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"You've left your old herd to start off on your own. Were you kicked out of the old one or did you leave peacefully?"

Locke was not surprised when his father turned on him. He had been expecting it.

The birth of the colt had been contentious. Their herd prized pale coats, and Locke was the darkest born foal that anyone could remember. The stallion accused his mare of being unfaithful- how could he have spawned such a ruddy child? Locke was saved from a miserable fate by the white painted across his body- the only thing that resembled his father... although no one truly could say for certain if Locke truly was their stallion's son.

Ever since he was a colt, his soul had yearned for the horizons. He wanted to travel. He wanted to learn. He wanted to explore. His father was a stubborn stallion with a fairly large band of mares. Even in the most dire of situations, when they had stripped the barren land dry of its few resources, he was reluctant to move his herd. Locke's wanderlust was another point of contention between himself and his sire. His mother warned him not to wander out of sight of the herd. She feared that if he wandered off, their stallion would finally move the herd off, abandoning her son. Locke loathed this rule, but he loved his mother, so he obeyed.

Locke grew like a desert weed, resilient and hardy. Rugged. And much to his father's ire, he became quite handsome. It was no secret that Locke was drawing eyes away from his father. It didn't take long for the stallion to chase his son out, cursing his name.

The young stallion shed no tears. He would miss his dam, but he was happy to be rid of his father. Free to explore, he took off towards the buttes. He hunted small desert mice, and carefully nibbled on the cacti to access the water hidden inside. Just as his mother had taught him. He was excited by the prospects in this brand new world.

Now, where to next?

Horse's Name & ID Number: Locke (#21)
Region You Are Currently In: Desert
Type of Roll: Starting Roll
Events You Are Responding To: Starting Roll
Ref: Akhal 34

Description

"You've left your old herd to start off on your own. Were you kicked out of the old one or did you leave peacefully?"

Locke was not surprised when his father turned on him. He had been expecting it.

The birth of the colt had been contentious. Their herd prized pale coats, and Locke was the darkest born foal that anyone could remember. The stallion accused his mare of being unfaithful- how could he have spawned such a ruddy child? Locke was saved from a miserable fate by the white painted across his body- the only thing that resembled his father... although no one truly could say for certain if Locke truly was their stallion's son.

Ever since he was a colt, his soul had yearned for the horizons. He wanted to travel. He wanted to learn. He wanted to explore. His father was a stubborn stallion with a fairly large band of mares. Even in the most dire of situations, when they had stripped the barren land dry of its few resources, he was reluctant to move his herd. Locke's wanderlust was another point of contention between himself and his sire. His mother warned him not to wander out of sight of the herd. She feared that if he wandered off, their stallion would finally move the herd off, abandoning her son. Locke loathed this rule, but he loved his mother, so he obeyed.

Locke grew like a desert weed, resilient and hardy. Rugged. And much to his father's ire, he became quite handsome. It was no secret that Locke was drawing eyes away from his father. It didn't take long for the stallion to chase his son out, cursing his name.

The young stallion shed no tears. He would miss his dam, but he was happy to be rid of his father. Free to explore, he took off towards the buttes. He hunted small desert mice, and carefully nibbled on the cacti to access the water hidden inside. Just as his mother had taught him. He was excited by the prospects in this brand new world.

Now, where to next?

Horse's Name & ID Number: Locke (#21)
Region You Are Currently In: Desert
Type of Roll: Starting Roll
Events You Are Responding To: Starting Roll
Ref: Akhal 34