When::the::[Broken]:fix::the::Broken =Wolf's Bane=

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Picture: Should have one soon.
Name: Wolf's Bane
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Kiger Mustang x American Paint Horse
Age: 7
Color: Dun paint
Height: 16.0
Eyes: Brown
Mane/Tail: Mane: Black Tail: Starts off white before transferring over to black about halfway down his tail.
Markings: Two white socks, stockings, zebra markings and a dorsal stripe.
Class:: Neutral
Personality:Wolf's Bane, at first glance, can be mistaken for one of the lighter alliance, just due to the fact that he would rather make conversation than rip your throat out and watch you bleed to death on the ground. No, he would not do that, because of a few reasons. The first one is that it would just as a general rule, make a mess, and two, the equine being slaughtered may just in fact know a thing or two that are crucial to his survival. No, in his mind, it's easier to find out what he wants first, before he rids himself of them. Just because one is not a raving lunatic, does not mean that you have to act like one. As his grandfather impressed upon him, it's easier to lure prey in if you let them think you're harmless to them. They always seemed so surprised when you turn on them.

So, taking what we know of him by now, we know that Bane is a rational thinker, and rather enjoys a good conversation. What you need to know as well is that despite his rather peaceful exterior, and his like of conversation, the very act of being around another equine for to long makes his teeth itch. Bless him, he tries so hard to keep his cool and make nice with others, but it's just so much easier to let his temper take over. When this withdrawn equine is in another's presence for more than a few days, well, it gets to the point where everything is said in sarcasm, anger, irritation, and just anything to be offensive. He has turned on other horses with his heels and teeth at several points in his life. If that is mere irritation, pure anger, which can be kept in check for the most part, is disturbing. If you do piss him off, his grandfather shines through in bright flashy colors. The first sign you've ticked him off is that he laughs, long and loud, on and on. The next sign is that he'll progressively try to get physically closer to you, either getting into striking range, or to get you to turn your back on him, or make you move. I don't suggest you run. Bane isn't what you wold call fast, but he does know how to cut corners to get where he wants to be. He'll chase you too. At his leisure, until he tires out, or until you tire out. Even then, just because he slows his pace, doesn't mean he's not coming after you. He's very single minded.

So, taking what we've discovered by now, he is a very temperamental fellow, with the ability to be rather rational now and then. It's hard to imagine him as a neutral instead of a dark, but he is. Bane honestly can see no point in plain brutality for no reason. True, he was raised in a dark herd, but it was a personal choice to switch to neutral. This cranky stallion can be a happy fellow occasionally, talkative, tolerant of others, but it doesn't happen very often, mind you. Just be warned, since he was a foal, he has had a phobia of the dark, strong enough that the mere darkness of a moonless night will cause him to break out into a sweat and make his heart race. Bane is also panicky and violent because of it in the dark, more likely to take a hunk out of you then listen to you talk. It's his way of showing fear, I suppose.

Wolf's Bane does have the ability to become sad and depressed, and you'll know it. Starring vacantly at nothing, is one sign. Another sign is that he'll allow another to approach him and try to speak to him, and Bane being one not big on touching, will allow touching, if they want. Then again, you may not even get a disinterested response from him if you do. He's not one to wear his heart out for everyone to see, but he's not one to try and make believe that he's invulnerable.


History:Bane was born to his mother, and his mother alone, while she was still at the tender age of four. Despite what it seems at first glance, Bane's mother was not raped and left to deal with the brat that resulted to the horrible experience. No, that was definitely not the case. His mother had fallen in love with a neighboring herd's lead stallion, and was sure that her father would respect her love for this stallion and allow her to join him. There were two things wrong with this assumption. First of all, her father was not an understanding stallion by nature and held little love for the neighboring herd. Second of all, the Beau of the little filly, was oblivious to her plan. Hell, he was oblivious to her, period. The smart little filly that she was, managed to slip away from her dearest daddy's watch, in order to introduce herself to the lead stallion. It rather surprised her that he wanted nothing to do with her, and escorted her back home personally. The poor filly was crushed and devastated by the rejection. Her father merely scorned her, and threatened disonwership from the family if she pursued him again. The filly that became Bane's mother listened to her sire for once on the issue. Still, the stallion was not the first of his kind, that is, to be approached by the filly.

It was later that year, and far too young to be having a foal, both physically and mentally, when she met his father. His name is forgotten, but he wooed his mother, convinced her that he was indeed a gentleman in which she should associate herself. The foolish little mare agreed. Their ' love' was consummated that night, and he was gone by noon the next day. When Bane's grandfather found out of his daughter's pregnancy, he clearly told her the rules. She could stay until she foaled, but then, she was to be banished. Period. She would leave her child with her parents. She agreed to this with a cool air about her, and so life passed for the next few months or so. When he was born, I suppose you could say she fell in love with him. He was a spitting image of his daddy. True to his word though, her sire told her to leave, and leave her son. She said no. He was very young, but Wolf's Bane can remember the feeling of her blood splattering on his face, and watching what was left of her head drop to the ground. His grandmother groomed him thoroughly, but to this day, he swears he can still feel the blood drying on his body.

He quickly learned that you did not tell his grandfather no, for any reason. The scars on his rump and shoulders are a testament to his younger years when the word spoken in defiance angered the old stallion. Despite this, he grew almost happily, under the tender care of his grandmother, and other herd mares. It could be said that he was often teased for being an orphan, or that he was shunned because of it, but it really doesn't matter. When he began playing with his charisma, his grandfather took him under a firm hand, and began teaching him. It was rough, and some might have called it cruel, but it would be a lie to say that Bane did not learn anything from his grandfather. It was, all in all a very enlightening two years passed in something akin to bliss.

When Bane began to show off for the fillies, well, needless to say none of the adults were impressed or amused by this. After all, who would want a orphan foal of the herd w.hore messing around with their daughters? Not many, that is for certain. Now, on the matter of the bullying and teasing the young horse went through, that is an interesting story. You see, the colts, all four, not including Bane, were quite close with him as far as friendships go, but there are limits that are set before hand about some things. As they aged to wards adulthood, tempers rose and words exchanged on a rather normal day. A fight arose between the five colts, and Wolf's Bane fought bravely. However, he was eventually knocked off his feet. By time his grandfather arrived on the scene, he was bleeding profusely, and nearing unconsciousness. His grandfather, enraged at the colts, drove them out, then and there, being only six months away from their third birthday anyways. Bane eventually healed, the marks of the colt's hooves and teeth still litter his body, marring him forever imperfect.

By time he was well enough to move about without opening the wounds, he was almost three. His grandfather took him aside, polite for him, and told him to leave. He didn't care where he went, just as long as he left. He'd raised his daughter's bastard child, and now his job was done. He wished him luck and left the young colt standing there, stunned. It is always a nasty shock when you're told to leave home for the first time and not return there. With a nasty little show of temper, his parting words were a mere one. Fine. With that, he turned his back on his only other family, and began his own adventure, bitter and hurt by the suddenness of it all. It took awhile, but he recovered, and he learned how to take care of himself as all young things will.

As he traveled, he learned, made what most would call friends, but he called future allies. He ran across a few horses that he traveled with for a few years, until he was five, towards the end of his third year. It was nice to have such alliances, but eventually, it came to an end, when the filly of their little band found a permanent home, Kukka her name was, left he and the other stallion there. She, being the only thing holding the two stallions there gone, the two left one another and began the journey again.

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