name: Denali gender: stallion breed: Mustang height: 18 hh color: dun, white strip like markings along body. eye color: amber personality: courageous, willing, brave, understanding, and forever faithful. even though he's rather young, his wisdom and understanding make him seem much older than he actually is. history: Denali was born in a wild group of other horses near the Rocky Mountains. His mother was a dedicated yet stern lead mare, his father once a triumphant leader of another herd that fell apart because of a rival stallion. In his younger years, he was constantly getting pushed around by the herd - all he yearned for was to become someone, but having such important parents Denali wasn't able to let his light shine through. He was the runt of the liter per say.
One unexpected day, a massive thunderstorm swept across the mountainsides. The wind, lighting, hail, and rain separated him from his herd. The hail pounding the ground alone overturned the noise of his scattered hoof beats attempting to locate the other horses. Knotted tree branches and other debris grasped at his innocent soul. Today, the white markings represent the dash to escape the storm. The markings start from the outside of his body, and trail inward, reaching for his vitals and life, showing how close he was to death. (back to story.) With no will left, Denali was now broken. Tears of agony made their way down their face, taking their time in respect to Denali's loss. He wondered what had become of his loved ones, but winced at the thoughts that drew in his mind. He looked around, and saw a colorless, heartless life ahead of him. What would he become? Always an underdog in the family, he didn't know what to do. As hours that seemed like years moved on, the enormous storm slowly crept across the mountainsides leaving it's never ending relentless disaster to what had remained. Lost, longing, and dreary, he decided to bed down under a nearby cluster of trees silently wishing it was all a dream.
***to be edited, needs some work!***Dusk arose the next morning. He didn't know what to think. Yes, he had survived, but he had lost everything but his heart. Thirsty, Denali wondered to a nearby brook. Before drinking, he gazed into the water. His reflection stood solitude. His intelligent eyes searched for something, anything, but then finally stopped, too tired do so anymore. Denali took a long deep intake of the icy blue water. It infiltrated his system, leaving him even more confused of what he had/will become. Suddenly, he sensed a mysterious movement. What was that?! The feeling of being watched haunted him. Without moving, his eyes glassed the brook, until halting upon a reflection yet again. However, this reflection wasn't the tired and dreary self he had once just seen. It was curious, and full of life. Moreover, it was beautiful . Without notice, racing flashbacks of his family infiltrated his mind. The storm, the lost feeling, the desolation he now felt. He didn't want this. No. He couldn't loose something again. With immense power, he barreled over the brook, and stormed for dense forest. The *insert adjective here* mare dashed after him, easily catching up. Her power was astonishing. Like a king giving up his throne, he knew he stood no chance and stood beneath a large boulder. The mare edged near, her curious yet scared eyes watching Denali. He glanced up meeting her eyes, originally planning on telling her to go away, instantly knew she had also lost everything. They both were left without words. Finally, they shared their past experiences, and have been close since. They share a close friendship, and nothing more, but.... *uhhh i don't know it's getting late and i'll fill this in later*!! ; A ;