I Hear the .WINDS.

[xx SPARROW]

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The Mind's Master-The Wind's Bridegroom

N A M E ::

xx Sparrow

A G E ::

.Seven Autumns.

B R E E D ::

Lusitano xXx Draft xXx Hanoverian
[Spanish descent in simple terms]

C O L O R ::

.Palomino-With Vanilla locks and tassels.
His tail is long and nearly hairless-like a large cat's There is no hair at the base but half way down the vanilla tassels fall from it another mane in a thin curtain.

H E I G H T ::

.17 hh.

G E N D E R ::

-Beast-

D E F O R M I T Y ::

E X T E R N A L ::
-H O R N :: Sparrow does indeed have a horn a top his crown-yet it is not straight and true like all the others, but instead is curved upwards into a razor sharp point. This sort of horn usually used for fighting comes from his past and so he carries it nobly and regally with a threat of danger.

-W I N G S :: Oh yes, this might brute has the wings of a hawk. They are vanilla and light in color like his locks and tassels. Their feathers though are long and sharp in the ends like that of a an eagle. They are large and therefore cumbersome and heavy-causing the beast to sometimes curse their existence, but they are his and he takes pride in them-using them as extra limbs. [[ As the golden brute grows old he shall loose his ability to fly with this wings. Sad yes, but it shall be an interesting plot. ]]

-S C A R S :: Many scars lie hidden under the golden beast's coat but they are all old and nearly invisible. Yet the injuries of long ago may one day come back to haunt him.

I N T E R N A L ::

-L I M P :: Yes this dear old brute has a rather annoying limp. It comes from his right fore leg. Most days it barely shows and the brute can run and what all-but as he grows old and especially on those rainy or cloudy days the limp becomes all too obvious. It came from a battle long ago-a rather nasty one indeed.

W I N D ::

~Northeast~

P O W E R ::

The golden creature does play with the wind. His power over it is meager at best as it just became apparent when he reached adulthood. At the moment he can only spin the air directly about him and not very powerfully. All it is good for at the moment is humor, and occasionally a boost in speed. As the golden gets old though this skill shall become more powerful. He shall be able to push winds and spin them. They will not be able to lift or move a horse or mountains or anything ridiculous but shall certainly be able to give a creature a good scare.

H I S T O R Y ::

Sparrow was born far from here, in a land near the sea. His wings came from his mother and his horn from his father. The herd he grew up in was a harsh one. His father was a master of his mares, and chose which one would be his lover not based on passion but genetics and who would give him the desired horned pegasus. It's not a pretty truth, and it was also not a secret. Sparrow was one of the lucky children-on one hand. He and his mother were taken into a higher level in the herd because of the deformities. This provided them better food and lifestyle but on the other hand, they were never left alone by the leader-whom had Sparrow's mother bore him seven other foals. All of them horned and winged-much the old sire's pride.

Sparrow being the first was always the most prized. He was taught one on one by his father on fighting, leadership, and courage-for in the end the old male had good intentions, just not wonderful was of getting there. The little palomino colt threw himself into his father's teachings. He learned to track with mastery, and to read a horse like an open book. It all pleased his father and so pleased him. When he reached two he was sparring with other colts. They were average battles, and the colt received scars to prove it but his determination proved well enough in the end to turn the ratio to his favor. When he was three his father released him to teach Sparrow's own brothers. He did well in this for he was wise enough to not push to hard or to push in the right places. His brothers became well matched sparring partners and they all had equal standings...all except one.

Sparrow's third brother with name Alexander, was not at all pleased with being his older brother's pupil. Often times he was cited by his father for rudeness and over aggression against his teacher. The colt was only one when he finally walked out on his older brother's class. Sparrow's temper was found to be hot and unmerciful during the falling out-which made Alexander burn even more. The rebelling colt paced during the night as his mother pleaded with him to be calm. The colt lied to her and left her-telling her nothing would come of it. He slipped into the woods that night searching for his brother's gold coat-using the own tracking skills he had been taught by him. Sparrow was sleeping as he usually did in the sea oaks near the beach. His larger white wings hanging low in rest. Alexander took the advantage and attacked in his rage.

Sparrow was left with his permanent limp. The herd's healer did what he could but the stubborn palo fought assistance. The horse's young horn was still malleable and because of such was curved in the fight-a permanent bend. The brother's father was outraged at the insubordination and called for blood which made Sparrow's poor mother grow pale. Alexander had flown off in the night and was not heard of, but the other brother were on the hunt for him. It took the golden beast weeks to recover, his wings had been shredded, his body bruised and his right leg-mangled. Inside though he was changed. When he was well he told his father he was leaving and said nothing more. He became quiet and reserved, and trusted no one. Not even the herd's healer who insisted the his right leg must be treated everyday or it would become permanent. The beast wouldn't listen. Most thought it anger and rage but in truth it was the opposite.

The golden horse left not long after. His limp was bettered by the exercise but was still lingering. The palo bettered himself in all he was and did. He became able to track like a blood hound using simple clues other horses simply overlooked. His earthen brown eyes could detect a lie in a second and could play mind games like no one else. He became cunning and witty-wise and powerful. True his limp kept him from battle but his wings became the envy of many. His rage was rarely seem and so not most know it but be warned it is there. This time of travel is also when he learned of his ability to play with the wind. It amused him very much indeed on those lonely nights. He stayed away from horses mostly though-keeping his distance. And this is sometimes not well advised and does damage his reputation but in others it makes him mystical and this way he could focus on bettering his own skills. He instead preferred to watch from afar and figure the creatures out like puzzles. And so after three years of moving through lands he finally comes here. He was identified as a follower of the northeastern wind and he learned the lands quickly because of his sharp mind. It is because of his mind that he is able to travel up the ranks of the northeastern wind and hopes to be its ruler.



[[ C O M P L E T E ]]
[[..If this is "too much" please do let me know darling. If there is anything you'd like me to change-please do let me know. I know not what I am doing (lol) so do not hesitate..]]

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