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Ok. So this is my gorgeous equid for the appy event. Well, not mine he's for you lot to fight over!
PLEASE NOTE THEY ARE UNBREEDABLE!! Meaning you cannot get a foal from this boy sadly :C
Rated R wrote:Owner: Rated R
Equid name: Crestfallen
Age: 7 years
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: Rose Grey with an extended spotted blanket and a bit of frosting.
Quip: Regular
100 word Personality: Like his name shows, Crestfallen is a gelding who is surrounded with an aura of melancholy. No one clearly knows why a gelding with such an intricate and haunting coat would carry himself in a despondent manner, nor does anyone know why he was always so upset. An outcast in society, Crestfallen is aloof, but when spoken to, his tone makes the listener want to cry for him, though nothing seems to make him smile. Rumour has it that it could have to do with being sterile and tragic events. No one is sure. [94 words]
Extra: A Short Story, written in poem form, about his torment and bullying due to being sterile and his unusual coat color. [219 words]
The Crestfallen
His shadow accompanied him wherever he went,
Like a companion, like a friend it followed him.
Every equid wonders what could have happened to have him be this way, what event
Could leave a gelding so sad, but no one one knows why it was so unfortunate, so grim.
It was told he had been walking one night,
As a young colt he had known his inability.
In this darkness lurked those of his herd and they had planned this midnight.
The rain fell upon the colt's back as he stood beneath a tree.
Those of his herd pounced upon the outcast,
Jeering, they had kicked and bit his spotted coat.
They made a mockery of his unusual marking, making bruises to match.
The poor colt could not protest; only the occasional painful squeal escaped his throat.
When they had gone, he cried tears into the dirt.
His bleeding wounds felt no pain.
Though he was still left hurt,
These emotional wounds would last longer than the rain.
He is simply known to have vanished with his lacerations healed,
Never does he smile nor anger.
His tears are few; they are now concealed.
His neck stretches towards the ground as though it is heavy with his tragedies as the anchor.
He is crestfallen for life.
He is Crestfallen.
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