Post by Sacoorah on Feb 21, 2015 20:49:14 GMT
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Name: Zeke
Breed: Ardennes x Clydesdale
Alliance: Light
Age: 6 Years
Gender: Stallion
Markings: None
Coat Color: Blue Roan
Mane and Tail color: Mane: Gray; Tail; Black
Eye Color: Deep Purple like this
Height: 16.3 Hands
Personality: Zeke is a rather nervous beast. He is sweet, kind, caring, protective, loyal, trustworthy and playful. Though these are all overshadowed by his nervousness. If your voice even takes on the tiniest hint of anger or anything even just excited, he will flinch away and huddle down into the smallest possible ball he can and he will be shaking uncontrollably. If you even try to touch him again he will flinch away, his eyes will widen and he will shake and huddle into a corner. If you try to compliment him he will tune you out as he knows he is far too scarred to be beautiful. He also does not sleep as he's afraid that if he does he will not wake up the next morning and so he suffers from terrible insomnia. And despite being a product of two draft equines, he does not eat and so is painfully thin, nearly emaciated. He will do nothing without permission from another and even then he sometimes doesn't do it. He has a lot of love to share, but he has locked his heart behind so many walls and chains and locks that it will be a long while before he opens up to anyone again. A year at least if not more. He needs friends and partners that are very patient and are able to let him be and offer him support when he needs it. Really though he is a giant teddy bear and a sweetheart, once he lets you in...but it'll be a long time before he finds love and has a family of his own.
History: Zeke was born in the cool of a Spring evening to a lovely...or what seemed to be a lovely pair...of equines. A Black Clydesdale stallion and a Bay Roan Ardennes mare. When he was born, his parents were the epitome of good parents. They were very caring and loving, but the moment that he hit six months old, everything changed. His parents began to ignore him, push him aside, abused him. As he aged, the abuse became worse and worse. And then it wasn't just his parents doing it, but also the other foals in the herd, some were getting abused like him but there was one or two that were actually joining in the abuse. When Zeke was two and a half, the abuse went from physical; just bites and kicks and emotional to those, plus sexual as well. His sire started pushing himself on Zeke, then the other foals did too. They knocked him down and did what they wanted until he collapsed and fell unconscious. One sick minded stud colt continued even then.
When he was three and a half, Zeke was forced to start pushing himself on and abusing other foals that came into the herd while still getting it from some favored foals of the herd. It made him sick to do it but he did it under the threat of death from the rest. He even had to do it to his own mother, that was the worst for him, it was the one that made him the most sick. By the time he was four and a half years old he decided that he could not stay in that herd any longer. He had to get out of there before things got so much more worse for him. He had taken the abuse for long enough. And he was old enough to be out on his own that he could escape, but he had to wait for the opportune time and the right setting to make it.
He stayed a few more weeks, sneaking food at night when the rest of the herd was asleep and then when he turned five, the opportune moment and timing presented itself to him. When he was sure the rest of the herd had fallen asleep, and the moon was not going to make an appearance anytime soon and he stepped away on silent hooves. But just as he stepped across the bounds of the land he heard a terrifying screech and then the moon showed her face and revealed the dappled gray form of one of the favored youngsters. Then Zeke pulled himself into movement and galloped away from the herdlands as the youngster charged after him and screeched waking the herd as he ran. Zeke screeched himself as he ran away. And then, the herd was chasing him and then, he silently thanked the heavens above that he didn't have the same bulk and thickness as the herd did and easily managed to distance himself from them. The herd gave up shortly after the chase had started but, the abuse had not left him unscathed. And he remains messed up because of it, even all the way here in Fragmentation.
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Original
Name: Zeke
Breed: Ardennes x Clydesdale
Alliance: Light
Age: 6 Years
Gender: Stallion
Markings: None
Coat Color: Blue Roan
Mane and Tail color: Mane: Gray; Tail; Black
Eye Color: Deep Purple like this
Height: 16.3 Hands
Personality: Zeke is a rather nervous beast. He is sweet, kind, caring, protective, loyal, trustworthy and playful. Though these are all overshadowed by his nervousness. If your voice even takes on the tiniest hint of anger or anything even just excited, he will flinch away and huddle down into the smallest possible ball he can and he will be shaking uncontrollably. If you even try to touch him again he will flinch away, his eyes will widen and he will shake and huddle into a corner. If you try to compliment him he will tune you out as he knows he is far too scarred to be beautiful. He also does not sleep as he's afraid that if he does he will not wake up the next morning and so he suffers from terrible insomnia. And despite being a product of two draft equines, he does not eat and so is painfully thin, nearly emaciated. He will do nothing without permission from another and even then he sometimes doesn't do it. He has a lot of love to share, but he has locked his heart behind so many walls and chains and locks that it will be a long while before he opens up to anyone again. A year at least if not more. He needs friends and partners that are very patient and are able to let him be and offer him support when he needs it. Really though he is a giant teddy bear and a sweetheart, once he lets you in...but it'll be a long time before he finds love and has a family of his own.
History: Zeke was born in the cool of a Spring evening to a lovely...or what seemed to be a lovely pair...of equines. A Black Clydesdale stallion and a Bay Roan Ardennes mare. When he was born, his parents were the epitome of good parents. They were very caring and loving, but the moment that he hit six months old, everything changed. His parents began to ignore him, push him aside, abused him. As he aged, the abuse became worse and worse. And then it wasn't just his parents doing it, but also the other foals in the herd, some were getting abused like him but there was one or two that were actually joining in the abuse. When Zeke was two and a half, the abuse went from physical; just bites and kicks and emotional to those, plus sexual as well. His sire started pushing himself on Zeke, then the other foals did too. They knocked him down and did what they wanted until he collapsed and fell unconscious. One sick minded stud colt continued even then.
When he was three and a half, Zeke was forced to start pushing himself on and abusing other foals that came into the herd while still getting it from some favored foals of the herd. It made him sick to do it but he did it under the threat of death from the rest. He even had to do it to his own mother, that was the worst for him, it was the one that made him the most sick. By the time he was four and a half years old he decided that he could not stay in that herd any longer. He had to get out of there before things got so much more worse for him. He had taken the abuse for long enough. And he was old enough to be out on his own that he could escape, but he had to wait for the opportune time and the right setting to make it.
He stayed a few more weeks, sneaking food at night when the rest of the herd was asleep and then when he turned five, the opportune moment and timing presented itself to him. When he was sure the rest of the herd had fallen asleep, and the moon was not going to make an appearance anytime soon and he stepped away on silent hooves. But just as he stepped across the bounds of the land he heard a terrifying screech and then the moon showed her face and revealed the dappled gray form of one of the favored youngsters. Then Zeke pulled himself into movement and galloped away from the herdlands as the youngster charged after him and screeched waking the herd as he ran. Zeke screeched himself as he ran away. And then, the herd was chasing him and then, he silently thanked the heavens above that he didn't have the same bulk and thickness as the herd did and easily managed to distance himself from them. The herd gave up shortly after the chase had started but, the abuse had not left him unscathed. And he remains messed up because of it, even all the way here in Fragmentation.
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