Gender: Stallion baby!
Currently: Wandering, lost
Mother: She died
Father: Somewhere out there
Breed: Imma mutt!
Pelt: Orange, with splattered cream and brown
Personality: Crazy, Unfocused, Random, Moody, Goofy, Wild, Sometimes Humorous
My pa was a wild man. I remember being just a young colt and often hearing him yell at my mother or screaming for no apparent reason. He had such a hot temper, but boy was he a looker. Probaly one of the reasons my ma fell for him. He yelled me me often, scolded me for the tiniest things. But despite that, I knew he loved me. I hope someday to meet him again.
I miss my ma so much. She was truely something you don't find everyday. She had a crazy sense of humor blended with a certain compassion that could make you melt. She somehow was able to put up with my father's temper and never seemed to mind. Though she was rather simple in appearnce, her personality was immense. It was just impossible to hate her. She died saving my life, I will never forget her.
I entered this world on a warm summer day, the voice of my mother calling to me. She was the first thing I saw as I opened my little blue eyes, exactly copies of her own. She licked me clean, holding me close with the love and care only a mother would have.
Get up little one," she cooed softly, pulling herself onto all fours. "Your father is anxiously waiting to meet you." It took some time, but within ten minutes or so I had stumbled to my feet. Ancient trees rose up around me, a meadow stretching out beyond their greatness. My home.
My father was standing just over the meadow, watching me as I hobbled forward to see him. A warm smile slid over his face and he hurried over to greet me.
Hello there, my son," he said, bending his head down to mine and nuzzling me gently. "Welcome to the world, Erulynn!"
Those were my most peaceful memories. You see, my father had always been one to jump to conclusions or get angry, and usually he took it out on my mother. So, I spent most of my days avoiding what arguments I could by going off to explore. It was stressful that my pa always behaved so nasty, but I figured if I let them alone, things would cool down. Every night before sunset I would rush back to the safety of my mama, my dad usually off somewhere else.
Well, one day it got to a point wher eI simply couldn't handle it. I was about 3 years old, nearly full grown. My dad had gotten started about how my mother was simply to hyperactive when she should be more serious, and how she was rubbing off on me and I would never be a strong stallion because of it. Honostly, I could never take anything seriously and I had obtained my mother's sense of humor, and I liked how I was, but obviously it displeased my dad.
Well, I blew. I guess my father's temper was in me as well. I started screaming at the both of them, accusing them of everything I could think of. It was really unnessacary of me, but I was uncontrolable. I reared up, digging out the dirt from beneath my hooves. I hit my father on one of his ribs, and that immediatly ticked him off even more. He growled and reared up, ears flat against his head. I realized I would be no match for him, for he was uncontrolable when enraged.
I turned and began to run. And he chased me. My mother simply stood still, stunned more so, tears strolling down her face. I ran into the forest, not looking back to see if he was still following. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I ran forward right into an old swamp, falling over as the sticky much latched onto my legs. I was stuck, and sinking.
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