Revolt [Charks]

[Revolt]

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[atrb=width,400] His name is Revolt, And he is nearly eighteen hands tall. He has been alive for five years. His breed could be called a mutt. Largely gypsy vanner, with a good bit of shire, maybe some veins of thoroughbred, and some other draft breeds thrown in, he embodies the muscular, brute figure of the classic draft. He is a milky white in hue, with dappled silvery blue running across his belly and up his sides, not quite meeting atop his spine. His chest is splashed in this grey coloring as well, like a breastplate worn by the knight. The cobalt also sits atop his head, staining ears and mane, and dipping down to paint his nose, leaving the forehead white. His mane and tail are luxuriously thick, almost to the point of flamboyance, and his hooves are invisible beneath a heavy curtain of leg feathers. His eyes are black as pitch, and burn with the fire of a strong will. He is the son of Coal, a vanner mare with strains of shire, and an unknown black behemoth of a stallion. He knows none of his extended family, nor even his parents. A smaller twin was born alongside him; referred to now as Repose, the poor child died in his third year. Revolt is a torn soul. He has seen the cruelty that passion can ignite in an individual, the blind corruption that leads them to do unspeakable things; and yet try as he might to hold himself away from the world, his nature is to protect and care for, no matter what. Generally calm, quiet, and strong, he is prone to agitation when presented with anything that makes him uncomfortable, and certain triggers will cause him to lash out without realizing what he's doing. It is a defense mechanism, another wall his soul has built to avoid being hurt, but he loathes himself for it and feels nothing but remorse for his actions. He is a brave warrior when called upon to defend those who rely on him, and will not hesitate to step into harms way for the sake of another. However, he keeps himself apart from those who wish to know him better, fearing loss and terrified that he will only disappoint them. Revolt's loyalty, when given, is unshakeable. He has a soft spot for foals, and will let down his guard in their presence. Those who truly get to know him find an eager, sensitive stallion yearning for love and unable to forgive himself for his past. He has a crackling wit when comfortable enough to use it, and is prone to laugh in a deep, rumbling baritone that would make a mountain jealous. For a long time, Revolt repressed all memories of his past. It is only recently that he has begun to acknowledge what happened, one fateful autumn night. Born in the middle of winter to a mare who knew she could not love them, the colt and his twin were fortunate enough to be found by a band of horses who inhabited the area before the cold took them. One of the mares had recently lost her own filly to the winter; still lactating, she agreed to raise the orphans, at least until they could be weaned. The small, sickly colt they named Revolt, for from day one he was rebellious and short tempered. The stronger foal was named Repose, for his nature was much quieter and he was the easier of the two to care for. It was easy to see that the colts were adopted; the rest of the herd was largely mustang and quarter horse in breed, with variations of bay or chestnut coats, while the colts were stocky drafts boasting distinctive grey and white tobiano patterning. While Revolt never grew taller than fourteen and a half hands, it was not long before Repose towered over every other horse in the herd. As Revolt and Repose grew, they came to be friends with a blood bay filly born the summer before them. The filly was a wild, passionate, and reckless creature, and soon a love triangle formed between the three foals. Revolt developed an infatuation for Jasmine, while Jasmine came to desire Repose, who showed no interest in the crimson filly. Indeed, as the trio grew, Repose came to hate the manipulative filly. He watched as she filled his brother's head with promises of love while subjecting him to near servitude. He watched her blame Revolt for her stupid decisions, watched his brother willingly take punishment for her. And he watched as she turned his twin against him, until the rift was too great for him to bear. He knew it was time to leave. It was night when Repose tried to slip away, but somehow, Jasmine caught him. She confronted him, professing her love, doing her best to seduce the three year old. In the light of the autumn moon, she was bloody and beautiful, and for a moment he hesitated. Too long; she pressed against him, and in that instant, Revolt's heartbroken gasp was heard. The weak colt had seen everything, and came running towards them, fury and pain in his face. Then time seemed to slow, and Repose was frozen to the spot, unable to do anything but watch as Jasmine's hooves reached up and smashed into his twin's frail skull. And then Revolt fell, and time sped up, and Repose lept to his brother's side, but it was too late. Blood pooled on the earth, the same vibrant red as Jasmine's coat. "What... what did you do?" "I didn't do anything." "You killed him! You killed my brother!" "You can't prove that. I'll tell them you did it. That you were jealous because I loved him." "Jasmine... you wouldn't..." "I'll do it. Unless you swear to be my mate. What will it be?" Dazed, devastated, and in shock, Repose looked blankly at the twisted mare, so calm and cruel. He said nothing, but the rage in his eyes told her: he would never, ever love her. And so she screamed, crying that Revolt was dead and Repose had attacked them and they must hunt him down. The stallion ran, ran until he reached Isilme and could run no more. ---- ISILME ---- When they found him in the Gateway, his mind had blocked everything out. He could remember only snippets of where he had come from, and when asked his name, he replied with the only thing he could think of: Revolt. He accepted an invitation to join the Valley, and when the herd split, moved with Gideon to the newly conquered Cliffs, where he successfully fought off a Pegasus invader. He also participated in the battle championships, defeating his first opponent but falling in the second round. A short time after coming to Isilme, he met Namid, and found himself enchanted with the strange mare. He had nearly come to love her when she disappeared from his life, and he was left alone again. Revolt left his herd, roaming about Isilme and the neighbor areas for a time, until the great disaster. Then he followed the refugees to Helovia, ready to integrate himself into society once more. ---- Helovia ----

[cs=2] revolt . equine . stallion . five . outcast