by .Watch.Shield.Kill. » Mon Jan 20, 2014 6:38 am
Owner: HandofSorrow31
Equid name: Kellin
Age: 5
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: I am terrible with markings, but here goes nothing: a dark silver gray base, covered by a white varnish and large leopard blanket.
100 word Personality: (99 words) Kellin is a guardian. His two-sided childhood resulted in a protective streak, from anything from bears to hyperactive imaginations. As comfortable as he is in the wild, though, he has no qualms against approaching anything so long as it doesn’t pose a threat. Should a sneak attack arise, however...
Socially, Kellin isn’t quiet. He loves to partake in witty banter and general conversations, so long as the topic doesn’t bore or anger him. The age of his fellows doesn’t matter to him either, and he loves to hear what children of any species have to say about the world.
Extra: (495 words; it looks longer than it reads)
Hush, young one. Your hooves are so loud; they make the tree branches tremble. Do you really want all those leaves to fall?
Yes, that’s better. Now you won’t scare the rabbits into their holes; you must remember you are not a fox.
Careful, do you see how the moss glistens? That means it’s in the middle of a conversation; you don’t want to step on it and have it trip you.
Don’t feign naiveté, young one. Away from the moss, now!
You see this stream? Tread carefully, but make your steps firm. The water likes to play tricks when you extend anything more than your muzzle into its domain.
There, now that is-
Run, young one! Find shelter, stay low, don’t hit that tree, but evade, evade! They will not stop! They will find you, young one, they will tear you apart, they will
never
quit
their
pursuit
if you remain so slow. You make me sick, you’re so attentive. You haven’t the time to pay so much attention to this world. Get over it, boy, before I leave you to the wolves.
Enough! Remember what I said about your misery- destroy it! No one cares! Harden yourself, boy, ignore that past of yours! It will only make you weak. Fight it like we fought yesterday, like you actually stood a chance. Do not make me regret finding you.
Do not regret.
Do not regret.
Do not regret.
They are here again, all eight of them. Such a small troop, they are, but they are so very proud.
They make me smile.
The smallest can’t be any older than a human eight, but already he’s been out here several times. His father is the leader, and his brother may very well be the oldest of the troop.
I’ve never seen the mother.
It makes me wonder, has she been lost too? I would ask, but I’d rather remain one with the trees.
I haven’t made a single leaf fall in years.
Nor have I fallen into a creek.
But I have endured.
Just as this young child does every time his father and brother present him to the forest. He knows strength, though he begins to tremble shortly after the evening meal whenever he’s brought here.
Moans of homesickness accent the trembling once the remainder of the troop falls into a deep slumber, and this poor boy clutches the toy lion in his arms closer to his heart, pressing it into his tiny chest for an extra boost of courage and African vigor.
Only then do I make my appearance.
Avoiding the crimson coals, dim yet fierce, I step around the troop, keeping my head low and my hooves quiet. I touch the boy’s forehead.
“Hush, young one. Fear as you may, but you need not. We’re not all monsters; I will defend you. You are safe so long as I am near. Nothing will take you...Sleep, young one.
“Sleep.”
He closes his eyes.
I am no longer on CS.
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