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CAVALLO
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the world
Season: Summer Year: One
Major Weather: The summer is starting to show signs of being one of the worst yet, with temperatures already climbing and the water beginning to dry up in the furthest reaches of the South.
Name: Thalion Gender: Stallion Species: Horse Age: 7 Years Height: 18.2HH Body Type: Draft Coat Color/Markings: Smoky Cream Dun Overo Mane/Tail Color: White Eye Color: Blue Scars: He has claw marks over the left side of his face and on both withers and the top of his rump from a cougar attack. Physical/Mental Abnormalities: N/A
Genetics: Oo/CrCr/DD/Ee/aa (I think I did this right? I noticed that he has leg barring in the ref image, but was not sure what color he would fit under otherwise).
Thalion is as massive as he is strong. Born with draft blood, power seemingly runs through his veins. His bulging muscles and towering height can make him appear rather frightening to friends and enemies alike. Covering his rippling skin is a scarred coat that furthers his intimidating appearance. It bears the wounds of a cougar attack, the long jagged scars covering the left side of his face where the beast took a parting swipe, and even longer white scars on his shoulders and rump. It shows that he is not merely an inhabitant of the land, but a survivor. Strong and stone cold. While his body bears the scars of the attack, his coat is a sight to behold. He is a smoky cream overo, and he has white markings splashed onto his soft cream pelt. His mane and tail are long and silky, and hold a slight wave. Often they appear slightly unkempt and ratted as he does not consider himself vain enough to keep up with grooming habits.
personality
Thalion is quiet and stone cold. He bears the marks of a rough life and unforgiving past. He has known heart break, drought, and desolation. It is cruelties of life that he allowed to shape him, and it is as if he wears a thick shell over his soul. He is not evil, no, he is simply hardened. He has seen what happens if one fails, and he has separated himself from his emotions as much as he possibly can. He sees injustice and suffering, and he sees himself as a survivor. He does not understand those weak of heart, nor does he pity those who have gotten themselves into trouble. He was shaped out of stone and the coldness of life, they too could do the same. Besides his own coldness, he seeks power, and even has a sense of justice. The southern herd has known drought for way too long, it is time to move the greedy Northerners from their spots. His home, his herd, should not suffer the wrongdoings of the past. They too deserve food to eat, water to drink; comfort. It is with this a quiet anger burns. Like a flame that does not die. Right now it is a slow simmer, but at times it can leap into a furious tempest. It is who he is. Cold, relentless, unforgiving.
history
Thalion grew up in the starving Southern Herds. He knew not kindness nor mercy. He knew not comfort or glory. What he did know, however, was pain bred of suffering. Being unwanted, starvation, cold. It was not an easy life, but he survived as did others of his alliance. Though he was often malnourished, he was somehow able to grow into the powerful brute he is today. Perhaps it was sheer determination to fight against the struggle, or perhaps it was a hope against all hope that someday life for his herd could be better. He doesn't even know himself. However, his past has molded him, and having been outcast as a yearling. Thrown from his herds into the wild, he became a loner for a time. He learned to dislike the Northern herds even more. If it was not for his family's need for food, for fear that they could not survive, he would not have been tossed out, not have been abandoned. He did not hate them. No, he saw their reasoning with his own hardened logic. It was in these times that he was wrought from iron, and at two years of age, he fought the cougar that left him with bloody, jagged scars.
Eventually, as he grew older, he was able to find a herd. He did not belong in it for long though. It was as if his ideals were rejected, his fearsome appearance brought fear into their hearts. However, this did not hurt him. He was a rock. He could not be hurt. Finally, he left to survive the wilds once again. Seeking an opportunity to gain revenge against the Northern herds. Finally, he became ready, now he just has to find a place to begin.