Laoch

[lady shady]

Laoch

Name;;
Laoch
warrior in Irish

AKA;;
Lao

Age;;
Year One: 9 summers
Year Two: 10 summers

Gender;;
stallion

Breed;;
Thoroughbred x Irish Draft
(Irish Sport Horse)

Height;;
16.3 hh

Coat Colour;;
deep bay

Eye Colour;;
brown

Markings;;
one small star, minimal white on legs

Personality;;
Laoch is by no means a flashy or charming stag. He possesses a quiet pride, not arrogance, but a sense that he has a definite worth, even if he is only worth something to himself. He enjoys solitude, though he does not resent the company of others of they are understand that he prefers quiet conversation over boisterous laughter. Laoch does not enjoy pushy, domineering, or sadistic horses, though he has come across quite a few in his day. Being born an outcast, he feels a strong urge to protect the weak and the innocent.

History;;
Laoch was born an outcast. His mother, Alyr, was one of several mares in the stallion Dath’s harem, and though she was not the lead mare, she enjoyed a comfortable ranking in the middle of the herd. However, one particular winter, a heavy chestnut stag was noticed following the herd on the lookout for mares. Dath repeatedly drove him off, but he always came back. He was never far, waiting, just waiting for the right opportunity. It was then that Alyr went to him and allowed herself to be bred by a rogue. She found him more attractive than the lead stag, but she didn’t dare leave her comfortable life in the herd for him. Thus, the rogue disappeared at the end of winter alone, just as he had come. Alyr remained, with only a secret and an ever-growing foal to remember him by. Because she had also been bred by Dath, she managed to keep her secret until the foal was born. However, she hadn’t planned for one thing: her colt’s dark bay coat and positive lack of white set him apart from the foals born to the other mares. His peers all had white splashed across their bodies, distinct indicators of their sire’s Paint heritage. Laoch displayed none of the flashy markings that characterized all of the Dath’s many offspring. It was obvious that he was not any foal of the Paint stag.
His birth was a scandal, and from the day his mother came slinking back from the birth with him at her heels, they were deemed outcasts. Dath only spared the life of the small colt after endless pleading from Alyr, who sobbed that the foal could be his own and that he would never know if he killed him before he had the chance to grow. Dath didn’t believe her, but her insistence and denial cast a shadow of doubt on his mind. He left the foal to its own fate, deciding to ignore it completely.
His mother fell to almost the lowest of rankings, and Laoch himself occupied the bottom position. Foals his own age refused to play with him, warned away by their mothers. As they grew older and stronger, Laoch became the frequent target for their attacks. By the time he was a year old, Laoch was left to fend for himself. He still remained in the herd, but by this point Alyr had disassociated herself from him completely. She had risen again in ranking after producing a particularly fine colt for Dath in the spring, and she would have nothing to do with her illegitimate son.
Laoch spent his days on the fringe of the herd, alone, always waiting for the next attack. The one advantage that his sire had given him was his strength and stature, for he had been of a draft breed and the influence showed in Laoch. His sturdy frame allowed him to fend of his attackers more easily, and as the tormentors increased their violence, he grew more and more skilled at defending himself. Though many horses would have crumbled at such rejection from the only ones they had ever known, Laoch’s pride in himself was what kept him alive. He often thought of who his sire might be, picturing him as a strong stag who would not let a few enemies break him. His quiet pride and passive nature allowed him to barely survive on the edges of the herd until he turned three. By this point, many of his peers were beginning to notice their half sisters, and Dath began to become uneasy. Laoch himself took a particular liking to one of the young mares that would have been his half sister if Dath had been his sire. Tension rose in the herd as the younger generation matured, and the atmosphere became as taut as a bowstring as time went on. The final string snapped when Dath caught a particular pair attempting to wander off. He drove the young stags out with flying hooves and flashing teeth, proud and resentful of his offspring all at once. The colts departed together, forming a bachelor herd, but Laoch left alone. He had no desire to join the ones who had made his life miserable for the entirety of his short life. Though he did not know it, he roamed the lands just as his father had done. He enjoyed being on his own and treated other equines he came across politely but distantly because he did not trust easily. When the war began, he joined the ranks to keep himself busy. He did not love fighting, but felt at home with his new comrades and was one of the best in their small company. His foalhood had been spent learning to defend himself, and now he put his skill to use on the battlefield, defending himself and his fellow warriors. With each battle he rose in rank as he saved life after life. He did not relish the killing, but did what he could to protect those fighting with him. Near the spring, his company joined the Alpha Oser’s, and he was requested to stay. He became one of Oser’s guards, helping to form a ring of defense around him when he descended to the battlefield. Even though he was growing tired of the war, Laoch admired the Alpha’s strategy and style, as well as the way he treated his warriors. For the first time, he began to feel as if he belonged and was important to someone else.
And then, as soon as it had begun, the war was over as the Alpha mares split up the lands. Oser had grown colder, and many of his comrades had died. Thus, with nothing to hold him to his former companions, Laoch left the warriors and resumed his lonely wandering of the lands. Though he has had many mistresses, Laoch has never found a mate that he would be content to settle with. He does not seek one out, as he usually can find willing enough female company should he desire it, but keeps the small hope for one in the back of his mind, should he come across the right mare.

Loves;;
quiet moments to himself to stop and reflect
the innocent

Hates;;
anyone picking on the weak
blind killing

Allegiance;;
Oser

Other;;
n/a

Store Items

n/a

Ranking

former Warrior of Oser

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