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Name: Tasunka (Pron – Tah-Soon-Kah

Age: Two years Nine Months

Gender: Stallion.

Birth Season: Winter

Body Type: Cold-Blood

Color: Tasunka is a broad standing equine, reaching easily 16HH with large shoulders and a proud stature. Wide set eyes sit between the mottling of colours that spread about his coat, dark blacks and clean whites that intertwine like lovers along his bodice. Ebony tresses of hair fall over his equally dark face, broken only by the star shape along his forehead and the vertical line across his muzzle.

Tasunka’s body is an ever-weaving collection of black and white, a Tobiano but dominated by the darkness of his form. His tail is black, as is his mane but there are traces of silver amongst these fine hairs, a collection of color that is observed by only the closest of ponies.

Eyes: Light blue

Distinguishing marks: Tasunka has a collection of scars along his body, from challenging other stallions in the past. His strength has afforded him nothing however. He is much too young to have and far too naïve to have won any battles. His eyes are also a very light blue, striking against his coat. 

Genetics: EE | nT

Overall General Health: Excellent. Though scarred, Tasunka is in excellent health otherwise.

Personality: Tasunka is exactly what you’d come to expect from a wild stallion. Arrogant, pushy, and perhaps a tad naïve. He’s young and confident, easily angered and willing to fight anything and anyone to prove a point. He will die on many hills, and even when he has been proven wrong, he will still actively think that he is right. Such is the nature of a young stallion wishing to prove himself in this world.

He is protective of those he cares about, loves so deeply that it hurts but he is also a giant ass. As he has been told by the ladies before. As such, he comes across as a bit barbaric, using his weight and stature to throw around his rivals. A bully, maybe but in the typical way that bullies are made. He means well, he just doesn’t know how to show it.

He is the one to pull at the other’s manes to garner their attentions, tap dance in the water and splash at others just so that they have to look at him. Attention starved isn’t the word some would use to describe him but it’s exactly what he is. Perhaps a product from his childhood in which the focus was shifted from him to all the others of the herd.

He does have good qualities though, he can be kind when given the opportunity, he is a good listener, he enjoys the finer things in life but these qualities are reserved for those who bother to get close enough to the stallion. Many don’t stick around.

History: Tasunka is exactly what you’d expect from an attention starved colt. Overbearing, ostentatious and portraying an air of confidence despite being deeply insecure. Being the youngest in his previous herd Tasunka was often overlooked, the others favoured while he remained in the shadows. His mother was a claimed mare, her protests gone unanswered and Tasunka was the unwanted colt that fell just between the cracks.

There were times when Kateri, his mother, would fret over him, make him feel as if he was loved but those instants were few and far between; offering him just enough that he craved more. Catann, the stallion whom refused to acknowledge his paternal nature, would then usher Tasunka back into the wilds, away from his mother. To Catann, Tasunka was just a reminder that Kateri didn’t love him, didn’t want him like he wanted her. That is all Tasunka would be, a reminder, a threat to his throne. Catann wasn’t evil though, he allowed Kateri to care for her son, just enough so that he didn’t starve or waste away but her love was fleeting and transient.

Catann would allow Kateri to nurse him, he’d allow her to fret for a moment but it never lasted. As quickly as the doting began, it ended and Tasunka would be pushed from the make-shift home and forced into the elements.

It was a miracle he managed to survive given the bare minimum as he was but as Tasunka grew, he became to rebel in an attempt to garner his ‘parents’ attentions. It was miniscule at first but as Catann and Kateri began to pay more notice to him, the more his shenanigans grew until eventually Catann grew irate.

“I’ve done so much for you!” He yelled, rearing on his hind legs, thrashing the air in front of him with dark hooves.

Kateri shrunk behind her Alpha Stallion, daring not to challenge him for fear of backlash. For a moment Tasunka was hurt. Had he really thought that he mother would defend him, after all these months of her defying him? What did he think would happen? Even still, he felt pain radiate through his chest.

”Get out, Tasunka! Leave this place at once!” Catann roared, his voice rumbling the earth beneath their feet.

Tasunka, being at the cusp of one year, couldn’t fight back, for fear of Catann killing him and thus he was banished.

Tasunka has spent the better part of a year wandering in search of another herd. Someplace more accepting than the one he’d been a part of prior but he’s not sure if he trusts them, or anyone for that matter.

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