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Description

Name: Dandelion

Nickname: Weed(does not like)

Preferred name: Bud

Gender: Stallion

Age: 19

Orientation: Bisexual

Height: 14.3hh

Breed: Grade (Bashkir mixed with something gaited, standerbred and qh)

Faction: Loner

Rank: Messenger

Color: Dominant white red dun

Personality:

Apathetic

This horse is sure one tough cookie to get riled up. Not much scares him, not much worries him.

He tends to care even less if it pertains to any other horse.

Fearless

Living on his own has forced Dandelion to face every obstacle he comes across. He doesn’t have time to fear, and no one to discuss problems with.

Simple

Bud isn’t stupid: he just doesn’t pay much attention to the affairs going on between the other horses. Or even the big events encompassing the whole island, he just doesn’t care that much. The less that affects him the better.

Sure, he’ll take your message two islands away, but he doesn’t really care what it’s about.

Jolly

If only because ignorance is bliss. Bud wants little besides some good grass and a clean puddle to drink from. Having a mate is unimportant, the only company he needs is the sky above and the ground below

Athletic

Though he has a stockier build, living in the marsh has made Bud tough and surefooted. In addition his attempts to change his gaits to a normal trot and canter, though embarrassingly unsuccessful, have strengthened his muscles.

Loner

Bud stays in the marsh for a reason, they’re pretty desolate. Not too many other horses come up his way, and if they do, it’s likely he’ll see or hear them first and head the opposite direction. He’s still ashamed of his mother’s abandonment, and doesn’t want anyone to see his freakish gaits.

History:

Bud was born as one half of a rare twin foal birth in the Olde herd. Both his brother and Dandelion were healthy, albeit small, foals, and neither were abandoned at birth. It took many months of growth for Bud’s mother to realize something was, not wrong, but different about Bud. Instead of a trot and a canter like the other young foals had, including his brother, Bud struggled to keep pace with an unusual running walk and a speedy lateral pace.

It was obvious the other foals were starting to notice Dandelion’s difference too, and starting to cast him out from all their ‘reindeer games’. This worried and terrified Bud’s vain and pretentious mother, who cared mostly for her social standings, and began to put dark thoughts into her head.

The grulla mare began to slowly pay less and less attention to the jolly foal, until one day she convinced the herd to simply leave the foal while he napped.

When Bud woke up he immediately felt the absence of his herd. Could he have been asleep that long? The sun didn’t seem like it had moved that much….

The dun foal leapt to his feet and began to look for his family, calling out desperately for them, but there was no answer. There was simply nothing.

Having no idea how to fend for himself, now suddenly alone, Dandelion sat a cried to himself for a few days. The poor foal only stopped when he was suddenly confronted by a city cougar, far out of its usual territory.

The cougar was obviously old, hungry, and planning to dine on the weeping Dandelion. After a second of eye contact Bud forgot his woes and bolted south, suddenly filled with fear and adrenaline. Thankfully the cougar had no long distance skill and did not give chase for very long.

Dandelion kept moving, though no longer running. He walked for months, no idea what he was trying to find. Was it home maybe? A new family?

Eventually he found himself in the marsh of the East Island. A horrible and dangerous place to most horses, Dandelion chose to stay. Here he wouldn’t have to deal with any other horses to ridicule him.

Eventually the young stallion got over his childhood trauma, and began to explore the island more. While he still preferred to be alone, it was nice to get out of the swamp sometimes, and he soon learned that by taking messages from horse to horse, or even herd to herd, Dandelion could earn a little bit or respect, and even a little sea glass from the other horses. It was nice even, to have something more to do then explore the swamp.

Description

Name: Dandelion

Nickname: Weed(does not like)

Preferred name: Bud

Gender: Stallion

Age: 19

Orientation: Bisexual

Height: 14.3hh

Breed: Grade (Bashkir mixed with something gaited, standerbred and qh)

Faction: Loner

Rank: Messenger

Color: Dominant white red dun

Personality:

Apathetic

This horse is sure one tough cookie to get riled up. Not much scares him, not much worries him.

He tends to care even less if it pertains to any other horse.

Fearless

Living on his own has forced Dandelion to face every obstacle he comes across. He doesn’t have time to fear, and no one to discuss problems with.

Simple

Bud isn’t stupid: he just doesn’t pay much attention to the affairs going on between the other horses. Or even the big events encompassing the whole island, he just doesn’t care that much. The less that affects him the better.

Sure, he’ll take your message two islands away, but he doesn’t really care what it’s about.

Jolly

If only because ignorance is bliss. Bud wants little besides some good grass and a clean puddle to drink from. Having a mate is unimportant, the only company he needs is the sky above and the ground below

Athletic

Though he has a stockier build, living in the marsh has made Bud tough and surefooted. In addition his attempts to change his gaits to a normal trot and canter, though embarrassingly unsuccessful, have strengthened his muscles.

Loner

Bud stays in the marsh for a reason, they’re pretty desolate. Not too many other horses come up his way, and if they do, it’s likely he’ll see or hear them first and head the opposite direction. He’s still ashamed of his mother’s abandonment, and doesn’t want anyone to see his freakish gaits.

History:

Bud was born as one half of a rare twin foal birth in the Olde herd. Both his brother and Dandelion were healthy, albeit small, foals, and neither were abandoned at birth. It took many months of growth for Bud’s mother to realize something was, not wrong, but different about Bud. Instead of a trot and a canter like the other young foals had, including his brother, Bud struggled to keep pace with an unusual running walk and a speedy lateral pace.

It was obvious the other foals were starting to notice Dandelion’s difference too, and starting to cast him out from all their ‘reindeer games’. This worried and terrified Bud’s vain and pretentious mother, who cared mostly for her social standings, and began to put dark thoughts into her head.

The grulla mare began to slowly pay less and less attention to the jolly foal, until one day she convinced the herd to simply leave the foal while he napped.

When Bud woke up he immediately felt the absence of his herd. Could he have been asleep that long? The sun didn’t seem like it had moved that much….

The dun foal leapt to his feet and began to look for his family, calling out desperately for them, but there was no answer. There was simply nothing.

Having no idea how to fend for himself, now suddenly alone, Dandelion sat a cried to himself for a few days. The poor foal only stopped when he was suddenly confronted by a city cougar, far out of its usual territory.

The cougar was obviously old, hungry, and planning to dine on the weeping Dandelion. After a second of eye contact Bud forgot his woes and bolted south, suddenly filled with fear and adrenaline. Thankfully the cougar had no long distance skill and did not give chase for very long.

Dandelion kept moving, though no longer running. He walked for months, no idea what he was trying to find. Was it home maybe? A new family?

Eventually he found himself in the marsh of the East Island. A horrible and dangerous place to most horses, Dandelion chose to stay. Here he wouldn’t have to deal with any other horses to ridicule him.

Eventually the young stallion got over his childhood trauma, and began to explore the island more. While he still preferred to be alone, it was nice to get out of the swamp sometimes, and he soon learned that by taking messages from horse to horse, or even herd to herd, Dandelion could earn a little bit or respect, and even a little sea glass from the other horses. It was nice even, to have something more to do then explore the swamp.