Owner: Mysty Fox
Name: Rippling Wrath (Ripple or Wrath for short)
Gender: Stallion
Height: 8' 2"
History:.:Birth:.It was a dark and dreary day, rains pelting the lands in heavy torrents, slicing through everything with a particular viciousness. Thunder roared and grumbled, just as angry as the rain, the sound rolling over the land, making the very earth quake. But lightning was not seen. Because for that moment, the Tempestines all gathered around one lone mare, and they waited. Her labor had been long, too long, and she was nearing the end of her strength, the foal she was trying to bear would not pass. Screaming, the mare keened, begging for mercy, pleading for her foal's unstarted life, and her own.
Her stallion lingered near, hovering, anxious and fighting to keep his temper. He stamped his hooves and thrashed his tail, and nuzzled his love gently. His heart breaking to watch the delicate female fight, but not wanting her to give up. It was as they all watched, the mare slowly began to give up, she let her head fall to the ground, her sides heaving.
Her stallion could bear it no longer, and he laid down beside her, holding her as much as he could, comforting her. It was then every Tempestine knew, if the mare died, along with her unborn foal, the stallion too would be lost. Hearts breaking, they all drifted away, leaving the two alone, perhaps in her final moments.
The mare looked up into her stallion's eyes, both of their hearts breaking, wishing for another ending than this, when somehow their deepest desire was granted. The foal moved into a position where the mare could bring him into this world. And she did. It was as their colt hit the ground, lightning flashed, crackling across the skies, brighter and stronger than anyone on earth had ever witnessed. The little colt took after both parents, the soft, striking white of his mother, and the deep, rich midnight black of his father.
He stumbled to his hooves, clumsy and weak, but growing stronger. Within moments of birth he stumbled over to his mother, and fed for the first time. Both the mare and the colt would make it. And the stallion burst into an euphoric scream, calling the others back. And soon the heavens were alit with lightning and thunder as the Tempestines celebrated the birth of the striking colt, his spotted coat awe-inducing, his azure eyes bright with untamed freedom.
.:Teen Years:.Racing through the clouds hell-bent on nothing more than a wild game of chase, the two equines danced and leaped. They were poetry in motion, at least until the young male stumbled. His large hoof caught in a hole in the clouds they lived in, and he flew, tumbling head over hovves, to finally land with a soft, whump!
His fellow tempestine came to a laughing halt beside him. She nickered gaily at his ruffled appearance, and wide eyes. Not so pleased, he stood, tail swishing ever so slightly, his ears pulled back. She stopped her laughter, and nuzzled him, trying to make him feel better, but his ego had been bruised.
He snapped and nipped at the mare, who in turn whinnied angrily, and left with her head held high, tail smacking him in the face. Once alone the colt sighed and dropped to his knees. He was an idiot. It was as he lay there on the turbulent clouds he saw the flash, and the clouds parted enough for him to see the world below.
He was struck dumb, who'd known there was a whole other world besides the clouds?! Of course the eager curiousity in his chest begged him to go down and explore, but even if he did manage to get down there, how would he get back? He shook his head, and stood. He'd go find his friend, apologize profusely and see if the wily female had any ideas...
.:Adulthood:.He has only recently entered adulthood, and hasn't had any adventures to write of yet.
