Post by +Eternal Sorrow+ on Apr 28, 2007 14:34:21 GMT -5
Name:
Unspoken Legacy
Breed:
Andalusian
Color:
Palomino
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
7 Summers
Height:
16.3hh
Mane Color:
Flaxen
Tail Color:
Flaxen
*Personality:
Gifted with a kind heart and noble lineage, Unspoken Legacy is just as his name describes. No matter how he feels, there is always something Unspoken about his Legacy. His demeanor is calm, not an easy target for bashing and always gentle to his mares, no matter who they may be. His attitude toward stallions is always neutral, but he lets it known who is in charge. Mares he regards above his own life and will protect them until he no longer draws breath. His eyes, though normally show emotion, are simply two ocean hued voids that hide the deepest and darkest secrets of his troubled past.
*Past:
On a cold winter night in an Andalusian breeding facility, a young colt was birthed into the world. Though it was indeed a rarity, he was twin to another, a colt who looked just like him by the name of Unspoken Hatred. Though he has never seen his brother, there will always be some sort of skirmish between the two of them. His mother was a brown, raggedy old mare by the name of Lushra’s Desire. She stood 15 hands even, barely tall enough to be called a Spanish horse. His sire was a great stallion by the name of Haunted Rebellion, a fiery, spirited young stallion who was a bear to train. He was feared by most mares because all their children sired by him became cruel, evil offspring just as ill-tempered as their sire. Why Unspoken Legacy became mellow and not easily swayed by his temper was beyond any of the stable hands at Hauntedville Breeding Farm. But by the time he was of training age, it turned out to be known that Legacy would not be an easy horse to train. Once a saddle was placed on his back, it was like he was a completely different horse. He would buck, bite, kick and bare his teeth at anyone that tried to ride him. In fact, it was on one of these days when a young trainer thought he could outwit the stallion and train him to prove a point to the other stable hands. To make a long story short, the boy was dead wrong: literally actually. The two-year-old Unspoken Legacy freed himself from the saddle, brutally killed the young trainer and escaped the farm, never to return again.
Many days of restless travel brought him to a desert where he collapsed, tired and broken. He tells of a spirit horse that appeared before him, whether in a dream or reality, that revealed to him a oasis of emerald and a spring the color of his eyes. Taking this advice, the young Legacy followed his spirit guide, unbelieving of what he had seen. There, before him, was a jade acreage of grass and a spring right in the middle of it all. Famished and thirst worn, the young stallion began to eat of the green and drink of the water. When he looked up, however, his spirit guide had taken his leave. But this did not falter the young horse’s spirits. He stayed in the oasis, welcoming any horse that crossed his path. Whether they hungered, dehydrated, or needing companionship, Unspoken Legacy invited them all to join him. His invitations soon brought him to a fiery colored stallion known as Flaming Desire, turning out to be the half brother of Legacy’s mother. He had thought this stallion to be dead at birth, but maybe that was not the case. It turned out to be that Legacy was not the only one who escaped. Lushra and his father also escaped, but where they were now was the young palomino’s worst fear. Both had died in a sandstorm a few months before the flaming colt had found the young Legacy.
The two stallions, now the ages of four and five, had developed a friendship unlike no other. When the herd disbanded, Desire and Legacy left to find something else in this big, unknown world. The safety of the oasis was welcomed, but now that they were out in the wilds, God only knew what they would meet. As the two traveled south, they met up with a large herd known as the Cimarron herd. They tried to gain leadership over it, but the herd was too strong for the two stallions. They were, after all, still quite young and inexperienced. In the bitter winter of two-thousand and five, Flaming Desire was lost to the elements, leaving Unspoken Legacy alone and without his best friend. Saddened, but not forgotten, Legacy made for the north where his farm home had been so long ago. When he got there, however, he only heard the ear-splitting screams of fellow horses as each was lined up through a narrow passageway. At the other end was only bloodied carcasses of horses. His home, the place he was born and killed his first human, had been turned into a horse murdering facility. From that moment on, Unspoken Legacy made a vow never to kill again, unless it was in the guard of his own life and of those lives he loved.
**Picture:
See above
Alliance:
Neutral