Age: 14 years
Breed: Holsteiner
Color: Dapple Grey Live Chestnut Hidden Splash
Height: 17.2hh
Originally purchased from Insterstellar, given back to me by Sib.
Breed: Holsteiner
Color: Dapple Grey Live Chestnut Hidden Splash
Height: 17.2hh
Originally purchased from Insterstellar, given back to me by Sib.
Falcon has a very tough exterior. He is completely bulletproof and doesn't let anything get to him. He doesn't like to show a lot of emotion, and is almost always quiet and serious. However, underneath his shell, he has a heart of gold. He is truly loyal to his friends and loved ones. Whenever one of them is in trouble, he is never hesitant to jump in and help.
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The rain beat tirelessly done on us as we trudged North, towards the battlefield were we where to meet the herd we had been in a battle with for months. Me and my younger brother where two of the younger stallions of our herd, had been drafted to fight them in the next battle. The last battle had ended in complete defeat for our herd, and our territory was slowly being taken over by our rivals. This could only be stopped if we defeated them.
I glanced over at my younger brother through the pouring rain, and wondered whether or not I should've tried harder to keep him out of the fight. Me and my mother had argued with the leaders of the herd for days, begging them not to send my younger brother into combat. He was only a young colt. But it was no use, and he was sent away with the rest of us. I didn't want anything to happen to him, and secretly vowed to put my life in front of his if need be. I had always been protective and watchful of my brother since the day he was born.
We waited all night in the cold for the herd to arrive, and sure enough, they arrived early the next morning before the sun had even risen. The compact started almost instantly, when one of their stallions challenged one of our own. After that it was like a chain reaction, and every horse was soon involved in the combat. I desperately searched for my brother through the sea of faces, but had no idea where he was. I dodged blows racing through the fray, until finally I spotted him battling a massive stallion across the field. I tried to yell, but a huge blow struck my hip. One of our enemies had slammed me to the ground, and I was soon fighting him eye to eye. Suddenly, the battle stopped when our lead horse yelled at us to retreat. We galloped away, and our enemies chased us for a short time. It wasn't long before I realized my brother wasn't with us. "Stop!" I cried. "We have to go back!" I said frantically, trying to explain that my brother wasn't with us. But my herd refused to go back, for it was to dangerous.
After we had reached safety, I snuck away in the middle of the night to return to the battlefield. My brother was nowhere to be found. I found traces of blood that I knew belonged to him, but his body was simply gone. My mind raced through the possibilities. He was either dead, or being held captive. I had no way of knowing. I had never let anyone see my cry, but here in the deserted battlefield in the middle of the night, I let the tears flow freely done my long face. I blamed myself. I couldn't protect him. And I should've gone back to look for him sooner. I decided not to return to my herd after that, and fled far away, vowing never to return.
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It has been two years since that battle, and Falcons brother still hasn't been found. Falcon assumes he is dead, but secretly hopes to find him one day if he had indeed been captured. He hasn't been the same horse since that day, and has shut himself off to the world. Recently, however, he has started to make new friends, and is beginning to open up to the idea of returning to him family or trying to find love.
--
The rain beat tirelessly done on us as we trudged North, towards the battlefield were we where to meet the herd we had been in a battle with for months. Me and my younger brother where two of the younger stallions of our herd, had been drafted to fight them in the next battle. The last battle had ended in complete defeat for our herd, and our territory was slowly being taken over by our rivals. This could only be stopped if we defeated them.
I glanced over at my younger brother through the pouring rain, and wondered whether or not I should've tried harder to keep him out of the fight. Me and my mother had argued with the leaders of the herd for days, begging them not to send my younger brother into combat. He was only a young colt. But it was no use, and he was sent away with the rest of us. I didn't want anything to happen to him, and secretly vowed to put my life in front of his if need be. I had always been protective and watchful of my brother since the day he was born.
We waited all night in the cold for the herd to arrive, and sure enough, they arrived early the next morning before the sun had even risen. The compact started almost instantly, when one of their stallions challenged one of our own. After that it was like a chain reaction, and every horse was soon involved in the combat. I desperately searched for my brother through the sea of faces, but had no idea where he was. I dodged blows racing through the fray, until finally I spotted him battling a massive stallion across the field. I tried to yell, but a huge blow struck my hip. One of our enemies had slammed me to the ground, and I was soon fighting him eye to eye. Suddenly, the battle stopped when our lead horse yelled at us to retreat. We galloped away, and our enemies chased us for a short time. It wasn't long before I realized my brother wasn't with us. "Stop!" I cried. "We have to go back!" I said frantically, trying to explain that my brother wasn't with us. But my herd refused to go back, for it was to dangerous.
After we had reached safety, I snuck away in the middle of the night to return to the battlefield. My brother was nowhere to be found. I found traces of blood that I knew belonged to him, but his body was simply gone. My mind raced through the possibilities. He was either dead, or being held captive. I had no way of knowing. I had never let anyone see my cry, but here in the deserted battlefield in the middle of the night, I let the tears flow freely done my long face. I blamed myself. I couldn't protect him. And I should've gone back to look for him sooner. I decided not to return to my herd after that, and fled far away, vowing never to return.
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It has been two years since that battle, and Falcons brother still hasn't been found. Falcon assumes he is dead, but secretly hopes to find him one day if he had indeed been captured. He hasn't been the same horse since that day, and has shut himself off to the world. Recently, however, he has started to make new friends, and is beginning to open up to the idea of returning to him family or trying to find love.