Post by tyrant on Oct 16, 2008 16:40:12 GMT -5
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When the time comes put my feet in the water. It’s not as warm as I expect.
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My name is Leland
Those few that I respect may otherwise call me: Lee
All others who don’t deserve that privilege: Master Leeland
Will I go down like a preacher’s son? Or will I come back up like a World War vet?
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Cut me, and I will bleed Andalusian blood.
Though I am tall for my blood, 16.2hh my strength does not rely in my height.
My dominance is clear. My gender masculine
Good looks do not make a great leader—but they do help Leeland is a handsome individual. Andalusian ancestry is much to blame for his devilishly good looks, but so is fate. Deep bay, a fine russet, stretches along the majority of his strong, large body. His mane, tail, feet, and nose are where the sea of brown velvet meets its shores. There, where the brown ends, deep coal black begins. There are no scars upon the hide of Leeland. There are no blemishes or white freckles to haunt the stallion’s un-charred, untainted beauty. It is not that Leeland is not afraid to war, or battle, or get his pelt dirty—for his hide has seen many of these things in his lifetime—it is due to the tremendous self respect the beast contains. Why trust a leader to take care of you if he cannot take good care of himself? Deep brown eyes with splashes of golden freckles are ominous and serious at all times. There is no humor; there is no laughter in them. Deep and penetrating, they are the cold reality, though not harsh. Large hooves, strong and secure, carry the masculine brute. Legs rippled with muscles, haunches taut and strong, Leeland is in fit and keeps himself in militant shape. Thick, arched neck with the elegance and posture of a king, the bay brute’s appearance alone demands respect.
I have done my duty; I have done what is right for four years
Will I watch my brothers die? Or speak true words into their life?
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The foolish speak; the wise listen. Leeland is a very complex individual with simple strategies for life. He is quiet, serious, analytical, and meticulous. Very literal, the usually intense stallion does not regularly get jokes or humor. In fact, such folly is seen as extremely foolish in his eyes. For every action there is a reaction, and a purpose, and a better way to do that same action. Leeland strives to be great, to be powerful, and to be the best leader he can be. Rules and regulations are taken VERY seriously by this analytical beast. Those who break the rules are punished due to what is fitting. With this being said, justice and fairness is a high priority for this individual. Leeland sees unrestrained violence as ignorance, and unneeded punishment as foolish. Quick to listen and slow to speak, those that speak without restraint quickly anger him. Leeland can be slow with articulating what he is trying to say—especially if what he is trying to express is an emotion. Leeland is a feeling individual, not cold or numb, but is just extremely introverted and complex.
However, do not confuse Leeland’s complexity and his crutch to passionately articulate ideas as a weakness in leadership. Adorned with discernment and blessed with a high degree of intelligence, Leeland is a great militant leader. Tough, warring decisions can be made in moments; sacrificial executions of strategy given without any self-doubt. Though not readily aggressive, this great beast is wise beyond his young years and learned in all arts of war, military strategies, and thing pertaining to the survival of those he is responsible for.
I prefer:
+ Respect
+ Obedience
+ Freedom
+ Justice
+ Doing the [morally] right thing
+ A deep understanding of what I am experiencing
+ Deep alliances
I do not prefer •
+ Foolish individuals
+ Arrogant individuals
+ Injustice
+ Spontaneous situations
+ Things I do not understand
+ Emotional situations that I do not know how to react to
+ Traitors/any act of betrayal
I find myself frequently •
+ Listening
+ Straying away from the “status quo” or “the crowd”
+ Shying away from mares that have feelings for me
+ Feeling frustrated at not knowing how to “be an enjoyable individual”, or “funny”
Will I hold them close, and tell them why
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I cannot explain it effectively, but… Leeland was forged in a large and prosperous herd; A herd with a knack for militant issues and conquering lands. They were settled primarily in rolling meadows, the finest and most fertile lands a horse could desire. There was nothing the herd could ask for that was not given to them for food, clean water, and many miles of fertile land was readily available to whomever was branded into the herd. It was a sort of paradise, a haven for equines. However, this kind of luxurious lifestyle came with a price.
Leeland’s large clan was notorious for being strict, hard, and near robotic in rearing foals and simple living. Though far from a dictatorship, the Alphas ruled in a sort of militant tyranny minus the mindless prosecution. Rules and regulations littered the herd. Rules that stretched from “forbidding colts to be alone with fillies until their mate was decided for them “ to the ever-pending “All slaves are prisoners of war and shall be treated as such.” Thus, because of this strict society, many of the more rebellious foals, mares, and studs rebelled or fled. Leeland could still remember a young individual when he was a colt telling him that he had been “brainwashed” and begged Leeland to partake in his exodus to freedom. He was run out of the herd the next day for “corrupting the system.” Many of his followers believe he was killed.
Leeland was either too naive or simply too obedient to buy into the silly stories of the eventual free-roamers. His mother and father, whom he had never had directly known, would not have entered him into a system that was unhealthy, he concluded. Order, power, and wisdom was given to each young foal who made it without trying to “break the system.” Driven by the desire to excel, Leeland was disciplined and flourished for almost four years. It was that fourth year—the year that Leeland would soon graduate and be sent forth into the herd as an adult, the year that he would be given a mate and a military position, the year that he could have the opportunity to perhaps challenge the Alpha himself—that the “Great Rebellion” happened. The prisoners of war and those who continually “broke the system” united into a great force that flooded the herd, overtaking it. Being so young and still able to mould, Leeland was spared the death that other, more hardened individuals received. However, many on both sides died that day. Masters and radicals alike. To LeeLand, they were for causes he knew nothing about. Caught in the flurry, Leeland was driven far from his land, far from his home and what he knew. In the end of that fourth year, Leeland was forced to determine his fate. Leeland was forced to determine whether his home-herd, the herd of robotic equines, was right or wrong in the end. Was it the free-roamers, the radicals, the slaves, that were right in their actions? Leeland detatched from what he knew, taking with him his past, his opinions, and his willingness to do right.
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The life they lived was sacrificed
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C R E D I T S Authorship: me. Lyrics: "When the Time Comes" by The Classic Crime.
