Post by Ehetere on Dec 6, 2011 6:01:49 GMT
Name: Jirrand 'Feared'
Species: Brumby (Silver Brumby x Nightrunner)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 Years
Appearance: Jirrand is a fine looking stallion, with a strong, study frame devoid of a single ounce of fat. His coat has a silvery sheen to it which reflects both the light of the moon and the sun, and is such a pale cream it is almost white. He still retains traits of his Nightrunner ancestry, and though well muscled he is far from bulky, as fat never seems to cover his ribs. His right eye is the same ruby red of the runners of the night, but his left is blue and can see comfortably during the day. His mane and tail are long and silky silver. Pink skin shows through his pale fur.
Personality: Having seen the world come and go, Jirrand is now a somewhat mellow creature, some of the fire from his earlier years quenched. He is quiet, and rarely speaks an unnecessary word. He remains fiercely caring, though does not seek the fame and glory of his youth. Not quite recluse since being captured, he does not necessarily go seeking company, though he does yearn for it on occasion. All he really wants is his select herd back, however with that an impossibility, he returns to the High Country in search of something more to fill his life.
History: Jirrand remembers well the harsh bite of a whip, and the rough tugging of ropes. Being captured in a brumby drive at the height of his Kingship, he remained in captivity at Cascade Hut, confined to a tiny yard as he kicked and screamed for his freedom. The men couldn't get near him, and half of them thought him possessed. The time came finally to try and drag him south for the winter, and the great stallion finally escaped somewhere in the lower country, quite unsure of where he was. He spent the winter alone, cold and hungry as he travelled further north in search of his home.
As it happened, he did come across familiar territory again, though not the home he had been searching for. The haunts of the Nighrunners had been a distant memory, but he could never forget his birthplace. He shadowed the herd during the day, discovering that his dam had died some years past, and his tyrant of a father still ruled. He courted a strange white-grey filly who ran with the herd though didn't share their frightening red eyes. There were scars and cuts on her legs, and Jirrand knew full well she could never keep up with the herd at night. He managed to charm her away, only to be swept up in a storm of fire. The pair were separated and Jirrand could do little more than run in panic as her terrified calls grew fainter and fainter.
He sheltered in a deep creek somewhere near the Brolga's country, and searched spring and summer for the dainty filly, but no trace could he find. With a heavy heart he returned his travels northward, away from the queer herd of white horses and back to the Cascades, a place he'd come to call home since leaving his birth herd so many years ago.
Genes: ee/aa/CRCR/CHch/ff
Extra Comments: May he fill the world with pretty dilute babies.
Species: Brumby (Silver Brumby x Nightrunner)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 Years
Appearance: Jirrand is a fine looking stallion, with a strong, study frame devoid of a single ounce of fat. His coat has a silvery sheen to it which reflects both the light of the moon and the sun, and is such a pale cream it is almost white. He still retains traits of his Nightrunner ancestry, and though well muscled he is far from bulky, as fat never seems to cover his ribs. His right eye is the same ruby red of the runners of the night, but his left is blue and can see comfortably during the day. His mane and tail are long and silky silver. Pink skin shows through his pale fur.
Personality: Having seen the world come and go, Jirrand is now a somewhat mellow creature, some of the fire from his earlier years quenched. He is quiet, and rarely speaks an unnecessary word. He remains fiercely caring, though does not seek the fame and glory of his youth. Not quite recluse since being captured, he does not necessarily go seeking company, though he does yearn for it on occasion. All he really wants is his select herd back, however with that an impossibility, he returns to the High Country in search of something more to fill his life.
History: Jirrand remembers well the harsh bite of a whip, and the rough tugging of ropes. Being captured in a brumby drive at the height of his Kingship, he remained in captivity at Cascade Hut, confined to a tiny yard as he kicked and screamed for his freedom. The men couldn't get near him, and half of them thought him possessed. The time came finally to try and drag him south for the winter, and the great stallion finally escaped somewhere in the lower country, quite unsure of where he was. He spent the winter alone, cold and hungry as he travelled further north in search of his home.
As it happened, he did come across familiar territory again, though not the home he had been searching for. The haunts of the Nighrunners had been a distant memory, but he could never forget his birthplace. He shadowed the herd during the day, discovering that his dam had died some years past, and his tyrant of a father still ruled. He courted a strange white-grey filly who ran with the herd though didn't share their frightening red eyes. There were scars and cuts on her legs, and Jirrand knew full well she could never keep up with the herd at night. He managed to charm her away, only to be swept up in a storm of fire. The pair were separated and Jirrand could do little more than run in panic as her terrified calls grew fainter and fainter.
He sheltered in a deep creek somewhere near the Brolga's country, and searched spring and summer for the dainty filly, but no trace could he find. With a heavy heart he returned his travels northward, away from the queer herd of white horses and back to the Cascades, a place he'd come to call home since leaving his birth herd so many years ago.
Genes: ee/aa/CRCR/CHch/ff
Extra Comments: May he fill the world with pretty dilute babies.
