Owner: Ezai
Name: TBA
Gender: Stallion
Age: TBA
Height: TBA
Story:
"Gather round young ones, for I have a story to tell. One you may or may not know for it tells of how a cursed foal became the savoir to us all and how his legend marks us still to this day."
'Long ago, before you and even I were born, all tekes used to roam the wild. Free and uncared for by the kind humans we know now. For at that time we did not know of humans; in fact we feared them. See, back then humans were strange and frightening creatures. Pale and hairless things walking on two not four legs. Life was good though for all. the land ripe with all one needed to happily survive, separate herds rarely fought as there was no need to. Saying it was a time of peace and harmony would have been an accurate statement. Until he was born. And it was to no one's surprise that his birth brought the curse, for any foal born during a horrible thunderstorm is bound to be trouble. But that wasn't all. No, see he was different.
His coat was as dark as the night sky, his hooves even darker in colour. Jet black from nose to tail except for a small white dash on his chest, eyes a piercing blue-grey. That and a kind of marking that had never been seen before. Upon his head was the oddest marking anyone had ever seen. A helmet of sorts, a jagged dash of different colour spanning from his forehead going all the way back to his shoulders. It was as if he was not one teke but two merged into one. For you see back then, we did not have dips. The bright palomino colour of this strange marking stood out like lightening on his dark coat. As if he was the essence of the vicious storm that marked his birth. It was of no surprise that he was shunned by most at first, then as the curse began shunned by all.
After his birth and as he began to age, bad things seemed to follow the young one. From a fire devastating the fertile land, to a storm flooding the plains. Death and destruction seemed to fall upon any area he was in. He became the monster that mothers would speak about in bedtime stories, the creature they would use to scare foals into doing as they should. An outcast, marked by the very thing that made him special, forced to walk the earth alone.
Scary and sad, right? Being so young, almost as old as you are, having no one and no name. It didn't take long for him too to believe this curse. It was in his lowest moment that he learned what was happening. See, he walked along the outskirts of the lands places where no teke really ever ventured. It was there that the truth was revealed.
He walked for days, weeks and months on his own. He encountered many things but nothing puzzled him more than the strange humans he had watched for days. Their odd get up, loud yells and strange behaviors not only interested him..they concerned him. For days, they cut down trees and poured foul smelling liquids on the earth. They trapped smaller animals in strange shiny contraptions, tore at the earth. They were destroying the land, and he could see it. And then it dawned on him. All those misgivings and disasters he was blamed for wasn't him. The fires, the rivers drying up, the floods without rains. It was them. It was their doing.
I know, I know. Humans aren't bad, we all have very kind humans caring for us. But, you see, some are bad. Their hearts dark as coal. Just like tekes, some humans can be bad, and these ones were. The colt knew that too, for he had made some friends with kind humans in the past. I can't say that it didn't confuse him, or leave him worrying if his human friends were really good or not. Yet, I can tell you that he knew these ones needed to be stopped. And that he tried to do.
He charged forward, ramming one of them into the ground. He made the loudest noise he could as he reared as high as his thin legs would let him. His attack was quickly met shouts of surprise and long sharp objects being pointed at his face. His eyes moved from one human to another in a silent moment before one said something he wouldn't forget.
"Don't bother. His coat is....damaged. That unsightly pattern on his head will fetch us less than it would cost to ship him. We will capture other undamaged ones of his kind. Chase him off."
It didnt take long for him to realize that something bad was happening and that his birthmark had saved him from it. And in horror, he realized that his family, his kind would not be so lucky for they had no such thing. They were in serious danger as they were not 'damaged'.
Hush now, child, don't give me that whimper. Our little colt friend didn't stay there long, in fact, he galloped as quick as he could to his homelands. He warned them off their troubles, yet no one would listen. Not until he lead scouts to the human camp, which to their horror was getting closer and closer to the homelands. And they were soon approaching the herd's resting grounds.
The herd panicked, what were they to do to protect themselves? They could run, but the humans would surely follow. No one wanted to be captured either. At a loss of ideas and running out of time, the herd turned towards the god Phaethon. They prayed. Night and day, they prayed for him to grant them a miracle. And on the last night, they got an answer. Though, it was not one they wanted to particularly hear.
Phaethon has many power, yes. But with any power it has a cost. And this time, the payment was stiff. In order to grant the entire herd protection from the bad humans, Phaethon demanded a sacrifice. One soul to to cross the void into his land. To be his mount. Gasps, just like yours, filled the herd. Though they didn't have much time to process it when one small voice spoke up.
"Me. I'll do it."
The herd went silent as they watched the outcast, the colt they had chased away as a foal, approach the center of the group. He stood tall as he faced the god, his ears focused on him and not the murmuring crowd. His voice got stronger and powerful as he spoke once more.
"If it will protect everyone else, I will give my life to you."
And in response, Phaethon spoke;
"Very well, with your sacrifice, I grant your herd and every teke of your kind my protection. In the morning, each one will be graced with a marking just like yours. And each foal born from here on out will bear their own too, as an honour to your selflessness."
They say that as he spoke, the colt's palomino marking faded away. that it fell from his head and scattered over the ground. Each small speck finding it's way to a teke. The now all black colt, shined as bright as the stars before both he and Phaethon disappeared into the night. And in the morning, to everyone's relief and amazement, they awoke with their own unique markings. Markings that did in fact, protect them from the bad humans just as Phaethon said they would.
That, my young friends, is the story on how we got our dips. See that painting up there, thats what they say the colt looked like after he become Phaethon's mount. The rope he's holding in it? Oh, well thats a story for another day.'
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