Post by Lugubrious on Dec 30, 2008 0:36:16 GMT -5
T R O J A N
Full Name: Trojan
Nickname: Trojjie, Tro... ?
Breed: Mustang
Height: 13.3
Gender: Stallion
Appearance: Dark, soft eyes peer out of his unusually large cranium. His ears are so oversized that when he was young his herdmates called him donkey. Most would deem him a red roan, but in the winter his coat is dark enough to be grulla of some kind. The has a sock on his front left leg, and a blaze that runs down his face and covers his muzzle.
Though short in size, the is strong and hardy. His hooves are akin to iron, passed down from generations of horses living in the harsh western american heartland. Most other horses think he is weak because of his lack of bulk, but the stud can pack a hard punch if he needs to.
Age: 7
Personality: The terre-colored stallion prefers to keep things simple. He doesn't wish to hurt others, even though he is hurting inside. However, Trojan does not want to fall in love. His barriers are never let down, and he refuses to breed with any mares. Through his past experiences with love, the stallion sees it as something to be avoided because all that it causes is pain.
History: Trojan was born a master, and has remained so all of his life. Most of those in his herd despised the prized heir. His parents doted upon him. Trojan hated his parents, and his way of life. His only friends were the lowest of the low, the slaves. However, the red-hued creature would never stoop low enough to give them freedom. He was always caught between what he knew was socially acceptable, but evil, and what was good but not allowed.
The muddled-red stag knew he had to leave. However, he lacked the vehicle to his freedom. Late in the summer of his second year, he met that very thing. Not really a thing, but a mare named Belle. Trojan knew she was a slave, better yet a foreign mare. She was from the far off land of Sobibor. When the two lovebirds spoke away from the peering eyes of Trojan's parents, they discussed their plans to leave. Although Trojan loved his life, he wanted more than the position of master. The way of a master was not one that could have true happiness. Abusing other creatures always led to decay of morals, even with the best intentions. But that was off to come.
Through their surreptitious meetings, Belle fell in love. Trojan, even with his emotional ties to the bay mare, considered her to be almost like his sister. But at the conflicted stallion's third birthday, his father gave him a mare to make love with. There, in some of the more secluded woods, was Belle. Her hooves were chained together, and her smooth coat had been cut and scraped during the obvious struggle to imprison her. Though the sight of his dear friend imprisoned and hurt for his own sake, the heir could not show sympathy in front of his eager father.
Trojan mounted Belle. A tear rolled down her sweet facade; she thought the battle was lost. But then, to his father's dismay, the stallion slipped off and swiftly unchained her feet. The two bolted away from Trojan's home. They knew that there was no turning back. The young heir's reputation was tarnished, except for among the slaves. And slave's opinions were never accounted for anyways.
Years later, Trojan had finally gone through with it. Belle was pregnant. Trojan loved her like he had never loved any other creature before. But like all good things, it could never last. Enraged and dissapointed, Trojan's father hadn't given up on finding his son and either bringing him back or teaching him a lesson to remember. Trojan's powerful father tore through the woods and
Picture: flickr.com/photos/tucul_photo/2294879188/
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Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Master
