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[S.t.a.t.i.c]

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I often Ignore You Calling Tox
Opposites Attract So I Guess That Makes Me male
Blood Running Through My Veins: Thoroughbred Mutt
I‘ve Walked This World: eight to long
My Coats Shines A Fascinating Shade: Grey
Sure I‘m Short: 15 hands
As I Stare Through The Eyes Of: Brown
Those Long Annoying Hairs Whites, Grays
With My Unusual Identification Charms White Blaze and dappling
I Hold My Alliance With Neutrals

Personality:
Tox isn’t a very complicated being to explain. His personality is a textbook favorite, for he is the stereotypical “you don’t bug me, I won’t bug you.”
Placid is the first word that comes to mind when first meeting this stallion. He is a very calm tempered being and it takes a lot of poking around to get him to stir up his flashy anger and expose you all to his wrath. His rarely shown temper is quite the show to whiteness for anyone and anything is subject able to be caught in the aim of his hoof.

When in his most shown temperament of being a almost docile stallion, he primarily is in company with a few other beings, for the fact being he hates being alone. Socialization is a key factor to this drake’s overall well being for he strives on contact with others. He isn’t an over bearing chatter bug though, more along the lines of easy conversations to friends and mild greetings to strangers.

A side also shown regularly is for Tox to be spotted bounding over the ground like a young colt. He is fairly playful and often is easily convinced into a round of tag without a second thought on whether it is proper for a horse his age to be acting that way.

Through and through this good natured fact, the question is, Is it an act?
History:
Life has held no great importance or breath taking events other than the appearance of one stallion eight years ago. His birth was welcomed in by his parents for long they hoped for a child to carry on their blood heritage, even if it was of nothing spectacular. A ashen colt with legs to long for his body, blessed their lives with his bubbly, childish ways. He was always pulling harmless jokes or saying things unintentionally that gained much laughter from friends of the family.

Years have come, years have gone and so have the spirits of those known and loved by the much older Tox, the once leggy colt now grown into his legs as a charming stallion. His jovial nature has not parted entirely but lingers in a mature sense from grief and sorrow he has over come. The passing of his father struck hard on his sanity, driving him to play masquerade with the world, while trying to sort out how he was to deal with the loss without causing everybody else worry. A sort of ’emotional mask’ was brought into the picture as support to this fragile being. After time, he learned to cope with the death, but the memory of the emptiness still plays deep in his mind, like a time bomb waiting to break the his mask.

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