Thames

16.2hh, his coat is dark bay, but sheds to look near-black in the summer months, with a small white spot on forehead. Has dark brown eyes. Is incredibly fit and lithe, with long, strong legs. His head is strong, rectangular and slightly roman-nosed. He's well-proportioned and quite handsome. click click

Thames is impatient, volatile, and has a horrendous temper: while he could hardly be classed as 'evil', he has certainly done some terrible things that could earn him the title. He has an inflated sense of self-worth, a huge ego and an arrogant personality to match. Of course, this makes it hard for him to make friends that don't have an outlook similar to his own, but he rarely, if ever, sees the need for relationships beyond the power that comes with numbers. He'd much rather take what he wanted from others, rather than spending time trying to coax it from them. However, if he is particularly intent on something that can't be gained through force, he will resort to trying to appeal to them, becoming a perfectly friendly and flirtatious charmer until he can take what he wants.

He is perfectly capable of kindness, he can be, in fact, very charming and appealing to strangers and friends alike, though if you catch him in a bad mood, it's best to stay out of his way. He will only ever be friendly to strangers to avoid making unnecessary enemies, though will generally be loyal and honest to those who have proven themselves enough to be called a friend. He takes betrayal to heart, however, and will respond violently toward a friend who neglects to be as loyal to him as he is to them.

Thames has no current interest in taking a mate, though would happily mate with a female that submitted to him, or one that he felt needed to have their submission forced. Mating has always been a method of dominating as opposed to reproducing, in his mind, and it would take a special kind of female to impress Thames enough to accept them as his mate. Thames has known from a young age that he was attracted to males as well as females, and has found it to be a positive thing; he usually finds himself being drawn to stallions more than mares, as he is more accepting of stallions with dominant personalities, whereas he expects mares to show a degree of submission and is often disappointed.

Thames was born in a private collection, owned by a lone man who kept Thames and his parents and two brothers in a small, fenced-off area in the yard. His parents, driven to frustration by their neglectful surroundings, killed one of Thames' siblings at a young age, when Thames was only a few years old. While they weren't physically abusive, his father taught him a lot of things that were neither correct nor morally right. His father eventually killed Thames' mother, causing Thames' only surviving sibling to attack their sire. Both were injured seriously, but Thames did not find out their fates, as he escaped from their confines a couple of weeks later, when a particularly heavy storm knocked down their fences. Considering he never again heard from his brother - with whom he was quite friendly, he assumed that they both perished.

not sure if sample is needed after the first app., but just in-case

The winter had been a hard one; they always were. Perhaps not so for the herds and harems, when they had the pleasure of company to ward off the cold, the safety of numbers to ensure a place to graze, but for a lone mare or stallion, the winter months were the hardest. The chill and scarce food had picked off some of the weaker creatures this year, and Indiana was silently relieved that she'd made it through another year. It had come close to disaster a few times for the grullo mare, and it was showing: the line of her ribs just visible, coat lacking its usual shine. It was fixable, she knew - a few weeks of grazing would have her back to perfect condition again, but for now, she would have to deal with the fact that she was perhaps not quite as appealing as she was the rest of the year. The ordeal had, however, put her in a horrendous mood, and she'd chased a smaller mare from her chosen feeding spot before settling into her morning of disgruntled grazing. The creek hissed softly a few yards away, the first dragonflies of the year flitting from plant to plant. As foul as the brown mare's mood was, she could appreciate that it was a miracle she had made it to this year's spring. Ripping the grass from its roots somewhat more roughly than necessary, she forced herself to consider the fact that she might not have any choice but to join a herd by the time the cold months came about again.

Indiana wasn't really an antisocial lady; she quite enjoyed the company of a smart mare or two. The thing that bothered her most about herds was the stallions. Prancing about and arching their necks and mounting any mare that looked their way. Indiana lifted her head, flicked her thin tail. The morning sun glanced off of the white blaze masking half of her face, the marking still as eye-catching as it was when she was at her best condition. Indiana had never personally interacted with a stag for any great amount of time, but the stories she had heard were enough to put her off the idea for the time being. Pacing toward the creek; water-rocks slippery and smooth underfoot, Indiana paused to take a drink of the shallows, before moving forward into the deeper water; only deep enough to brush her belly, but enough to make her feel a little more awake; a little brighter after all these months of darkness. Dragging her tail lazily back and forth in the current, the mare cocked a hoof, and, eyes half-shut, settled down to stay here in the fresh water for awhile. This had been the first winter that Indiana had truly suffered for - even as a filly, she had enough family to keep her warm when the snow was pouring from the sky. Since leaving her herd, however, she had found herself severely lacking in both knowledge and insulation, and had spent many a night curled up beneath a scattering of frost and snow. It had been times like those that she particularly missed her herd. She was truly pleased that the snow had melted and the sun had reclaimed the earth.