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Name: The Preacher
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Clydesdale x ?
Age: 4
Color: White and Dark brown
Height: 17.2 hh
Eyes: Brown
Mane/Tail: White
Markings: None
Class:: Light
Personality: Preacher isn't what you would call a typical light, though he has all the poise of one. He's actually a bit like his sister, head strong, confident, and stubborn to a fault. Despite this, he's learned how to turn it to his will to come across as charming instead of a big headed bigot. He, also has the ability to hope for the best for what seems like an infinite amount of time. Another way to describe him is as a big brother. He loves his little sister, and will do anything required of him to protect her, even if it means he will suffer for this choice.

Although he does have a rather charming demeanor, he does have the tendency to snap at most horses, regardless of gender or age, when they approach him if he's lost in his own thoughts, or if he's just plain out in a foul mood. Like his alliance dictates though, he will apologize and mean it to his very soul. Though if you are the one to push him into the foul mood, it would be wise to scram, or to at least try to atone for doing so, considering he may be a gentle horse normally, he actually can be an unpleasant guy towards those. Preacher has, like most of his family, the ability to say what would hurt most, and feel no remorse about it. He's often reluctant to strike another horse, out of anger or irritation, but if the situation calls for it, he will do so, and do it with remorse, and yet with satisfaction.

As we have learned, he is a kind and gentle soul, but with a hell of a hard edge when it comes to some things. When he's alone, however, Preacher has the tendency to dwell in the past, and often it draws him into a sort of, depression, I suppose. It's not hard to break him out of it, but it will return. Again, and again, and again. It's actually reached the point to where the guilts of what he has done in the past, seem to scream at him from their resting places in his memories. This often can lead to him calling, screaming, yelling, and even sobbing out to what appears to be no one. It's something that doesn't happen as much as it used to, but it doesn't mean Preacher won't do it again.

History: When Preacher was born, his mother was still a happy, young mare, with just him to look after, and plenty of friends to talk to while their foals played in the long grass between the red wood trees in which they dwelled. His first year of life was marred by a half sibling of his by the name of Nox. The colt was younger than him by a month and a half, his breed was of an Arabian, and his coat was inky black with all four legs marred in white. In everything Preacher did, Nox was there to compete with him. It started innocently, their mother's awing over them when they were younger. As they grew the competitions grew with them, getting worse and worse, more and more dangerous. When they were two, a simple game, a stupid, stupid game, it went wrong. The Preacher and Nox were simply trying to see who could jump the farthest. It was all well and good, each one matching the other stride for stride, jump for jump. It was that afternoon, and both colts were surprisingly in good humor with each other. The river marking the boundary between their herd and a neighboring dark herd dwelled there, rushing, power pulsing the air with the strength of the current. It was forever known as blood river, after that day.

A young filly, gold as sunshine, had been playing with her friends near the river, laughing and playing, high pitched shrieks bouncing off the land. They were unaware that two colts watched them. It was Nix who suggested it. The bastard. They weren't going to hurt the foals, just scare them. The first to make them run for their mommies won. He foolishly agreed. In the end, they made them scream. They made them run. They made that pretty little palomino filly bleed. It's a nasty story, and it won't be gone into here, but in the end, the little filly was swept away by the river, screaming for her parents. The loud calls had alerted the parents, surely, so the two, Nox and The Preacher, ran for home, fearful, and mentally swearing to forget that day.

The herd leader, the spitting image of the little filly, came forward to speak with their father. He said to hand over the ones who had caused his daughter's death and assaulted the other foals. He wanted his revenge on them. His father refused. In the end, it took four months for the attack to happen. His father fell last, screaming at his son to get his pregnant mother out of there. Preacher saw Nox die. Saw his friends die. Saw his father die. He can still smell the blood and hear the echoing screams in his ears. He urged his mother to leave her beloved home and mate. He would not let them take his little sibling's life before they were born.

They ran, dodging those following them for many months more, it turned to a blur, honestly. His mother was never right after that. She would often stand and just stare, or mutter under her breath to no one. When his little sister, Knockturn was born, he knew that she would be in danger from the moment that she was born. Even from her own mother. She didn't resemble her mother or her sire, following her grand-sire's color pattern of bay. At first, he planned to end her life, after all, there was no way out of the noose they were caught in. It would be a mercy killing. Though, as she grew, his affection and love for her grew, and he knew he could not let her be dragged down with their dam. Not ever. That's why he did what he did. He had to. Preacher didn't kill her directly. It wasn't his fault, that the plant that she ate, caused delusions, and a impaired thought process. It also wasn't his fault that it was pouring so hard that the cliff along the coast they were walking along wasn't seen. It wasn't Preacher's fault that she plunged to her death.

After that, he took his sister and ran. Keeping her close, keeping her away from others that they ran across. He kept them running, trying to get to safety. It took him several months to get them to a 'safe' place. He did it though. It cost him his family, friends, and home to do it, but he did it. Now they live together, just each other, trying to find a place that will have them. They are all they have left, honestly.

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