Its Just My Sweet Escape

Coat Color: A Dark bay with a wide blaze and two hind leg socks
Mane and Tail: Long, thick and black, sometimes matted but he keeps it fairly clean
Eye Color: right side- the deepest blue like the ocean depths Left side- the color of evergreens in the winter
Physic: Soldier is a huge stag that stands at 17.3 hands high due to his bloodlines consisting of large breeds. His body is big and powerful, but stocky. His legs are long and well built with the maximum amount of feathering. His neck is beautifully arched and graceful, his head is also well made and clean giving his a puppy dog face. Over all Valiant is a intimidating figure.

• Trustworthy: This boy will earn your trust fast or slowly bit by bit nothing bothers him and he keeps your inner most darkest secret in his head. He doesn't go and blab it out to every equine that he sees or catches the scent of
• Strong minded:  He isn't weak minded by no means. But he does have a soft spot of the pretty innocent mares whom of which fawn over him and wither at his feet. But he will never crack or give information out that isn't suppose to be out (This goes along with the trust worthy)
• Passionate: He is a sweet tender lover and does anything to please and make his lover happy. But he has yet to find the perfect one. They always turn out to be to needy and clingy and he hates it when the mares get that way. 
• Willing to please: He loves to make the equine he is with feel as comfortable as possible around him and he sees it to be a pleasant meeting between him and the other party.

(Previously written on another rp site)

 "Isolde Kinsmen, to Room 5," the tannoy tells me in a flat, bored, gender-less tone. My mum, dad and I stand up and make our way past the reception with its three old-lady receptionists, down the narrow corridor and into the room at the end.

Dr Shaw sits at his dusty desk, his green-rimmed glasses poised at the tip of his long-broken nose and his fingers twined as he greets us. He seems sad and fatigued, but he gives me a warm, slightly encouraging smile and motions for us to take a seat on the hard chairs.

I'm very nervous, and my parents look like they've been faced with death. Doctor Shaw has been my doctor for the past few years; for him to be this stiff and formal implies that something has gone wrong; very wrong.

I sneak a glance at mum and dad. Dad sits erect,back straight, his bulk filling in every inch of the chair and clamoring for more space. Mum's eyes are wide and she appears to be shaking. I roll my eyes although even I feel anxious. My overprotective parents. See, this is what happens when you only have one child.

Dr Shaw does not beat about the bush. "I called for this appointment because from Isolde's recent check-ups we've found that Isolde has developed a rare case of eye cancer," he tells my parents.

We stare at him and my heart pumps fast. Cancer?

"Although this type of eye cancer develops quite fast, there is no chance of death. However - and I am deeply sorry to say this - you will be blind in about five months."

It's as if I am plunged straight into a huge bucket of ice water. "Y-you're joking." I laugh distortedly, when really it's like my heart is running a marathon.

He sighs, taking off his glasses and rubbing at his eyes while my parents bombard him with questions like: 'Are you certain?' or 'Is that what's definitely going to happen or is it worst case scenario?' and 'Doctor Shaw, is there not a cure?'

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "But nothing can or will reverse it."

I don't know quite what to feel, but of course denial sets in at once. 'I'm fifteen! Maybe elderly people of, like, seventy, go blind but before I'm not even an adult? It . . . it can't be true. It must be wrong. My life has barely started and now . . .and now this?"

"Isolde, if I could stop it, i would," Dr Shaw says gently. "I am deeply sorry."

I break down, sobbing into dad's shirt. It can't be.

No.

NO.

NO!!!