by Schainukan » Sun Sep 18, 2016 11:13 am
Owner: Schainukan
Show Name: Memories of War
Barn Name: Zevir
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 years
Height: 16.1 hh
Halter color: Black and dark gray string&circle
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Blood red
Story:
To begin with, Zevir was never quite the tame stallion. Already in his colt years, the Khim was bold and independent.
He very well knew what he wanted and why he wanted it. It definitely wasn't just a tool on his parents, but the whole cavalry as well. Most soldiers had a hard time coming hear him, in fact many didn't even want to, he was way too impetuous for his own good. Zevir was being admired, having a strong attractive power over other people who usually fell under his spell. Yet due to being mature, determined and intense with a desire to endure, there were the ones that wanted to break his will and tame him no matter what. However, Zevir only believe in one way path, when he want to accomplish something and then bets everything on achieving it. To obey another’s will was exactly something he utterly refused to do.
This Khim is known being powerful and complete. Requiring several outlets for his energies. He's not a planner but a builder and doesn’t want others to carry out his plans. Thus, he was given a rough and stern Major, known for getting his will with stubborn and feisty equines eventually. Even if it needed violent treatment and pain for the individual to understand. Slowly, but surely Zevir was forcefully trained to be a war horse. With all resistance shown, he was still pushed along. However the Khim wouldn't be who he was if he didn't swim against the stream, going through brutal mistreatment and frequent beating. The Major had the right to deal with him how he pleased unless crippling him, if Zev wasn't behaving how he supposed to.
Zevir began to mistrust humans, he never really liked them to begin with, but he literally came to have a grudge against them. He very well knew that not all humans were the same, but most he knew either didn't care about him or were scared. The others were terrible and cruel, intending harm. Yet, there was a young soldier, not quite fitted for combat and rather suited for being a medic, who kept coming to his stable at night whenever he was roughed up the wrong way, sneaking past the other squad members to check on his health status. The boy spoke to him in a low whispering and hushed voice, his presence irritated Zev and he couldn't place him in his mind pattern. The Khim understood, this human wasn't like the others and yet he couldn't bring himself to quite feel at ease around him, his guard up and still feeling a tad uncomfortable around the teen.
After many, almost daily visits, Zevir relaxed more while the two of them were together. However, one night the boy opened the stable door and came in, closing the distance drastically. The soldier softly touched his back, but still, it sent a twitch and shock of negative memories through him and Zev acted up, rejecting him, neighing and rearing in slight panic. Members of the unit came to investigate but the boy was long gone. A few days passed and none came to visit but after that, the man appeared once more. In a very slow pace, he made Zev become used to his touch in a positive way, cared and treated his wounds properly.
Months passed and a war broke out, Zevir was declared to fight. Due to having the boy patch up his beating-wounds, only tiny scars beneath his coat remained and he was ready to attend the war. The Khim never properly faced other horses, nor their riders before and the battlefield was crowded with those. He didn't understand what was going on, loud noises and screams filled the air, smoke made it hard to see and there was little to no space to move. Frankly, it scared him. Sharp objects brushed his sides here and there, sometimes something drew blood to unknown reasons and honestly, everything was too much for him. He hated it here, he hated doing this and he hated caring this heavy human around on his back who kept pressing and pushing into his flanks.
With a big rear and buckling, Zevir threw the Major off his back prancing in confusion as he yelled at him. The human was already panting and bleeding, it seemed he got injured in some way or another. He took the reins forcefully, pulling and jerking at them, trying to get Zev to let him back on his back but the equine refused. Standing high, the stallion shook his mane and stomped against the ground, no sign of resignation. The Major rustled around before pointing something long in front of him, angrily shouting. Whatever that thing was, it seemed awfully dangerous. Suddenly the young soldier appeared, eagerly talking with the older adult, however he came running at them and in a flash Zev shoved the boy out of the way and took a blow with the sword to his muzzle, the blade slicing through his flesh with ease. The Khim released a sound of pain, before rearing and coming crashing down on the Major, hitting him straight on the head before finishing him off with several blows of his hooves. The human didn't move, neither did that silver thing and the boy came over in fear as he took the reins, sat up and rode off, away from the battlefield, away from all this.
Zevir didn't know why, but he knew he had to protect that teen no matter what and the Major turning on him, just happened to work with his plan of taking revenge. Even though now with a scar that would never leave his face, Zev does not regret.
He doesn't regret any of his choices made. The stallion went through pain and violence but if he had to choose, he wouldn't change a thing. Zevir and they former soldier settled down at a quiet and peaceful place, living their life together.
Last edited by
Schainukan on Wed Sep 21, 2016 12:27 pm, edited 3 times in total.