Gender: Male.
Coat: Brown, with dark points and white spots. Also a lot of scars.
Username: Snivy
Name: Darragh (means 'oak' in Gaelic)
Age: 14
History: Darragh was just born when he was taken by a rival winnow. He grew into a rather weak foal, and was abused from the moment he could properly walk. The others didn't seem to care if he was starved and scared. They would just keep abusing him. He didn't know why, but he knew that this wasn't his real family. He just wished they'd come back for him. He wished and wished, but nothing happened. So, one day, after a particularly nasty beating, he decided he would train. Long and hard, so he could resist their cruelty more. He got braver as he trained as well. He would throw insults at his tormentors under his breath, but those eventually got louder and louder until it was almost like he was begging for more, yelling obscenities at the torturous winnow(s?). Finally they beat him so hard it was a miracle he survived, which his captors oversaw. They took him out to the stream to rot, where he woke up several hours later. He smiled as he got up and quietly limped away, too weak to run. He followed a path that had his family's scent on it (he knew because it was similar to his) and came to their territory. He walked right up to his mother and whispered, "Why didn't you come back for me?" He then walked away before she could answer. Darragh now lives alone, in a secluded, quiet spot in the woods, far away from the winnow who tortured him and those who didn't care to bring him back.
Answer: War Horse.






