Username: GallopingHowl
Name: The Strongest Prevail 'Achilles'
Gender: Stallion
Halter Color: Gold with white cracks
Gif That Reminds You Of Him: So scary!Personality: Achilles was always a strong, muscular stallion. Muscular, broad shoulders and great talent, he was always a champion. To humans, he was almost perfect. As long as you let him do his job, you were safe. Achilles will nip, kick, and rear when feeling restricted or contained. He will go crazy and begin to buck, and even though the trainers try to desist his actions it doesn't work. He must calm down on his own, and it only makes it worse when shrieking people run around him. His hearing is very keen, so loud noises and sounds put him on edge. Around horses, he isn't really a charmer. He may socialize, but the horse is lucky to get away with only a scrap. Others tend to become very jealous of the athletic stallion, so they tease and taunt him. "Ach, it's Achilles. The great and powerful Achilles. Bow down." they say. He hates it. No, he despises it. He just attacks and fights off the horses and stands in the corner of the pasture. Alone. Until the day he met
Aspen. Aspen is a kind mare, very gentle and quite reserved. She noticed the stallion standing in the corner of the pasture and trotted up to him. For once in his life, Achilles's couldn't hurt her. She was angelic, and he couldn't even bring himself to say anything mean or rude to her. Instead, he just stood there staring awkwardly. He was afraid that he may say the wrong thing. Aspen giggled and introduced herself, and finally Achilles introduced himself. She admired his muscular appearance and how athletic he was. Aspen loved how he seemed to get flustered and lost for words, instead of snapping at her. He loved her angelic, gentle, warm appearance. Achilles had always watched her gracefully prance around the pasture, yet he never had the nerve to go up to her. She was gorgeous. Of course, she was very popular with the stallions. The stallions always bit her flank and tail, picking on her and flirting. This drove Achilles nuts. Achilles began to chase off the other stallions from Aspen and protect her from their torture. The other horses tortured him mentally while they tortured her physically. He had scars on his brain and she had bite marks on her coat. With each other, they healed each other's wounds. Aspen brought out his softer, nicer side, yet he still acts very aggressive towards horses and people.
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I'm the strongest
I'm the greatest
I don't brag.
It's just the truth.
They may think I'm crazy,
they may even think I'm psychotic,
but really I'm the strike that ends the battle.
I have a weakness,
an Achilles's heal,
but it's hard to find
and it's hard to heal.
I look unfazed,
after the taunts and torture.
But am I really?
Find my Achilles's Heal,
show me my weakness.
My mind
cracks and shatters
trying to prove I'm really
a horse.
Show me I can be liked.
Show me I can be
loved.
For Achilles,
the great and powerful,
needs his Achilles's heal
so he can be
the strongest
and prevail