might see in this dark equine one they once knew.
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