Post by desired on Dec 15, 2008 10:23:43 GMT -5
Full Name: Choctaw
Nickname: None
Breed: Quarter Horse Draft mix
Height: 17 hands
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Choctaw is large, at least that is how he is at first preceived. HIs stature is enormous in muscle, at least for a slave with no training. Shoulders and chest are easily big as a draft horses. Hooves are round and corn-colored. Muscled and chiseled frame is held together by something that is again unusual, a strawberry roan hide. His hide is unscarred, and thick in it's ability to warm his huge frame. His strong head is handsome and his right side is still roaned with a brown eye. But starting on the bridge of his nose on the right side up to the right ear and over his blad. No not skin blad, but pure white in color and it stretches over to the bottom of his chin. As is customary for a bald face, that left eye is a pale blue in color.
Mane is long and flaxen, and strangely wavy, as if he'd crimped it two daya ago. His tail starts brown but ends in that golden white color as well.
His legs, as well as the rest of his body is hard and strong, solid in everyway.
Age: Five
Personality:
At first appearance this brute seems docile and tame, not to mention stupid. But he is really a stallion who has given up ever not being a slave. He also thinks deeply, always thinking before he thinks. His giant body is run my an equally giant brain. His words seem to be beyond his age and his eyes are the window to the way he sees the world, through a lost and hopeless slave boy.
History:
His history isn't as bleak as Danica's. He was born, or rather bred to be a slave. His mother and father were hand picked so his size and intelect who'd be up to standards to sell.
The same Master who bred him was the same Danica was first brought into. Choctaw was bulked up from the second day his legs dropped to the ground. A vigorious workout of five hours a day soon became normal to him, and then came to competition.
As a slave, he was treated as one, but his Master slowly came to like the docile stallion.
But Choctaw was young and once his Master tried to get him to rape a young slave mare, who was tied to the tree helplessly, Choctaw balked. It wasn't right in his mind and even if he'd done it and won his freedom he knew he would hate himself for the rest of his life.
So the Master tried to force him and Choctaw, stronger than the Master turned and proceeded to give the Master one of his worst whippings by a slave.(Danica would be the other one)
he came to his senses and stopped, but he should have kept going. The Master healed and then came Choctaw's day of doom.
He was beaten and then tortured in every way imaginable, they still haunt his dreams at night.
But the worst, was when the Master had him stretched out on his back and chained down. The Master took a human knife and proceeded to gut Choctaw. He still carries that scar, a long white flesh hunk that stretches from his breastbone to his scrotum.
How he survived no one knows, but the scar still gives him constant pain, especialy when he overworks it. He also gets phantom pains, when he feels the knife again ripping the flesh.
Picture: Coming
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Slave
Nickname: None
Breed: Quarter Horse Draft mix
Height: 17 hands
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Choctaw is large, at least that is how he is at first preceived. HIs stature is enormous in muscle, at least for a slave with no training. Shoulders and chest are easily big as a draft horses. Hooves are round and corn-colored. Muscled and chiseled frame is held together by something that is again unusual, a strawberry roan hide. His hide is unscarred, and thick in it's ability to warm his huge frame. His strong head is handsome and his right side is still roaned with a brown eye. But starting on the bridge of his nose on the right side up to the right ear and over his blad. No not skin blad, but pure white in color and it stretches over to the bottom of his chin. As is customary for a bald face, that left eye is a pale blue in color.
Mane is long and flaxen, and strangely wavy, as if he'd crimped it two daya ago. His tail starts brown but ends in that golden white color as well.
His legs, as well as the rest of his body is hard and strong, solid in everyway.
Age: Five
Personality:
At first appearance this brute seems docile and tame, not to mention stupid. But he is really a stallion who has given up ever not being a slave. He also thinks deeply, always thinking before he thinks. His giant body is run my an equally giant brain. His words seem to be beyond his age and his eyes are the window to the way he sees the world, through a lost and hopeless slave boy.
History:
His history isn't as bleak as Danica's. He was born, or rather bred to be a slave. His mother and father were hand picked so his size and intelect who'd be up to standards to sell.
The same Master who bred him was the same Danica was first brought into. Choctaw was bulked up from the second day his legs dropped to the ground. A vigorious workout of five hours a day soon became normal to him, and then came to competition.
As a slave, he was treated as one, but his Master slowly came to like the docile stallion.
But Choctaw was young and once his Master tried to get him to rape a young slave mare, who was tied to the tree helplessly, Choctaw balked. It wasn't right in his mind and even if he'd done it and won his freedom he knew he would hate himself for the rest of his life.
So the Master tried to force him and Choctaw, stronger than the Master turned and proceeded to give the Master one of his worst whippings by a slave.(Danica would be the other one)
he came to his senses and stopped, but he should have kept going. The Master healed and then came Choctaw's day of doom.
He was beaten and then tortured in every way imaginable, they still haunt his dreams at night.
But the worst, was when the Master had him stretched out on his back and chained down. The Master took a human knife and proceeded to gut Choctaw. He still carries that scar, a long white flesh hunk that stretches from his breastbone to his scrotum.
How he survived no one knows, but the scar still gives him constant pain, especialy when he overworks it. He also gets phantom pains, when he feels the knife again ripping the flesh.
Picture: Coming
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Slave
