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username; kalon, pleased to have a chance for ownership of this gorgeous stallion.
show name; rasasvada
'a moment of bliss, in the absence of all thought'
name; ras [pronounced like razz]
gender; ras considers himself quite the gentleman.

personality; ras, the stallion known to all as the young, dapper gentleman; always there to offer you a hoof during those not-quite-bright times, or to flash a warm grin and tip his invisible hat in your direction every morning. optimistic in a rainstorm when thunder creates a cacophony of booming roars above you and even happier on a sunny day, it seems as if nothing can put a damper on his well-tempered attitude. he is always the first to greet any newbies, and may even offer to show them around the farm. when he's not busy attempting to spread his good intentions and cheer, ras can often be found in the shadows, dueling with other stallions in a playful joust, lifting moods wherever he steps hoof.
so happy, he acts; so friendly, he seems.
but there's a dark side to all, even if it takes some pushing and prying to pull into the light.
ras considers himself quite the leader, and has excellent means of dictating his herd of followers, always attracting more to live under his rule with that telltale smile. though he is quick to push any horse who falls out of line right back in, there's always one who is more stubborn than the rest, who will turn their breaths labored with the act of repeated rebellion. ras has a way of dealing with these; he is not only clever with actions, but his words as well. with a simple well-said phrase he can turn all minds against the one he favors less, make their life a horrid place to be. ras needs not rule with brute force and fear; he considers himself much too sophisticated for that. instead, the stallion can use all his might to turn the public eye against a single being, and beat their soul into the ground and dim the light in their eyes.
being a gentleman, ras values order, kindness, and obedience. his dark side is almost never revealed to others; and if it is seen, the witness is soon... removed from the premises. don't find him too unpleasant, though; aside from his way of discipline, ras is a very pleasant stallion to be around, his mind smart and heart kind. a true gentleman, he can be considered, that cheerful grin always lighting up the room along with his sparkling eyes,
just don't get on his bad side.
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least favourite smell; how easily a bad day can change with one glance at nature; just catching the faintest cool breeze on a perfect day, standing tall and proud at the top of a hill, gazing at the lush, green grass below dotted with various wildflowers. flanking you on either side are trees, pine, or oak, or birch, whatever your mind creates, and above you is a slowly fading sun, waiting to share the sky with the moon, leaving a trail of blues and oranges and reds and purples in its wake and giving way to little stars that dot the darkening sky.
indeed, ras loves nothing more than to close his eyes and feel the wind ruffle his fur and throw his mane and tail into the air; to fill his lungs with the sweet scent he has grown up with.
but what's that? he's caught the whiff of something that doesn't appeal to his nostrils; perhaps burning, or an unhygienic creature nearby? to the stallion's horror, he spins on his haunches, only to be faced with a lake of asphalt marred with monstrous beasts that tower over him and spit their complaints straight into his ears. the smell is nearly overwhelming, now; gas and metal and scorched rubber, winding up his nose and seemingly into his very brain.
ras quickly turns to run; finding refuge far away, his young body shaking with the horrid memory. although now he is much older, and his first encounter of a road in his past, the recollection of those few moments frozen in horror and the terrible scents are enough to make even a gentleman like him grimace and cringe.
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one extra;
quite the gentleman [while I attempt to art]