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[Kiellana]

Full Name: Country Grammar.
Nickname: Nelly.
Breed: Oldenburg.
Height: 16.3hh.
Gender: Stallion.

Appearance:
A small notch of pink starts off the elegant body of grey. Going farther up the head, you come to two pools of molten chocolate. Small shards of green reside close to the iris, creating an almost hazel color. These hazel eyes hide behind a thick, flowing lock of black, starting off the forelock and trailing down the dappled neck. As the line of hair travels farther down the neck, it fades out into an even grey, creating a gradient to offset the main grey. Neck of dapples is rippled with muscle, which comes in useful when keeping fellow herd members and slaves in line. His entire body mirrors this effect, making him seem stocky at first until you get close enough to see the flowing muscle beneath the hide. His front pair of legs fade from dappled grey to a pitch black, while his hind legs both fashion a set of small socks of pure white. These are generally hidden by dirt and debris, due to his constant motivation to be doing work, or messing around with friends. The only time you will find this white pair sparkling is to impress the ones he keeps the closest to his heart. Starting from the top of his rump flows a long tail of grey and white. From the top tip runs a deep grey that contrasts the light dappled hide, and then shades down into a glistening white. His tail is what usually gives him away from the rest. He is always followed by a trail of snow.

Age: 5.

Personality:
This stallion is one that is very easy going. He will go along with others thoughts or opinions, and will listen to what you have to say. But with this easy going nature comes a stubborn side. Once his mind is set to do a task, and he thinks it will benefit not only him but others as well, then there’s no turning his mind. He is laid back and calm. Often times you will find him talking with friends and fellow herd members just to build a relationship. Nelly loves to be the center of attention, yet at the same time he likes to be in the back. He acknowledges others problems, and will gladly listen to your story and help work through issues. He as well likes to go to close friends or acquaintances for advice when he has something pestering his mind. He has a good heart, and would do just about anything and everything for the one he loves. He can have a goofy side to him when he feels a tight situation that needs lifting, but most of the time he is calm, cool, and relaxed.

History:
When Nelly was young, he was living with his true parents, Aganethia and Kynavos. His mother was always by his side, encouraging him to accomplish even the smallest of tasks. She wanted him to be strong, yet gentle. Firm, yet kind. She had pictured her dream foal. Whether it be a stallion or mare, she wanted them to be respected and remembered. His father had other plans. He wanted a son. A daughter would be disposed of. His heir would be great, and respected in a different sense. He wanted his son to be respected through fear. That was how he had reached his throne, and his successor should follow in his footsteps. That was his dream heir. Nothing more, nothing less. Nelly wanted no part of it. He followed behind his mother’s side everywhere they went.

Every day his father and mother would get into fights over the way they were raising their son, Kynavos always being dominant over Aganethia. When Nelly would wake up next to his mother the following day, she would be splotched with dark marks in the shape of hooves and covered with bite marks with blood oozing from them. Every day he would ask through a horrified look where they came from, but every day she would say the same thing. ’Just don’t think about it Son. Everything is alright.’

One day he had been dozing off under a willow tree when he heard a loud thud, and then clattering hooves coming from the cliffs a bit off in the distance. Even though he was tired, and in half a daze, he was curious as to what the sound came from. His hooves started to echo off the slate as he reached the rocky surface. What he found horrified him. There, in the middle of the ledge, was his mother. She was covered in blood, half of which had come from his father. She was laying on the ground. No breath escaping from her velveteen lips. His father was heaving breaths from his snout, standing over the body of his mother. He held a smirk on his face. When his father looked up, his eyes held a crazed stare with the furious and frightened eyes of his own. Nelly could not believe the scene being played before his eyes.

After that night, Nelly had fled from his past home and arrived in Sobibor. His future is promising, and his intentions are bright. Where will he end up next?

(ugh, icky history, but w/e.. I guess it works xP)

Picture:
See clickable picture in signature.

Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Master.

[stage53]

accepted!