Zee Beasties.

[tou]

Stallions : 1
Mares : 0

[tou]

Hang By Your Neck ;; Tou

And Shudder In Pain ;; Shire

Heed The Voices ;; Varge

That Call Out Your Name ;; No Enemies ... Yet

The People They Gather ;; Few Known Others.

They Tug At The Chain ;; Alabaster Pelt

That Ended Your Life ;; Loves But One

That Ended Your Reign ;; No Youth

Clutch The Knife ;; Of course he'd be the unfortunate little beast to inherit the recessive alleles, to be a throwback, to be born a blindingly white monstrosity. Such was his luck, after all. But what were genes to equine but a simple word? Something misunderstood, unknown to the mind of a simple horse. So when this Shire, destined for greatness, was born with his bleached pelt, he was immediately rejected, for neither parent of his was anywhere near being of such a color. Fingers were pointed, blame and accusations thrown about, directed at his dam. His sire refused to believe her insistent words, wouldn't accept that she didn't cheat on him like the unfaithful scum he now thought of her to be. But he did have some kindness in his heart, however miniscule it may have been. He'd take her back, allow her to regain his trust ... if she disposed of that child that was surely not his. And though it was her only offspring, her mind was reigned by her lover, and she was but a mere puppet to fulfill his very wishes. But slay this helpless creature she could not. Abandonment she resorted to, leaving the bone white runt to fend for himself in a world filled with a cruel hatred, left him to be consumed by whatever he crossed paths with. But fate has a funny way of working, you know, for this gangly, wide-eyed colt fought for the life that his mother had so easily dismissed as unworthy. He refused to simply succumb to some carnivore, and especially not to mother nature herself. So he trained. And he strove. And he pushed himself to his very limits. He grew stronger day by day. Grew bigger, less frail, til he had exceeded any expectations that could have been placed on him. Only a mere three and half years had he sustained, thrived and fought his way through. Many fights had he entangled himself in, simply to test his boundaries and strengths. And though he was no longer the tiny runt he had been born as, he still lived as if he were. He never stopped moving, never remained in a single spot for longer than necessary. Tou was an itinerant, a vagabond by the very definition. And that was not going to change.

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[tou]

Health Status : Currently this boy is a hurtin'. But not physically, really. He's a tad bumped and bruised, mainly self inflicted, whether intentional or not. Therefore, physical status is about 95%. Mentally, he's excessively damaged. He's cowered into the recesses of his brain, and resorting to the only thing he knows best. He's crazed at the current moment in time, and is a time bomb, every second ticking away. His mental status is way low, somewhere near 20-30%, if that. He's lost it dear fellows - beware. [/color][/size]