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Description

Name: Calix "Cal"
Breed: Mustang x Ardennes
Age: 5 y/o
Height: 15.1hh
Tracker Link: Calix's Tracker

Origin: Mountains
Preferred Terrain: Forrest

Color: Sooty Bay Roan Pangare
Geno: EE/AA/Rr/StySty/PngPng
Markings: Blaze
Eyes: Brown
Other: Three bite scars; two on left rump and one on left withers

Personality
Old-Fashioned | Chivalrous | Formal | Protective | Patriarchal | Resistant | Dismissive | Controlling

Calix is a product of a very traditional, old-school style sire. He believes in a strong leader of a herd who makes all the decisions and knows the best for the entire herd, and should be supported at every turn. Unlike Calix's father, who grew bitter in his old age, Calix's beliefs of his own capabilities have been tempered by his mother's guidance. Despite his rather dominating views of a stallion's rights over everything else, Calix also believes wholeheartedly in being a protector to those under his watch. He is to be the wall that dangers crash upon, no matter the cost, to keep his herd safe and prosperous.

History

Calix's history is quite unremarkable within his own life growing up. It is the dynamics in his birth herd that has been the most impactful to his maturity. Calix's father, Alder, was an old proud stallion when Calix was born. He had a large herd of many mares all to himself, refusing to allow any other stallion help manage the herd. Alder had protected many of these mares since he was a young bachelor, maintaining long relationships with the mares as they aged. That loyalty transferred to his offspring, who obeyed their mothers under Alder's eye.

Alder only listened to himself. The oldest mares listened to him, and in turn, their daughters obeyed their mothers. Newcomers were always welcome, attracted to the protection a large herd could offer to any one individual. They were only allowed in if they listened to Alder. This system worked for years and years, for a long time before Calix was born. Colts could only stay in the herd until they were old enough to show romantic interest. Those sired by Alder were chased off-- usually a formality, as the mares raised their sons knowing this was the way of the herd. Calix was to be one of those to be chased off. If Alder had taken a liking to the son, he would allow the young bachelor to spar with him. Not a friendly spar, but nothing with real heat to it. The stallion would give the young bachelor a few bruises in trade for experience fighting an old established stallion like himself.

Calix was to spar with his father that coming spring. He wanted to wait until the air stopped frosting the grass at night along the mountains before he went off on his own. One of Calix's many brothers tried to convince Alder to spar with him as a send-off. Alder refused, not seeing the budding stallion as worth his effort. It wasn't meant to disrespect. With each passing year, Alder's sons were less and less likely to impress the aged stallion.

But Alder was getting old. His senses were not as sharp as they used to be, and his frame could not hold onto the same muscle it had in his prime. The son did not take the refusal well. What should have been a ritualistic chase from the herd turned into a fierce fight. Alder won, but not without serious injury. The young bachelor had caught a powerful kick to the chest and wheezed with every breath. Alder tore an ear off the young challenger, almost getting his eye, too. He had a few bites to his hide, yes, but Alder did not suffer like the slighted son.

He had not the heart to chase the injured bachelor away any more than he already had. Behind the herd by half a day limped the brash bachelor, without the protection of the herd. He lagged, wheezed. Coughed and struggled in the warming weather to fight off insects.

Vultures began to follow the herd. The herd was spooked, fearful of the attention. They pleaded for Alder to send the failing son away for good. Alder had foals to protect. They climbed back to the mountains, where the ground turned cold under the moon's watch. Calix wanted to leave-- he was old enough. But his mother, Juniper, insisted he wait until he had a clear path back to the foothills.

Calix was one of many to watch the now sick, injured young stallion trip over the rough terrain and injure his leg. Even the son knew he was doomed. But his mother, a new mother, was distraught. She could not accept that her firstborn would succumb to scavengers. She stayed despite Alder's orders. She staved off the pack of coyotes that had been tracking the injured bachelor for days, until it was her scream, too, that split the mountainside.

Alder went back.

It is what cost him.

The mare fed the predators, and they got a taste of Alder's blood. The injury was not severe, but it was enough to cause the aging stallion to limp.

It became known that Alder's herd was vulnerable. Stallions came to challenge him.

Alder refused to concede to any fight. Refused to flee.

He spent all his energy fighting, and not enough watching his herd.

The moment he flagged in his protection, the herd splintered.

Juniper practically ran herself and her son down the mountain with her daughters, desperate to send off Calix before a more experienced bachelor came to strike her youngest down. Calix promised to find his mother and his sisters a good herd, hating the idea of abandoning them. So he stayed.

  A silent group sneaking through the land for two years without foals.

  Calixwas too worried over his charges to properly approve of a stallion good enough for them. It took his own mother chasing him off to send him off on his own path.

It broke both of their hearts.



