Tracheotomy

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Name:
Tracheotomy

Age:
7
Breed:
Mustang
Height:
15hh
Colour:
Buckskin
Eye Colour:
Black
Gender:
Stallion
Markings:
None
History:

Tracheotomy.
The stallion was born and raised on a small-scale mustang ranch hidden in Nevada. It wasn't really a ranch; more like an experiment to see how his breed would do without training, living as they pleased but still under the watchful eye of the humans. He had grown up to be a sweet boy, a human favorite for his color as well as his temperament. He was one of the only mustangs other then his friend/half-brother who were allowed near the humans and taken care of by the people extensively. He and his friend were treated very well by the humans, so much that the other horses began to resent them.

One day, as they were being brushed by the wife of the owner, one of their ranch hands, a good ol' fellow who took care of them very well, began to have a breathing problem. Soon, he wasn't breathing at all. The owner of the ranch began to do a tracheotomy, which saved his life before the ambulance had made it there. The incident both frightened and delighted the stallion, who caught onto the name 'Tracheotomy', and decided to make it his own, since the herd allowed the younger children to name themselves instead of naming them as a long-standing tradition of allowing more independence. The other horses laughed at him, usually joking about and calling him 'Wind-pipe' for fun, but he wasn't at all shameful of his strange name.

Day and night the procedure was in his dreams. The razor that was like a horses jaw, cutting slowly into the neck and allowing precious air to be able to make it to the lungs. He imagined he could very well do it himself, since his teeth were sharper then most and his concentration almost perfect. One day he got to actually do what he wanted to do, when his best friend began to stop breathing.
It was mostly innocence and wanting to help that was his downfall. He managed to bite open his throat, and his friend began to breath, but then his friend couldn't stop bleeding. Tracheotomy had accidentally bit into a large blood vessel. He watched his friends death, his face covered in blood in an effort to stop it. As he stood by his friend, Tracheotomy realized he had a new taste- not for his name or for the procedure, but for blood. The humans found him next to his friend bled-out carcass, covered in the blood of the dead horse. It almost looked liek he had rolled around in it, trying to cover himself in his deed. The humans thought that Tracheotomy had gone rogue and killed the other horse, so they decided to end his life as he might become a danger to the others. Which really wasn't a far-off guess, because Tracheotomy was actually considering going after his new mate, wondering if it tasted different when they brought out the gun to shoot his head.

He managed to avoid the bullet to the head, running wildly away and breaking free of the confines of the facility. Over a year, his name started popping up everywhere as horses here and there turned up dead, the only real wound being a wicked tear at the neck which became his signature. The area around the dead bodies would always be rolled in with blood everywhere and the area around the bite clean as if had been licked. Rumor was that he went into herds, calling himself a 'doctor' and started 'treating' 'patience's.' Tracheotomy wasn't really mad or crazy, just fascinated with blood and it's taste, as well as the sound of ripping open another horses windpipe. His sick fascination led him to kill two lovers, and one of his own foals with a mare who hadn't been a victim but ran away after her foals death. In the last two years he has roamed alone, the deaths by his work becoming fewer, but more violent.

Tracheotomy, who fancies himself a 'doctor' of horses, has come to Sunshine River, covered in the blood of his 'patients'.