Username: Phina Wolf
Horse Number: 002
Species: Horse
Age: 6
Name: Mchenga
Herd: Aralon
Herd Position: Lead
Personality:
Mchenga is a very quiet and thoughtful stallion, who knows exactly where he wants to go in life. He wants to form a small band, like all stallions do, but he wants his to be special. He wants his band to constantly be supporting each other, and building each other up. None of the petty nonsense that sometimes occurs in groups of mares.
He aims to ensure that his followers exhibit this behavior by exhibiting it by himself. He strives to always be understanding, to always be ready to listen, and to always put others needs before his own.
His one fault is that he has a naturally short temper, which he still occasionally struggles with. He will blow up in someone’s face and storm off, only to come back later to apologize for his irrational behavior.
He forms very close bonds, and would walk through fire for those he loves, so he hates that he still inadvertently hurts those close to him from time to time. You can always tell when Mchenga has recently lost his temper, because the despair and self loathing is evident on his face, and he won’t raise his voice above a quiet murmur.
Mchenga’s natural state is one of quiet, thoughtful authority. He doesn’t yell his way into a position of power, he wins the respect of the other horses by his quiet strength and deep understanding.
While his constant strong, silent demeanor may seem to indicate a stallion with little empathy Mchenga actually strives to identify with each horse he meets in a unique way. He always does his best to make new comers seem welcome, and try to match them up with horses with similar interests, so that they will feel at home.
When he isn’t defending his herd, Mchanga actually enjoys mentoring all the little foals that tag at his heels. He loves to teach them about life through different games, helping the little colts and fillies learn how to defend themselves, and others, by organizing play combats and training sessions. He teaches them to find water and good grazing by holding competitions, with some special treat as the prize.
Machenga is renown for his intensive protection of his mares. If a mare chooses to join his herd, no other stallion dares to even look askance at her, for fear of arousing Mchenga’s infamous temper. While he keeps it well controlled among his herd, with outsiders he is not so careful.
When the mood strikes him, Mchenga is a hopeless romantic. Every so often, he will sporadically become overly sweet and romantic, sweeping his mares off their feet as if they were yearlings again. The mood doesn’t often last long, but he makes the time matter.
While Mchenga forces himself to be strong for those who depend on him, he is actually very delicate emotionally. If someone he trusts betrays or is cruel to him, he will be devastated for days. Often his band never knows how badly he is effected, because he suppresses his emotions during the day, appearing to be the same, quiet, powerful stallion, but at night he lays down a long way away from his band, and lets the silent tears slip down his cheeks.
Once he heals from a betrayal, he will never be the same to that horse again. He will still be polite, but his mannerism will forever be cold, and he will do his best to separate them from anyone he thinks might be hurt the same way.
What part did his or her Ancestors play in the war?
Meharan was the leader of a small, closely knit band that wish to have no part in the war. He only wished to protect his herd, to give them a safe life. But that was not to be. His herd was called upon to fight, and his loyalty and honor forbade him from denying the call. Hating every moment of the battle, he steadily rose in the esteem of his comrades for his ferocity and skill on the battle field, for even if he hated the war, he hated their enemies more. Finally he was injured so badly that they refused to allow him back on the battle field, and insisted that they had a better use for his skills. For many years, he stayed behind the battle lines, training the new recruits, giving them the best chance at survival and victory that he could. His last living moments were spent holding back a small force of the enemy while giving his trainees, and young wife and child, a chance to escape. The tiny foal galloping by his mother’s side is Mchenga’s great grandsire. he aspires to attain the loyalty and courage of his ancestors, being willing to fight and die to protect those he loves.
Story:
Mchenga was barely three when he struck out on his own, and he wasn’t quite sure he was ready. The first few days were a blast, no parents, no responsibilities, no one looking to him for an example. The freedom was glorious. But it didn’t maintain the initial glory. Soon he found himself wandering listlessly, wanting SOMETHING to do, someone to mind. But there was no one. The bachelor life was lonelier than he had expected. He found a bachelor herd his second week, but no company was better than that company. Mchenga could not stand the petty fighting and whatever other insanity that was going on in that herd. So, he stayed out on his own, avoiding the bachelor herds, and other stallions’ herds. He knew better than to bother an established stallion.
He had been out on his own for just over a month when it happened. Grazing contentedly, he was disturbed by a low grumble from the forest. He pricked his ears, then bolted. He knew that sound. That was the sound of a bear, and likely a hungry one. He glanced back over his shoulder and skidded to a halt, eyes wide with horror. There was a young mother and fawn in the clearing he had just left, and the bear was advancing, his intentions obvious.
Mchenga hesitated, then shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” he muttered, whirling and galloping back to the clearing. The bear was distracted by the mother and fawn, so he didn’t see the grey and white blur speeding towards him until Mchenga slammed into his side, knocking him off balance. Mchenga stumbled, regaining his feet quickly. “GO!!” he shouted, sending the mother and fawn bolting into the forest. Mchenga turned, ready to follow them, when the bear lurched to it’s feet, an angry bellow emanating from it’s cavernous mouth.
Mchenga swore, turning to face the creature. It was advancing towards him, claws digging into the earth as he padded forward, eyes bright with anger. Mchenga took in the beast advancing towards him, then glanced around. The mother and fawn had gone east. Mchenga bolted to the west, the bear crashing through the undergrowth behind him. While Mchenga was swift and agile, the bear just shoved through the dense places Mchenga was forced to run around.
It took several hours before the bear was tired enough to give up, but he eventually did. Mchenga stumbled on, trying to get far enough from the bear to be able to sleep safely. Locating a patch of softish grass, he collapsed, eyes barely held open. He was totally exhausted, but he knew that it was worth it.
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