Username: Fuscontidox
WTE name: Where Wild Things Roam (Monster)
WTE age: 7
WTE gender: Male
WTE height: 16hh
Personality: Monster is ironic, he has a majestic look to him, he is amazing in all he does, one of those types to not be over the top and is rather mellow. He is gentle hearted and has a brilliant mind, smiles are his weakness as he can never resist smiling when he sees someone else smiling, a happy smile of course.
He runs like fire is on his tail and the wind is his soul.
Genes: Red base: Overo= AA, Blanket spot= Aa, Brindle= aa
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Greatness.
Men have been great,
from birth till death,
from Jesus to Napoleon,
Men have been great.
But what is it that makes men 'Great'?
Is it compassion and heart?
Passion and intensity?
Ferocity and battles?
humility and wisdom?
It depends on who you ask.
Fame perhaps, makes these men great,
thats something they all have in common.
A positive reputation in the eyes of someone,
be it a follower, a supporter, a believer.
What is 'greatness'?
such a good question.
What makes men 'great'?
Another good question.
The time has come
to ponder on this final question,
"Can I too be great?"
~Anderson Ritchie
Story: (520)
Monster had left, not because he wanted to, not because it was his fault, but because he had to, because it wasn't his fault. He looked back across the ravine once more before marching away, far away from it all, to someplace else. He didn't know what was to come, only what had led up to this very moment. He ran, faster than wild fire could consume, as if his very being was meant to create wind, invisible wings of an eagle. He knew he could never return to the place he once lived, where he was born, the place he watched many die.
He needed a new ending, in a place that death came at old age, and love wasn't filled with lies. So he ran, to here, a place that had taken him months over rocks and piercing brambles, through dark caverns and high waters. The fear of death never consuming him, as he knew his death was close to impossible. He had found it, the place of tranquility hidden deep in uncharted forests, where the souls of the living found him and took him in as part of their herd. The souls like his, the ones that had also found this place. As a desperate get-away from where ever they came.
It was in this forest, this calm and limited sun shown forest. Where one mare struck his heart, just a glimmer of her coat caught his eye. As her name had stated, she was truly a Hypnotizing Beauty, however, her interests only went so far, and no matter how long he stayed, how hard he tried, Monster couldn't figure out if he was one of her interests. So he protected her, he protected the herd as well, but the beauty had him wrapped around her tail like a snake.
The mare seemed to have no interest in any of the stallions present among the herd, showing respect, nothing more, nothing less. He had no clue if using him was her intention. Her heart was blackened, closed off and torn. She acted so strong, so sweet, but she never meant it. Always a glimpse of darkening eyes was caught by Monster as she walked away.
Was love a word?
Had she a heart anymore?
Or had it died, leaving a mare to pretend her life was real, to act as if she wasn't heartless.
The questions had no answers, as Hypnotizing Beauty had no plans to even believe in love. She longed for no more than free will, no ties, just herself. Monster wondered if her love had ever been present, if her eyes had seen something one would never wish, something that locked the gate to her heart.
No matter how many days it took, he was there for her, the cure to his illness. The bandages of his wounds from the past. Though her wounds may never surface, may never be shown to the stallion called Monster who looks upon her, seeing through her disguise. Always there he would be, watching, waiting, a soul of open arms no matter if she says anything or not.
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thank you so much!!!