Post by racechick on Feb 5, 2018 6:08:26 GMT -6
(I, in no way, own this picture! Using it simply as a reference.)
They call me...
Black Whiskey
I've roamed for
6 Years
I bleed the blood of a
Spanish Mustangs
I tower over the grass shoots
15.1 hh
I am hued
Blue Roan
I am blemished by
A round, white star
I walk as a
Stallion
I am
- Cunning/Sarcastic
- Charismatic
- Overall, whole-heartedly good- but can have a hard time showing it
- Helpful
- Anger Issues
I have known
Where do I begin?
Somewhere in the mid-1800's, the Earth, as untamed as the horses who's hooves struck it, was beginning to change. The country, as it always had been, was lawless. Men of all shades and sizes began to encroach upon the lands; all the horses that could escape did- but many faced a dreaded fate; forced to work for the enemy. Long hours, little feed, and poor conditions; many paid the ultimate price with their life. Whiskey's herd, known to the Native's as The Gouyen Herd, was lucky enough to be one that got away, fleeing far into the ranges of Wyoming- where the territory went untouched for miles.Mountains, canyons, valleys, rivers, and deserts littered the open country. Whiskey was born to Black Ashes, the black roan lead stallion, and from Whiskey Rose, a palomino herd mare; one of little importance. Black Ashes was cruel and unjust in his ways, forcing, stealing, fighting, and claiming anyone and anything he could. He wanted to be feared, to be the stallion to rule this land forever and to sustain such a reputation that no one would dare to attempt to predecess his legacy. Brutal and savage, he brought terror to all whom he encountered; forcing mares to leave their homes and killing the stallions and foals they held dear.
I breathe
Territory-N/A
Those I love
Mate(s)-N/A
And given Life
Foal-x Breeding Partner-N/A