From far off in the distance, the droning sound of thudding hooves grows louder as the figure of a bronc appears through the dust... Upon arrival, the painted stud rises into a full rear, threatening the heavens with onyx hooves. His name was Doomed One. Clarion call echoes through every valley and hill, the claxon sound more dominant than it seems... As the sound proceeds to ring through the still air, the rebellious brute plummets to the untouched earth, the ultimate force of tri-toned bod' making the ground tremble. This colt was at the youthful age of 2 summers. Banished from his previous herd, the slightly arrogant colt discovered an untouched land. Here he roamed, claiming belles and bringing them here. Due to the fertileness, many other studs came to the land. But Doomed One remained the dominant, legendary stud. For years and years...
Surely, he had been challenged. But none even came close to winning. Doomed One was a fairly peaceful beast, as far as studs go. But he took care of every creature in 'his' domain. Studs respected him, donnas adored him. Even the other creatures like birds and butterflies, seem to enjoy his company.

One peaceful afternoon, a raven hued stud appeared in the outskirts. Doomed One, the painted stud, still maintained his authority. He was unmatched, even at the old age of 30 summers. The raven stud was disliked by all. In the quite afternoon, while the herds were bathing in the sunlight, rays falling on their backs as if anointing them in some odd way. The large raven brute charged up to Doomed One and attacked, taking him by surprise. Now, Doomed One was an old bronc but still had 'fire'. They fought for almost a full day. Every animal was watching with a terrible feeling. Both studs were bloody and very tired at the end of the day. The tri-colored Doomed One feel heavily to his knees, as the large raven brute attacked all family members of Doomed One. All relatives of Doomed One were killed, except one small filly who managed to escape.

She still roams the land even now, a slightly aged mare. Never captured by a stud, never bore a son or daughter. Although someday that might change. She protects the land and oversees all actions. She can get extremely aggressive if provoked, so I'd watch your step. The only youth of Doomed One will prevail! ¤




Called:|..·:*¨♥¨*:·..FĮЯЄ..·:*¨♥¨*:·..|
Moons:|4|
Sex:|o' The Fairest|
O' The Herd:|Mustang|
Hue:|o'The Sun|
16.1
Stance:|15'hh|
Dam:|Canation

Shired:|Doomed One|