>> tyson <<

[[ tyson ]]

Name: ^Tyson.

Age: ⁷

Species: ^{Equine (horse).}

Breed: ^{Spotted Draft Horse.}

Gender: ^Stallion.

Side: ^{I prefer Domestic, but since there are barely Indians around Tyson is wild, but he can be captured.}

Color: ^{At first sight he appears rough like the wild grounds he roams, yet all he is truly looking for is companionship, nothing more, nothing less. Raven/white whipcord would hung past Tyson’s muscular pillars, as shade of brown covers most of the bronco’s wrapping, yet his muscular legs appear as if they were dipped in white paint. Splashes of white are also found past his neck, nose and rear – an attractive prey to wrangles, which is precisely the reason why you can find a few numbers branded in his neck. A hidden secret never to be revealed, hiding under his tri-coloured manes. Pity the stallion that shall never be acquainted with a canvas such as his own, as his markings are one of a kind – they strike the eyes and spark the imagination. Stallion appeared to be about eighteen hands high, a threat to other stallions yet a blessing to those he protects with his life. Practical invisible scars are found past his bodice, foreshadowing the fact Tyson is a true fighter, perhaps even a challenger – as long as he would reach his goals, he’d do just about anything.}

Side: ^{Wild, yet he can be tamed.}

Personality: ^{The bronco was handsome, lithe, and swift, but it was there that the pleasant side of him ended. His temper was abrupt, and he took delight in handing out his "punishments", though the crimes may be slight, or even imagined. “Fighter” was the first word in his dictionary to be found, and the word appeared to be created for him. He would challenge a fellow-horse only because they gaze at him in a way he dislikes – mood swings were common, and when he had them Tyson ought to live in his own little world. This is the reason why he has lost his herd and everything included with that. As he walked the only road he had ever known he became older, and at the age of 6 he had changed dramatically. You can’t totally change nor tame a wild equine like Tyson, ever, but he was getting older and his childish outburst and macho-behaviour is now only used as a temptation towards the ladies. His search (or struggle) to perfection has never ended nor will it ever end, as he, unfortunate has the macho may find it, isn’t perfect, just like everyone else. He attempts to use his light side to build up an amount of acquaintances, appearing to be no problem for his charming, slightly attractive nature – even though he had been through a lot, his past barely anyone knows, the stallion would manage to be friendly towards horses. But his the fighter in him really gone?, will be the remaining question that might never be answered.}

History: ^{Tyson had always been an attractive prey towards wranglers, and he knew the humans were continuously lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to make a mistake. When the equine got abandoned from his herd, they seemed to be quicker than the light when they, a day after he got kicked got, immediately tied him up among numerous ropes. Now, the young adult had always been a fighter at heart, but after a struggle that lasted for about an hour Tyson and a few other equines had been captured, and he lastly broke, giving up. They were moved to a ranch. Unknown horses and scents, yet a few horses from his previous herds could be recognized among the unknown as well. The horses were going to be auctioned, but fortunately his outstanding wrapping saved him yet again; they released him back into the wild with a few others, hoping he would breed and produce more equines with an appearance like his. After that, he had never seen any of the previous equines he had shared the suffering with again, yet the trauma kept spooking through his head. After all, he thought he was going to die there, unlike a human he didn’t know he was “just” going to be auctioned. He, among a few others had been released, but he saw it as nothing more but an escape. As he was released into the wild again, he joined a few Bachelors, and managed to get numerous mares. Due to all the fights for the doves his front leg got swollen up badly in one of his fights, unable to protect the ones he loved, this was precisely how he lost every each of them. Ever since a bitter attitude towards stallion has been expressed, unable to forget. When the swelling had healed, he fortunately attempted to build up a new life, yet this time as a young adult.}

Example Post: ^{Delicate spirit amidst the restless, merely defensive when such an attitude was required. Fine equine was not to be characterized in a single word, as multiple various sides could be foreshadowed. His headstrong nature was outstanding to some, yet aggravating to others as the bronco wouldn’t get pushed into a corner that fluently. He was a born leader, but comparable to an artist without his pencils. Whipcord would swish from side to side as auds rotated on streamlined cerebrum as if they were antennas, munching on a piece of lush green grass. His calm attitude was extremely rare and only foreshadowed when the bronco was alone. An outsider would recon he was relaxing, yet the opposite was truth; muscular beast was scanning through every corner of land for enemies. This tic was caused by his past trauma – promising himself he would never go through something like that ever again. Practically raven hoof would stomp the ground in a warning every time he assumed to hear something, simply to scare the intruders off. Manes would toss whereas tri-colored whipcord would flicker as massive bodice turned, beautiful animal trotting elsewhere; not taking any risk.}

Picture: ^{In the making. In siggy!}

[ღGracie]

A.C.C.D.E.P.T.E.D.

I love the picture!! And you are a good RPer!! I am glad you joined!!

~Gracie