Health: 100%

*Stamina: 6
*Speed: 0
*Strength: 4
*Stealth: 0

Band:
Mares: 0
Foals: 0
Stallions: 0

Description

Name: Calix "Cal"
Breed: Mustang x Ardennes
Age: 5 y/o
Height: 15.1hh
Tracker Link: Calix's Tracker

Origin: Mountains
Preferred Terrain: Forrest

Color: Sooty Bay Roan Pangare
Geno: EE/AA/Rr/StySty/PngPng
Markings: Blaze
Eyes: Brown
Other: Three bite scars; two on left rump and one on left withers

Personality
Old-Fashioned | Chivalrous | Formal | Protective | Patriarchal | Resistant | Dismissive | Controlling

Calix is a product of a very traditional, old-school style sire. He believes in a strong leader of a herd who makes all the decisions and knows the best for the entire herd, and should be supported at every turn. Unlike Calix's father, who grew bitter in his old age, Calix's beliefs of his own capabilities have been tempered by his mother's guidance. Despite his rather dominating views of a stallion's rights over everything else, Calix also believes wholeheartedly in being a protector to those under his watch. He is to be the wall that dangers crash upon, no matter the cost, to keep his herd safe and prosperous.

History

Calix's history is quite unremarkable within his own life growing up. It is the dynamics in his birth herd that has been the most impactful to his maturity. Calix's father, Alder, was an old proud stallion when Calix was born. He had a large herd of many mares all to himself, refusing to allow any other stallion help manage the herd. Alder had protected many of these mares since he was a young bachelor, maintaining long relationships with the mares as they aged. That loyalty transferred to his offspring, who obeyed their mothers under Alder's eye.

Alder only listened to himself. The oldest mares listened to him, and in turn, their daughters obeyed their mothers. Newcomers were always welcome, attracted to the protection a large herd could offer to any one individual. They were only allowed in if they listened to Alder. This system worked for years and years, for a long time before Calix was born. Colts could only stay in the herd until they were old enough to show romantic interest. Those sired by Alder were chased off-- usually a formality, as the mares raised their sons knowing this was the way of the herd. Calix was to be one of those to be chased off. If Alder had taken a liking to the son, he would allow the young bachelor to spar with him. Not a friendly spar, but nothing with real heat to it. The stallion would give the young bachelor a few bruises in trade for experience fighting an old established stallion like himself.

Calix was to spar with his father that coming spring. He wanted to wait until the air stopped frosting the grass at night along the mountains before he went off on his own. One of Calix's many brothers tried to convince Alder to spar with him as a send-off. Alder refused, not seeing the budding stallion as worth his effort. It wasn't meant to disrespect. With each passing year, Alder's sons were less and less likely to impress the aged stallion.

But Alder was getting old. His senses were not as sharp as they used to be, and his frame could not hold onto the same muscle it had in his prime. The son did not take the refusal well. What should have been a ritualistic chase from the herd turned into a fierce fight. Alder won, but not without serious injury. The young bachelor had caught a powerful kick to the chest and wheezed with every breath. Alder tore an ear off the young challenger, almost getting his eye, too. He had a few bites to his hide, yes, but Alder did not suffer like the slighted son.

He had not the heart to chase the injured bachelor away any more than he already had. Behind the herd by half a day limped the brash bachelor, without the protection of the herd. He lagged, wheezed. Coughed and struggled in the warming weather to fight off insects.

Vultures began to follow the herd. The herd was spooked, fearful of the attention. They pleaded for Alder to send the failing son away for good. Alder had foals to protect. They climbed back to the mountains, where the ground turned cold under the moon's watch. Calix wanted to leave-- he was old enough. But his mother, Juniper, insisted he wait until he had a clear path back to the foothills.

Calix was one of many to watch the now sick, injured young stallion trip over the rough terrain and injure his leg. Even the son knew he was doomed. But his mother, a new mother, was distraught. She could not accept that her firstborn would succumb to scavengers. She stayed despite Alder's orders. She staved off the pack of coyotes that had been tracking the injured bachelor for days, until it was her scream, too, that split the mountainside.

Alder went back.

It is what cost him.

The mare fed the predators, and they got a taste of Alder's blood. The injury was not severe, but it was enough to cause the aging stallion to limp.

It became known that Alder's herd was vulnerable. Stallions came to challenge him.

Alder refused to concede to any fight. Refused to flee.

He spent all his energy fighting, and not enough watching his herd.

The moment he flagged in his protection, the herd splintered.

Juniper practically ran herself and her son down the mountain with her daughters, desperate to send off Calix before a more experienced bachelor came to strike her youngest down. Calix promised to find his mother and his sisters a good herd, hating the idea of abandoning them. So he stayed.

  A silent group sneaking through the land for two years without foals.

  Calixwas too worried over his charges to properly approve of a stallion good enough for them. It took his own mother chasing him off to send him off on his own path.

It broke both of their hearts.



Health: 100%

*Stamina: 6
*Speed: 0
*Strength: 4
*Stealth: 0

Band:
Mares: 0
Foals: 0
Stallions: 0