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About Him:
- Show Name: Hessian's Howl
- Barn Name: Hess
- gender: Stallion
- age: 13 years
Looks:
- Breed: Ariegeois X
Missouri Fox Trotting Horse
- Colour: Black Frame Overo
- height: 13.2 hh
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Personality:
Hess is a very mysterious creature, he tends to keep to himself and seeks
out isolation at every chance he gets. But Hess is a greatly misunderstood
individual. those who see him or stop to admire him don't understand the
awful things that hang over his conscience. Hess always seems to carry a
haunted look in his eyes and seams to just drip with sadness. he is very
cold and hard to communicate with making some see him as a bit of a
jerk. but the poor guy is just trying to isolate himself. he feels like he is
a curse and that no matter what he does harm will fall on those he loves.
So Hess tries to limit the number of individual he lets into his life so he
has less to loose. Hess does experience random unexplainable outbursts
of rage that make him look like a bit of a phsyco and he suffers from an
unusual case of bipolar personality disorder. He always seems depressed
or upset but he is a tough guy and always seems to pull through the rough
patches that come along with the territory of being 'Cursed'.
Short Story/History:
"Let me start from when I was a colt, it is probably the easiest story I will ever tell you, I don't remember it but I certainly bare the marks of the ordeal." Hess looks to the sky as though it might help him recall what happened better, his eyes taking on a faraway look "My mother was a proud mare and when she felt it was time to deliver her precious unborn foal she left the safety of her herd to weak a quiet secluded place. But as she searched a storm began to gather. harsh cold winds beat against her as she trekked on and sleet like rain chilled her to the bone. but somehow she managed to stumble upon an old abandoned homestead. the door to the barn sat ajar and she tucked her self away inside where it was dry. she lay down to deliver her foal but felt the presence of something not of this earth. it was a cold dreadful feeling; as though something was drawing from her strength to benefit itself. "What are you?" she gasped as the contractions began to grow stronger. to her utter horror the wind seemed to bring her an answer."The Hessian's Abandoned steed" came the chilly voice to her quivering ears. "What do you want?" her voice trembled in the darkness. "Its not what I want….. its what I need" came the voice again, My mother began to believe the pain was getting to her and her mind was playing tricks on her. "And what is that?" she snorted. "I successor" My mother laughed then but she could feel the spirit close to her how, as though it were leaning over her sucking the breath from her very lungs. "I will give you refuge, and the strength to deliver your foal and ensure no harm comes to he or you in exchange for allowing me to grant him with a gift." Fear now clawed its way in my mothers chest. she could feel her strength weaning as quickly as the rain fell outside. she knew that she would not be able to deliver her foal and with a bitter snort she complied. "I will let you grant him a gift… her voice faded as a form took shape, seeming to be made of shadow. "As you wish" it hissed and evaporated like smoke into the musky straw around her. When she delivered the foal his body was marked with the symbol of death and his eyes were a milky blue, partially blind. but as the spirit had promised they were both healthy and strong.
So now you know where my so called curse came from…. well let me tell you a story that will explain when this 'gift' has turn dmd into.
I grew up along side my mother till her passing, I was nearly a yearling when she died, hardly old enough to take care of myself but i was taken in by another mare who had a filly of her own. This filly became my friend, her name was Rava. she was a finest filly ever born to my herd and i found myself to grow very fond of her. when we grew into two year olds she returned the gestures of affection. She was my one true love" the dark stallion pauses as his voice catches, sorrow pierced his eyes but vanishes as he continues " all the other horses knew of my blindness and i was often picked on by others but Rava kept close to me and defended me when i could not. one night I ventured away from the herd and as i stood in the darkened vision came to me, but it wasn't of the present. at first i thought it was just a terrible dream. I saw my dear Rava backed up on the edge of a cliff, then i saw her falling, her hooves beating on nothing but air till she tumbled to her death. i rushed back t the heard to find her sleeping peacefully. the next morning my dream became a reality. wranglers came for my herd, Rava tried to hide me from them, but my blindness made moving quickly difficult. One chased us high into the mountains till stone turned to sky and we had nowhere to go. I did not see it happen then, but i didn't have to, i had already seen her fall. I managed to escape by simply collapsing there on the edge. sorrow beating down on me. I killed her, and i had the chance to save her but i failed to protect her. so now i am alone and i live away from everyone. I see their deaths days before it comes to claim them. Its my curse, the only vision I have is filled with death.
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