Yera

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Name: Yera
Species: Equus ferus caballus (Brumby - more specifically, Nightrunner, with dashes of Arabian & Thoroughbred throughout his pedigree.)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Appearance: If he could keep some meat on his bones, Yera would be sexy in his own horsey way. He has a very straight, neat head with short, straight ears. This head is joined to the end of a prettily arched neck with a well-developed crest. His shoulders are sloping, giving him a long stride and thus greater stamina and greater ease at maintaining speed. The withers below them are high. His chest is wide and deep and his ribs well-sprung. The back that connects his front end to his back end is short. His croup is flat, giving him a flowing stride. His tail is high set, a trait inherited from the small quantity of Arabian blood somewhere far back in his pedigree. This frame is wrapped in a beautiful ivory skin, with the palest of pink tinges around his nostrils and sheath. Have you ever pricked a small hole in your skin and watched as the blood became one large, dark bead? His irises are that exact dark, near-black ruby shade. Mane and tail are the same stunning white as his coat, silky fine in texture but only average in length. From hoof to wither he stands a grand total of 16 hh.
Personality: Yera believes that he was born to save his kind. This belief seems to have either come from his mother, who attempted to breed to an outside stallion to bring in fresh blood, believing that this would improve the health and strength of the herd, or to have been inspired by her actions. He will do almost anything to achieve this goal, from kidnapping fillies, as Nightrunners as prone to, to force breeding mares and taking the foals from them once they are born. Understand that he does not like doing this one bit; he may be seen as a demon by most Brumbies, but his heart is not as black and twisted as one. Yera will only go for forcing or outright thievery if he cannot get the filly or mare to come by gentler means. Now, understand that most members of the fairer sex are safe from him and his goals. Yera is interested primarily in cream mares, who would not only birth bewitchingly colored offspring when bred to him but would also give him foals with coats quite similar, if not the same as, his own. If he cannot claim creams, he is perfectly happy with plain-Jane mares. This cremello champagne isn't terribly afraid of anyone or anything. He knows that he is going to have to fight hard to change the reputation of the Nightrunners and to bring them back into the sun, both literally and figuratively, and he is willing to face the fear and aggression that will be thrown his way because of his bloodline. It does bother him, though, that his kind are so hated and hated for so little...
History: When it came time to breed that year, Wirruna snuck away from the herd in the middle of the day. She had taken a roll in a mud hole earlier both to disguise her telltale coat and to protect her tender skin from burning. Wirruna kept her eyes squinted, mud-matted forelock over them in order to keep the sun from blinding her. Her destination was the Dead Horse Gap; her objective - to mate. She had seen the sickly, weak horses that were born to the Nightrunners and that grew up to have even sicklier, weaker foals. Wirruna wasn't just going to hope that a filly or two they stole from the regular Brumbies would survive the risky mad dash to their home; she was going to go out there and mate with a regular Brumby stallion and have his baby among the Nightrunners. She hoped to the powers above that that one baby could turn the tide for her dying herd.

She had hoped to find an older part-blind, seriously horny stallion, one that wouldn't notice or care that her "brown" coat was actually ivory, or that her eyes were a vivid, nightmarish red. Only one herd was grazing in Dead Horse Gap that day and the stallion defending it was everything but what she had hoped for. The golden stallion was in possession of near-perfect vision and a strong will that kept his lust for ready mares in check. He knew her for what she was almost as soon as she approached. Fear for himself and his mares and foals drove him to attack scrawny little Wirruna. She tried to fight back for all of about a minute before turning to run. The gold stallion kept after her, intending to kill her if he could. Such a demon as a Nightrunner had to die or else it would bring bad fortune to his little band.

If it had not been for Wirruna's stallion, Araluen, he would have succeeded in taking the little mare out. Araluen had followed Wirruna, fearing for her safety outside of the main herd. He fell upon the palomino with demonic fury, crimson eyes practically burning with his rage. He ignored the agony of the unsightly sunburns that were developing all over his body. His only focus was on the stupid creamie that had tried to harm one of his women. The two stallions fought for what seemed like centuries to the champagne and the golden stud's herd, but in reality it was said and done all in the span of two minutes or so. The sun-colored Brumby fled to the safety of his mares and children, bleeding profusely and limping. Araluen snorted satisfactorily, watching his defeated opponent for a few moments. He had escaped the fight relatively unscathed; he had had a long strip of skin peeled from the side of his neck and his side was sore from getting kicked, but those were nothing. He quickly shepherded Wirruna back home, where he bred her.

Yera came into the world the next spring. The only thing remarkable about him was his healthiness, as the other foals born that year were weak and quite prone to sickness and injury. He left the herd as a three year old with one of his friends, a colt named Snow. He and Snow traveled for two years together before his companion was shot and killed by a human for his meat.
Genes: ee/aa/CrCr/ChCh
Extra Comments: (Optional)

[koresh]

done!

[Tiggs]

Huzzah! He's all done ^_^

Accepted, go forth and steal/cheat/woo your way into a herd of pretty creamies!