Post by s u b e r u ♥ on Mar 17, 2009 16:02:42 GMT -5
Name: Jackal
Breed: Ardennais
Age: Is of 7 years
Height: 15.3 HH (just under 16 HH)
Alliance: Ragory
Sex: A cocky Stallion
Markings: No markings are visible
Personae: He has a spunky, wild attitude which really shouldn't combind with his stubby features. You could say he was almost a pony, compared to the draft giants inwhich he stands by everyday of his life. He likes to think of life as a dull place which is out to get him, which in consequence gives him a very anti-social life. Being a pushover is also another unfortunate quality, he will do almost anything for anybody who asks, especially if they are twice his size. Although, I wouln't say that he doesn't have his common moments of outbursting rage. The moment something oh so small ticks him off is the moment where others point and stare at the maniac running around. "Life Sucks" one of the many famous lines of this chubby Ardennais horse.
History: Coming from a long line of Belgian draft horses he seemed to have a pretty good life. Gaining many of the good features from his mother's side and his odd personality from his father's side. Jackal was the shortest umong his family, aswell as the stockiest and the chubbiest. He couldnt run very fast, or for very long but he certainly could pull heavy objects exceedingly well. Many of the other horses teased him at his only quality and strength, his life was almost like a typical school kid who was being picked on for the rest of his days. Until he was seven years of age he bared the bullying with great tension, until that one fateful day would be his last stay at his home. Of course, it was a typical day, the tasing, the bullying never seemed to end... yadda yadda. One particular, young draft horse seemed to put the fire in his belly more than the others. Jackal's moment of outrage began in a rude, scary manner, the others were merely speechless and he fought back exceedingly well. Almost as if he could not stop himself he continued beating on this draft until it lay limp, motionless, helpless on the dirty ground. It was dead. He panicked and galloped off into a small patch of wood in the distances, obviously never to be seen back again. The memories, as painful as they are to him live in his mind for ever, giving him the odd flashback. Although his shame has passed away, and he lives a new life.
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