Lysander

[Khar ♣]

[atrb=width,589,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=24282f] T H E - C A L L I N G Lysander De Vreis Ly, Lysander A S - T H E - Y E A R S - G O - B Y 6 years B E N E A T H - T H E - S U R F A C E Male T H E - B L O O D - H E - B L E E D S Friesian & Andalusian T O - T H E - T O P - O F - T H E - T O W E R 17.1hh D E C O R A T E D - I N Gray (born Bay) B U T - B E N E A T H - L A Y - T H E S E - S C A R S Numerous scars, the biggest one being on the right side of his neck. T H E - V I R T U E S - P O S S E S S E D Ee/Gg s i r e: Valgarde d a m: Nysine g r a n d s i r e s: Yarraman, Unknown g r a n d d a m s: Unknown, Unknown h e r d: Cheydinhal Vale p o s i t i o n: Neutral Alpha m e t: Aysel, Anahi, Myriad, Denali Adair, Eos Sarai, Aurelia Gray f r i e n d s: l i k e s: l u s t s: l o v e s: u n c e r t a i n: d i s l i k e s: h a t e s: L I K E - T H E - P A G E S - I N - A - H I S T O R Y - B O O K The burden of the past lingered like an infected cut upon the stallions hide, one simple turn making it ache… making it bleed. He could feel it always with him, the weight still upon his back, the worry and torment still saturating his thoughts. It was almost as if he had never left the battlefield behind him, hearing the clattering of sharpened metal against bone… the shouts of rage and pain all around him. The bitter tang of the bit above his tongue, the leather straps digging into his body with each labored movement as he, alongside his brothers and sisters, was forced to charge fearlessly into the fray. Lysander would never admit that it haunted him, that it lingered like a deep gash that itched and stung relentlessly in his wake but especially in his sleep. The not knowing whether or not any of his comrades had made it, if they had weathered both battle and the changing of seasons as he managed. For a time he had been tracing his brother’s labored steps, the older stallion still adorned in armor had survived despite numerous injuries, but when fall gave way to winter the tracks grew cold until they had completely faded in the blanket of white. Nature completely erasing him until there was no choice but to cease the searching. Lysander, not knowing anything besides the uniformity of the cavalry, remained idle for months… lingering in the last place he had seen the indents in the soil. It was there that he had met the forlorn alpha, Terenas, who had unwilling promised refuge to the lone militia. A strange sort of relationship formed between the two stallions primarily built upon the usefulness one had to the other. Lysander was introduced to the concept of freedom, the idea that all choices were his to make… not someone else’s – he was taught that his life was his and his alone. Terenas, on the other hand, took notice of the unique abilities of the soldier… the strategic mindset he bore. It screamed leadership in which he himself lacked. After having been appointed alpha with the passing of Crytann, a position in which he held absolutely no desire, it seemed an easy way out… and without hesitation Terenas took it. This, however, forced Lysander into the awkward position he was presently in. Any sense of decent reputation pulled out from beneath him as rumors began to grow. Rumors that labeled him a usurper. Another few months had passed since Terenas had abandoned his position and Lysander had done nothing to bring to light the truth of his ascension. Allowing the rumors to build until it had become fact amongst those who paid any mind, and he was sure that the three mares that had been part of the alpha’s herd believed in them too. Each night as he stood sentinel upon a large incline on the southern side of the Vale, he watched them as they remained near one another – either oblivious or purposefully ignorant of his presence, refusing to be the ones to shatter the veil and approach him. More coming. "SPEECH"

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