......S a v o l a k s
Jan 25, 2011 2:14:44 GMT -5
Post by minerva on Jan 25, 2011 2:14:44 GMT -5
| Name: | Savolaks |
| Age: | Five |
| Breed: | 50% Mustang 50% Thoroughbred |
| Height: | 16.3hh |
| Color: | Black |
| Markings: | None |
| Eye color: | Chocolate Brown |
| Gender: | Male |
Offspring
| Name | Gender | Dam |
| Henna | Female | Rosanna |
| Unitah | Male | Ember |
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History: Savolaks was born in an large green meadow one spring day, his father was a rogue stallion that had breed his mother one late night. The lead stallion had been furious with his mother and when he was born right away the lead stallion did not like the black colt " he's a devil" the stallion had said, but Savolaks mother just turned and walked away. As the young colt grew to the age of two, he was growinf stronger and taller every day. The lead stallion had grew more and more hatred for the young colt so he decided to get rid of him once and for all. As Savolaks turned his back to play with his friends the stallion charged at him, his mother had raised her head at the same time and raced in front of the stallion, his full force crashing in the small mare and she was flung back against Savolaks. The black colt raised his head his head glaring at the lead, he was still just a colt what was wrong with him? One of the lead stallion hooves had crushed Savolaks mother's side and he could see her struggling to breath. Savolaks reared up and called out to the lead stallion, he had not had his full strength yet so the young black stallion was beaten and brusied and finally chased off his. He watched from the tree as the lead killed his mother, she was in so much pain, crying out.
One year later all the hate that young black stallion had built up was finally going to pay off as he canter into the territory, rearing up and calling a mighty stallion call. He was bigger and strong, he had learned a lot on his year alone. The older stallion came down from his hill, his chestnut hide gleaming as he bobbed his head and then fire and ice clashed. The fighting stallion flung each other every which way, bitting and kicking until finally the bloodied chestnut fell to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth an large cut across his neck. He cried out but was silence quickly as he slowly and painfully died. Savolaks stood there looking around at the bewildered mares before turning on his heels and left.
He traveled for endless days and night until he came upon an strong flowing river called Sun shine river.