Kable

[canine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1010.photobucket.com/albums/af224/AnteaterJade/kablemid.png] NAME Kable AGE 6 years GENDER Male BREED Friesian x Clydesdale COLOR Black EYE COLOR Fallow HEIGHT 16.3hh SCARS Multiple, most notable are along his shoulders and face. ALLIANCE Light HERD Illaessa Cove MATE None FOALS None SIRE long forgotten DAM among the deceased SIBLINGS None RELATIVES None P E R S O N A L I T Y blunt . vicious . quiet . empathetic . violent . trustworthy H I S T O R Y Kable was born in a world of stereotypical light and dark divides. His herd was the idealistic icon of what a light herd should be – patient, compassionate, gentle and all around caring for everyone they knew. From the moment he took his first breath he was something of a black sheep. His father had been a passing preacher, a stallion of religious faith. He had been a strange man from what he was told later on in life. His mother, however, was a beauty dressed in black. She was a careful soul who took to raising her son and teaching him the gentle nature of things. He hated it. Often curling his nose at the ideals his herd held close, he'd try to distance himself away from the rest of the horses. He was a few months old, however, when he met a foal just a few weeks older then he was. Another young colt but also someone who didn't try to push his ideas upon a younger Kable. The two became fast friends and at some point they were almost inseparable. The pair were like brothers and for a time both of their mothers left them alone. A year and a half had passed before they knew it and the two had both reached their second year. It was at this time that Kable's estranged father chose to make another appearance. From the moment the two met they clashed heads. It was during a particular bad fight that he finally had enough and stormed off. Leaving the safety of the herd lands, Kable happened across a place he had been completely unaware of. While the dark alliance was not something he was obscured to, he was warned of a particularly barbaric herd of darks. He had unknowingly stumbled right into their herd lands. At first he was at a loss, but as he neared the herd itself he became intrigued. He watched them fight over mediocre things and spend every ounce of their spare time sparring with one another. This moment of interest caused him to foolishly seek out the lead stallion. It was only a matter of a short spar with another horse that gained him his acceptance. For months Kable resided with this band of horses. His life turned to one of violence and cruel laughter. He enjoyed the torment they caused until his new herd edged in closer to his old. War was upon the two alliances and for the first time since he joined Kable felt himself hesitate. With a few words of encouragement from the lead, however, he was back on his feet. Over time he began to see faces he recognized being taken prisoner. Often trying to steel his heart and tell himself that it wasn't anyone he really knew, it wasn't until his childhood friend was paraded about – half-alive – like some kind of trophy that he snapped. Violently turning on the leader he managed to survive a rather brutal fight with a much larger stallion. Injured severely he was granted permission to take his near-dead friend and leave. However despite Kable's multiple attempts to keep his childhood brother alive, he was unsuccessful. As the other stallion was on his deathbed they made a promise – that he would return to light alliance and find it somewhere in his heart to remain loyal. Grudgingly he accepted this promise before fleeing his homeland as a whole.