Jacques- My Warrior Spirit Will Carry Me On
Jun 8, 2012 16:29:54 GMT -5
Post by Snappin' Turtle on Jun 8, 2012 16:29:54 GMT -5
Name: Jacques
Age: 7yrs
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15.1hh
Colour: bay
Eye Colour: Bloodshot Mocha
Gender: stallion
Markings: dorsal stripe, lots of scars
History: “It's a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can." said the Army Master, Goldren. Jacques nodded, not listening. All he could think of was the battle to come. Yes, he would prove his worth in the battle.
Jacques kicked out, sending a rival pony stallion flying. Then he reared, taking out another. One came up behind Jacques and Goldren took care of him. Jacques nodded his thanks before jumping back into the battle, splattered with blood that was not his.
"You all did great. We came out victorious, thanks to you." Goldren said, pacing in front of the line of colts and stallions that made up the Great Army. Jacques stood up straighter, smirking. "You all showed remarkable braverey, given a little recklessness." he went on, looking pointedly at Jacques. The bay colt snorted, infuriated. He had killed more rivals than Goldren had! He should be praised, not ridiculed.
After the army meeting, Jacques went up to Goldren. "What was the meaning of that?" he asked, glaring at the older stallion. "You neednt have killed all those horses, Jacques. We had already won." Goldren replied, frowning. "But- but.." Jacques said, stunned. "No buts." Goldren replied. "Go to bed." he added.
The next day, Jacques woke up to screaming horses. He jumped up, looking around. Rival stallions were everywhere. They were circling the mares, killing the foals, and fighting the Army. He raced towards the enemy, screaming in definace. Some of the rivals must have recognized him, because most of them fled. The few others that remained were killed, being battered by Jacques' and the Army's hooves. Then, a scream of help went out. Jacques turned to see Goldren being beat by four rivals. He almost ran to help, then caught himself. Wait, Goldren himself had said why kill more if the battle was won. This battle was already won, so what did Goldren's death matter?
The next day, Goldren was replaced, by an mean, cruel stallion called Twisted. "Keep going!" Twisted yelled at the Soldiers who were running up the hills in the training plains. Jacques stopped, breathing hard. "What are you doing? Keep going!" Twisted yelled. When Jacques didnt get going, Twisted ran at him, beating him and biting him- to the brink of death. Twisted backed away, and trotted lazily after the other Soldiers, leaving Jacques for dead.
Through the night, Jacques fought for his life. He stayed where he was for a few days. Then, he was so thirsty he couldnt stand it. So, he got to his feet, shaking. Then he walked away from the herd. He walked until he found a watering hole. There he stopped, and drank. Jacques lay down, eating the grass that was around him. Then, he slept, regaining his strength.
Jacques woke up a few days later, fully rested but still in pain. He also carried a few new scars. Jacques walked, farther away from the life he had known. He walked until he came to Sunshine River, four years later.
8yrs~October '12
9yrs~'13
Age: 7yrs
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15.1hh
Colour: bay
Eye Colour: Bloodshot Mocha
Gender: stallion
Markings: dorsal stripe, lots of scars
History: “It's a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can." said the Army Master, Goldren. Jacques nodded, not listening. All he could think of was the battle to come. Yes, he would prove his worth in the battle.
Jacques kicked out, sending a rival pony stallion flying. Then he reared, taking out another. One came up behind Jacques and Goldren took care of him. Jacques nodded his thanks before jumping back into the battle, splattered with blood that was not his.
"You all did great. We came out victorious, thanks to you." Goldren said, pacing in front of the line of colts and stallions that made up the Great Army. Jacques stood up straighter, smirking. "You all showed remarkable braverey, given a little recklessness." he went on, looking pointedly at Jacques. The bay colt snorted, infuriated. He had killed more rivals than Goldren had! He should be praised, not ridiculed.
After the army meeting, Jacques went up to Goldren. "What was the meaning of that?" he asked, glaring at the older stallion. "You neednt have killed all those horses, Jacques. We had already won." Goldren replied, frowning. "But- but.." Jacques said, stunned. "No buts." Goldren replied. "Go to bed." he added.
The next day, Jacques woke up to screaming horses. He jumped up, looking around. Rival stallions were everywhere. They were circling the mares, killing the foals, and fighting the Army. He raced towards the enemy, screaming in definace. Some of the rivals must have recognized him, because most of them fled. The few others that remained were killed, being battered by Jacques' and the Army's hooves. Then, a scream of help went out. Jacques turned to see Goldren being beat by four rivals. He almost ran to help, then caught himself. Wait, Goldren himself had said why kill more if the battle was won. This battle was already won, so what did Goldren's death matter?
The next day, Goldren was replaced, by an mean, cruel stallion called Twisted. "Keep going!" Twisted yelled at the Soldiers who were running up the hills in the training plains. Jacques stopped, breathing hard. "What are you doing? Keep going!" Twisted yelled. When Jacques didnt get going, Twisted ran at him, beating him and biting him- to the brink of death. Twisted backed away, and trotted lazily after the other Soldiers, leaving Jacques for dead.
Through the night, Jacques fought for his life. He stayed where he was for a few days. Then, he was so thirsty he couldnt stand it. So, he got to his feet, shaking. Then he walked away from the herd. He walked until he found a watering hole. There he stopped, and drank. Jacques lay down, eating the grass that was around him. Then, he slept, regaining his strength.
Jacques woke up a few days later, fully rested but still in pain. He also carried a few new scars. Jacques walked, farther away from the life he had known. He walked until he came to Sunshine River, four years later.
8yrs~October '12
9yrs~'13