Sampson
Jan 11, 2014 10:06:54 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 10:06:54 GMT -6
Name: Sampson
Gender: Stallion
Age: Six Years
Region: South
Physical Appearance: Where do I begin with this big boy...I suppose with the breeding that runs through his veins so we understand the immensity of the creature you are about to be dealing with, both of his parent's blood ran true blue with Shire and considering his sire stood in at a whopping nineteen point three hands high we are quite lucky that this fellow here only stands in at a grand total of 18.3 hh. His thickly muscled frame is painted a deep non fading black marred only by flecks of white on his sides that are classifed as rabicano and the high, uneven white socks that decorate three of his four limbs in a sabino pattern, the fourth limb has a white band around his knee. He sees the world through ice blue eyes that are given to him by the fact that his face is painted white in an apron pattern. His tresses are that of a solid black while his tail, that nearly drags on the ground is what we would consider a skunk tail.
Point blank. This is not a stallion you would want to meet in a dark alley.
Personality: Sampson is a hard one to explain, the large brute is polite and gentlemanly if you happen to catch him on a good day. But if you catch the shire on a bad day then you may just wanna treat him like the big bear that he is and back away very very slowly.
He can be considered harsh at times and expects to be respected at all times, not just because of his size, but because he was raised to think that he was the best. Sampson has a goal set for himself to be the best possible at everything and anything he sets out to do. If he fails, he gets himself prepared to do better the next time.
Of course the male does have a few weak spots, one of which being foals, and the other being something that is vunerable and needs his help. Unless it is another stallion, then he frowns upon them for showing their weakness, he belives that males should be strong enough to keep their weakness hidden.
History: Sampson was raised to be King, everything about his bloodlines and his personality that was visible from the very moment he dropped from his dam, screamed that he was supposed to be someone one day. Someone of great importance.
Of course, as fate would have it Sampson was born to a simple mare, a pretty drafty face in the midst of Arabian mixes under the rule of the iron hooved Abaddon. He was a massive, purebred shire who’s coat was a firey chestnut and his pools so dark brown many thought they were black. Sampson grew up knowing that he was the son of the great stallion, but alas he was not the heir. Or anywhere near being the heir, regardless of this fact the piano hued colt trained so he could one day take over the herd, by challenging his half-brothers.
Day and night the steed worked, until he was in the primest condition of his life when the Bachelor’s attacked and destroyed everything he had worked so hard in to be able to claim. Snagging the pale hued mare he had had his icy pools on for ages the stallion left without looking back. He would find a place to settle his own iron hooves into on his own.
About two days travel outside of the Valley, Angel fell ill and didn’t last the night. Sampson stood vigil over her bodice for two days before putting all of his past behind him and swearing that he didn’t need anyone to help him along in his successes.
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