Username:lululizzy23
Show name:Toy Soldier
Name:Solly
Gender:Stallion
Species:Equine
Breed:Dutch WarmbloodKennel Number:#40
Why would you like this character:I would like to care for Solly because he is stunning and I need more male characters. Not just that but because I love him and his design and I would love to give him a home with me.
Use:I plan on keeping Solly for stories mainly but that doesn't mean I wont order/draw art of him. That would be unfair to him.
Personality:Solly is a gentle stallion, very eager to please. When he is excited it can be impossible to calm him down, it would take a lot of luck to actually manage to keep all four of his feet on the ground. He can be timid, especially in training, he has his doubts when he sees a pole that is raised over 1 meter which is why he was trained in dressage. He will always stand up for what he believes is the better option, not really caring if it's right or wrong.
History:As my eyes began to adjust to the darkness, I became colder than before. I missed the warmth of my mother, and I couldn't find her in this cold, dark world. Letting out a loud whinny as I paced around the small box, I realized I couldn't see the sky like in the meadow with the other colts and fillies. A loud honking noise came from somewhere outside the four walls I was trapped in. Deciding to sleep my small legs collapsed underneath me, and my head fell to the itchy straw beneath me.
"Bring the crates onto shore!" I woke up to that voice, yelling orders at others like the voice, I could hear feet or possibly paws shuffling and then my small box lurched, sending my tired body flying towards the other wall with a loud
thud. "What was that? Be careful, these aren't snowflakes, they're living animals. We need them alive for their owners," the voice yelled again as I was lowered onto something with wheels. The rest of the trip, I was wheeled across land, which for me was a relief, the sea had never made me comfortable. The sunlight began to peer through the cracks in my box and I felt tired again, realizing how little sleep I had gotten and slipped into a deep slumber.
It must have been nine hours later because when I woke, the sun was at its brightest. I felt the wheels below me stop moving and the box opened, I snorted at the light and stumbled into the corner as one more side of the box was opened. Ropes were tied tightly around my neck and I was pulled up from my sleeping position. I let out a weak whinny in protest but the rope only grew tighter around my neck as it began to dig deeper towards my flesh. My rebelling was accompanied by shouts of various men. Another rope was whacked against my side, sending me darting towards the exit of the box.
Soon enough I was in another enclosure, my legs sore from the long walk from my dark box. I was washed and groomed until I shone like the sun, it was uncomfortable in the new enclosure, but I wasn't in there for long any way. Soon I was lead out with a halter, which stung my nose with the smell of blood but it wouldn't matter, I knew what this was, an auction, my owner had been speaking of sending the "useless colts and fillies'' to one. Apparently, I was one of them. I was led into another dark room, the sun here was only in one spot that seemed to follow me wherever I went, one-way mirrors surrounded me so I wouldn't become spooked by the people I soon found where watching from the other side. About five minutes later I was led out of the dark room and back to the small enclosure.
---Three years later---
"Good boy, you did great today," my owner, Skylar, cooed to me while rubbing my neck with a gloved hand. The foam by my mouth showed signs of a long practice, we were preparing for a show. Skylar unmounted and led me to my stall. The scent of sugar filled my nose as Skylar took a sugar cube out of her magical pants.
"You really earned it today boy," gentle voice floated through the air as I let the disintegrated sugar flow down my throat. Life couldn't be any more perfect than this moment. With one more pat on the neck, she was gone, her boots clicking against the paved barn isle. Until tomorrow, when we would perform in front of millions of people.
Art:
Artist; Me
Time spent; 30-45 mins.
Axolotl