Post by Bhaer on Dec 24, 2005 3:49:40 GMT -4
Was it on purpose he'd been casted out? Or was he really a problem?
Name : Bhaer ((pronounced Bear))
Sex : Stallion
Age : 5
Breed : Ukrainian Riding Horse
Weight : 1200 lbs
Height : 14 hh
Color : White
Temperament : Adventurous and energetic. Smart and patient.
Alliance : Light
He scowled as he walked off, not keeping a perfect gate. He'd been in 16 different herds, the leader always casting him out for some reason. It wasn't normal for a stallion to be in a herd with another male; but Bhaer came and offered help, protection, and silence even if it meant to be the carpet of the herd. The low life.
It was never good enough. He'd been accused of taking mares. Being careless. Too slow. Too different. One leader cast him out because his name was too hard to pronounce! Which was a lie within itself. It at first had hurt Bhaer, when he was first introduced to this cold outcast ways. Now? No. He was different. He didn't care. He yearned for a home, for love, for a friend. Even if it meant to be trotted upon, he'd do it.
Upon heavy and tired ores he drug himself into these new lands. Was he going to be an outcast here? Or a loner?
A Leader.
Thought crept into his soul with the spice of excitement and pride. Could he be a leader? Could he have a love? Could he stand above others and help them as he always desired? Oh how he stood now, looking and awing, waiting and smelling the airs with a new mind. It was so! The realm was vast, and in most parts empty. This was his opportunity to prove he wasn't a low life miserable cur. He was a horse. A proud race.
This was his story. His journey. His new beginning.
Name : Bhaer ((pronounced Bear))
Sex : Stallion
Age : 5
Breed : Ukrainian Riding Horse
Weight : 1200 lbs
Height : 14 hh
Color : White
Temperament : Adventurous and energetic. Smart and patient.
Alliance : Light
He scowled as he walked off, not keeping a perfect gate. He'd been in 16 different herds, the leader always casting him out for some reason. It wasn't normal for a stallion to be in a herd with another male; but Bhaer came and offered help, protection, and silence even if it meant to be the carpet of the herd. The low life.
It was never good enough. He'd been accused of taking mares. Being careless. Too slow. Too different. One leader cast him out because his name was too hard to pronounce! Which was a lie within itself. It at first had hurt Bhaer, when he was first introduced to this cold outcast ways. Now? No. He was different. He didn't care. He yearned for a home, for love, for a friend. Even if it meant to be trotted upon, he'd do it.
Upon heavy and tired ores he drug himself into these new lands. Was he going to be an outcast here? Or a loner?
A Leader.
Thought crept into his soul with the spice of excitement and pride. Could he be a leader? Could he have a love? Could he stand above others and help them as he always desired? Oh how he stood now, looking and awing, waiting and smelling the airs with a new mind. It was so! The realm was vast, and in most parts empty. This was his opportunity to prove he wasn't a low life miserable cur. He was a horse. A proud race.
This was his story. His journey. His new beginning.
