Entered in 's contest: [link]

I worked on this for hours, and I still think something's missing. But, then again, I like its simplicity. No texture. = D

STEAL THIS AND I WILL RIP YOUR EYES OUT WHILE I STAB YOU WITH A SHARPENED SPORK UNTIL YOU DIE! ...capeesh?

Full view or no magical powers!

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Name: ---
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years(can be changed)
History:
No one went near him. The stories, the rumors, the truth, they floated around like demons, dashing all hopes of having friends. The rumors said that he was not the true son of his 'mother'. He was from the outside, and had the blood of the herd's worst enemy. Long ago, their enemies had attacked the herd in the dead of night, trying to kill the lead and steal the mares and the terr. These rivals were bloodthirsty and merciless, a dark cruel band. The rivals attempted to murder the heirs and the leads, but the only one who survived was the mother. Desperate, she searched for a young one that she could adopt.

In the midst of the blood-stained terr, a colt laid, injured and unmoving. At first, the mare thought he was dead, but as she got closer she saw the faint heaving of his sides. She knew his source, but knew that all the other colts were killed, and this was their last hope. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer, not with a broken leg, a wounded neck and a broken heart. The queen called all of the remaining herd members around her.

Quickly, she named the colt as the heir. The colts that were yet to be born would have to compete over the throne, but he was the first choice. Her words grew weak, and she whispered a few last words, but no one could hear them. With that, the color faded from her eyes, and she fell still.

The herd grieved for their losses, and did their best to nurse the innocent little colt back to health. He grew into something that they all knew was not of their kind. They knew that he was of the other herd, the one that had caused all this. No one talked to him, and they always cast angry and threatening glances at him. He had heard the rumors about his past, but he didn't remember any of it.

Feeling rejected, he ran away, far away from everyone. He never looked back, and knew that the other young stallions that he left behind would go on to lead. He didn't care. He didn't care about any of them. He swam away, across a sea. Why? So there was no chance of coming back. No one could come and get him, kill him, or take him back. He was finally free.

The stallion stayed on the beach, often looking back at the land in the distance. Does he regret it? He didn't know. But, he was free of them all now. He could start a new life.

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credits on pic. ^^