Post by Illu on May 1, 2008 10:35:17 GMT
Name: Garrong (‘Black Wattle’), Jirrand ('Afraid/Fear') or the 'Balun Black'
Species: Horse – Friesian x Brumby
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3
Appearance: Garrong doesn’t look like a normal brumby, not in the least. He’s too big, too thick, his mane and tail are too long, his feet are feathered, and he’s just... not brumbyish. He’s very tall for a light horse, but short for a draft, and it's difficult to tell what height he'll mature to. Like his father, he is a dark, non-fading black without even a speck of white to be found on him, and he inherited the robust action and high trot characteristic of carriage horses. Because of his height and weight he happens to look much older than he is, which he uses to his advantage.
Personality: Harsh and sarcastic, Garrong has an unusually pessimistic attitude for one so young, particularly about Silver Horses. In fact, he loathes them, firmly beliving they are the worst thing to happen to the High County. Just bringing one up is about enough to dampen his mood for the next few hours. How his hatred started he doesn’t say, but he won’t stand having a silver horse in his presence, even to the extent of attacking any silver horse he crosses if he thinks he has a chance at winning, and normally with intent to kill or maim.
Despite his age, he often acts weary of the world and talks more like an old stallion than a colt old enough for his first herd. As for fighting, he can pack a huge punch for a horse of his age, he's still limited by the inexperience and lack of power of other colts. All he really has is his height and weight which he uses to intimidate older horses into submitting, so he's a true case of his bark being worse than his bite.
History: (I'll rephrase this later, I swear.)
It all started when some idiot forgot to secure a gate properly at his mate’s stud farm and an expensive Friesian stallion got out. Before being recaptured, he successfully managed to cause havoc on the local brumbies, and the next year a small crop of about 4 half-Friesian foals was born, but not all remained free. Garrong suspects he has one brother out there somewhere, though they lost contact a long time ago.
Because of his weight and height making him look older and stronger than he was, he didn’t even need a bachelor herd; he just jumped right into the filly game once he felt the need.
He was friendly and docile, but quickly got a reputation for being dangerous because of his looks and because he was often mistaken as his sire, a aggressive, extremely powerful stallion. As no one hung around long enough find out his actual name, he was known by his sire's nickname, ‘Jirrand’ (‘fear’) to the locals who remembered the big, angry stallion, but more commonly as the ‘Balun Black’ because of the river he frequented.
The area he chose to live was visited by men very infrequently, which suited him perfectly, as it did the silvers. As a result, silver stallions were much more common here than anywhere else and Garrong did his best to avoid them, but trouble was much more determined to find him.
One silver colt in particular became very interested in the young Friesian-cross, stealing the fillies of this big, bad Balun Black sounded like a good way to earn some rep, so he made Garrong’s life a bother for the next few months. He took to trying to show off to his fillies and turning tail whenever Garrong went to try and shoo him. The creamy never guessed Garrong was both younger than he was and quite shy, so he just took him at his appearance and kept his distance. To make things worse, men realised there were silver horses in the area and came in droves, roping a good many of Garrong’s nicest, and other stallions weren’t so lucky either. Eventually, he just got so fed up just went to just get rid of the twit for good.
From there, things went bad. The silver colt realised he’d made an enemy after escaping and was quickly spreading stories of this big, frightening looking black stallion that was both very cruel and a mortal enemy of the silver horses. The creamies did what they did best and stood up for each other, ganged up on him, beat him, stole his mares, and chased him off.
It got horrible enough that Garrong decided that if an enemy was what they thought he was, that was exactly what he was going to be, and he adopted Jirrand as a 'stage name' of sorts, parading as his sire. He found a silver weanling colt wandering around alone, and in the ensuing attack managed to kill the younger horse. Once the news spread there was outright, blind fury on the behalf of the silver horses. Suddenly there was no peace from any creamy anywhere due to revenge attacks and a fear their foals might be next, and other stallions that considered themselves loyal to the silver brumbies wouldn’t tolerate him on their land and chased him out too, so he had to be constantly on the move. He still has the scars to show it.
From then on there was no staying any longer, things were too hot and he suspected one of the silver horses was going to come and kill him one day or another to dispose of the ‘threat’. He became merciless in attacking all the (young) silver colts he crossed, and the silver horses were merciless in hitting back in defence of their foals.
And leave he did, far, far away, to an area frequented by men, where silver stallions were scarce and where he was still an unknown. Just south of Kosciusko to be precise. Since then he has formed an alleigence with a big grey stallion and decided that maybe, just maybe, it might be safe to have some mares again.
Genes: Ee/ff
Extra Comments: Partial history was taken from the IC events that happened to one of my characters in a previous forum, a certain stallion being RPed here right now actually. Except Garrong got away, unlike R-... um, ‘the mystery stallion’, who was killed in revenge for a number of silver horse casualties.
