Member Name: Lake
Character Name: Raath
Gender: M
Breed: Mutt
Color: Palomino (ee/aa/nCr)
Height: 16.2hh
Age: 12 years old
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Sample: There were moments, fine like dust, when he wondered what could have been–
What he could have been, if it had not ended.
If the war had not torn his kingdom asunder.
But how could he be angry? It was time for the sun to set and oh, how he enjoyed every last gentle ray of warmth before the night had closed in. Before the dark consumed him into nothing.
Once he was called the Dawn Knight, protector of the free lands. Now, he is no more than a pale glimmer of who he used to be and he’s unsure what to do next. How to pull together the threads of a new life. His muscles ache from the ocean.
His nostrils and eyes burn, his ears roar. The powder white of his mane dull and tangled with seaweed and small shells. He is washed up on the foreign shore unable to look up at the pale sunlight above him. A promise, perhaps, that he will not die.
Does he dare take such a promise? The golden stallion rubs his muzzle against the grit and the foam. He can hear the waves lap, the gulls cry–
The scent of salt and spray and jungle is heavy. He does not move except to tilt his nose away from the water so he can breathe fresh hair. A dark, heavy wound curves along the twisted and knotted muscle of his shoulder. Blood dried and clotted. The pain runs down his leg like lightning and he wonders if it is worth the effort. He has seen the pain and the despair and the ruin of everything he once loved.
It is not fair he should survive, that he should go on. Their screams are in his ears, their cries for help as the hoard came down on them.
Sleep, he thinks, is for the best.
Sleep blessed and eternal.