Farandi [ the missing link ]

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Name: Farandi
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6
Breed: Arabian
Height: 16.0
Herd: Rogue

Appearance: He wears a coat of deep red, with matching dark tresses. Four short white socks christen his long legs, and a skinny stripe accents his face. He is tall for an arab, with a thin mane and tail. He has deep eyes, dark chocolate in colour. His dial is very deep dished, long neck supporting him confidently. All in all, he is a very striking guy.
Photo: i105.photobucket.com/albums/m229/LuvArabain/FarandiArab.jpg

Personality: For some reason, Farandi just can’t take orders. He has to fight everything, determined to win. It is this attitude that affected his life style, of living as a rogue. Though he is very charming, and flirtatious, he is not looking for a serious relationship, much to many mare’s dismay. He has been called, a ‘Player’ on occasion. Farandi has a sense of humor, and never takes things very seriously. As long as you don’t challenge him, or boss him around, you have a very loyal friend for life. You may learn to ignore is sharp temper, and enjoy his more comfortable side.

History: He was born and raised in the Azrak herd, and had many companions and family there. It was tonight, the night of his third year, where he said good-bye. He need not tell the lead stallion, he already knew Farandi was leaving. Azrak was much too stationary for the young adventurous steed, the whole herd knew it was only a matter of time before he left. Though they were rather surprised it came so soon. He struck off on his own, following the moon to some unknown place. He was tired of taking orders, and eager to lead himself.

By his forth year, he had settled near the rogue river. Though he was not often found there, his permanent terra could be found there. He had made a small name for himself among the rogues, not enough to get a respected title, but enough to be left alone. The other horses trusted him, and Farandi them. It was not a close bond, but enough to keep his home.

Sample Post: “When…?”

He looked up into his dam’s soft eyes, and almost re-considered. He would miss her, but knew leaving was for the best. He had been the cause of a lot of her pain these past years, getting into countless fights with other colts and mares. Even the lead stallion. She had often told him he had no fear of authority, and it scared her. She said, every horse must have some fear of authority. It always made him laugh, she sounded more like Jauzi then Azrak.

“Tonight.”

I replied quietly, and looked away. I could not bare the pain in her endless pools. She nodded and moved away, over to my grand dam. She looked at me accusingly, we had never gotten along. She held a lot of power in the herd, being old, and a close descendent from the second brother. Technically, if I stayed, I would be close in line for leadership, but I had no desire. I wanted to live on my own! Chase predators and protect lone mares from danger. I wanted to be heroic and listen to no one. Others had laughed at me when I said it, but they wouldn’t someday…

“Son?”

I turned around, already heating up, but biting down the anger. I hated that tone. “Yes Sire?”

I looked up into the calm eyes of my sire, the lead. He appraised me with a steady gaze, that made most horses uncomfortable, but I could not care. I knew what was coming. I mocked his words as he said them, quietly in my head, ‘Son, I think it would be better to stay here. Just another year. I know your mother would like it. You still have much to learn, I know you will not listen, I just thought you should know.’ I rolled my eyes, but to my surprise, he continued.

“I wish you luck out there, and if one day, you have enough adventure, return here. Your place in the herd will always be open.”

With that he nodded, and returned to his look out post. He… was letting me go? I was stunned. For a second, I stood there, wondering blankly. Then turned, and fled. I know I told my mother I was leaving that night, but this could not wait, I had to go.

That, was the last time I ever saw my mother. My herd. My father. I often wonder if I regret it. Yet, knew deep inside, nothing I could have done, would have stopped what happened after I left.