❝ tศʞε ɧεεɖ, σ ɱศŋʞıŋɖ σʄ tɧε εศгtɧ,

℘น℘℘εtεεгร σʄ ɱყ ๖гεtɧгεŋ, ศŋɖ

гศvศɢεгร σʄ σนг ɭศŋɖร.

ɭεt ıt ŋσt รɭı℘ tɧε ɱıŋɖ tɧศt σนг

εχıรtεŋɕε ɧศร ℘гσร℘εгεɖ ʄσг ศ

ɱıɭɭεŋŋıนɱ ๖εʄσгε ყσน ศŋɖ шıɭɭ

ɕσŋtıŋนε ศt ყσนг ʄศɭɭ.

ʄσг ყσน ɖσ ŋσt tгนɭყ σшŋ tɧε ℘ɭศıŋร σʄ

tɧε шεรt, tɧε ɱσนŋtศıŋร ศŋɖ ℘ıŋεร,

ศŋɖ tɧε tนŋɖгศร σʄ tɧε ŋσгtɧ.

ყσน ศгε ๖นt ศ ɢนεรt ศɱσŋɢ ɱყ

๖гεtɧгεŋ ศŋɖ ศ ɢนεรt tгεศtร ŋσt tɧεıг

ɧσรt ศร รɭศvεร นŋtσ tɧεɱ.

รσ ɱศყ tɧε tɧนŋɖεгıŋɢ σʄ σนг ɧσσvεร

ıŋ tɧε ŋıɢɧt ɧศนŋt ყσนг ɖгεศɱร.

ʄσг ศ ร℘ıгıt tɧศt ɖσεร ŋσt шıรɧ tσ ๖ε

๖гσʞεŋ, шıɭɭ ʄɭıŋɕɧ ŋσt นŋɖεг ყσนг

ɖεรtгนɕtıvε ɧศŋɖ. ❞

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❝ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɴᴇɪɢʜ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀs ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴏғ sᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴄʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀ. ❞

[ Basics ]

|| Registered Calling ||

If, at any point, he is turned into a companion, he will be known most commonly as Night's Watch.

|| Reasoning for Calling ||

Those familiar with the Night's Watch from the well known series Game of Thrones likely found it fitting for a horse such as this.

|| Name ||

More simply, he is called Solani which, in the tongue of Latin, means 'Nightshade'.

|| Gender ||

Stallion.

|| Age ||

Solani is eight years old, a little past his prime, he is a well matured male.

|| Breed ||

Solani is a hybrid cross of a few other breeds consisting of Percheron, Icelandic, and American Quarterhorse.

[ Physique ]

|| Height ||

Nineteen hands.

|| Weight ||

Two thousand six hundred pounds.

|| Appearance ||

Solani is a towering equine beast who's darkened body bears a multitude of scars of all sizes dealt to his flesh by many a blade. His coat runs thicker in texture than others and is more on the lengthy side; a genetic passed down from the Icelandic breed somewhere along his ancestral line. The coloration of his coat is like that of a burnt chestnut, rich brown in a few areas that darken into a raven shade throughout his body, mane, and tail. Solani's eyes are a piercing shade of frosty blue, like two orbs of chilling ice full of wisdom and the hauntings of times past. They are always judging from afar, always calculating your worth. His mane is long and thick, always swept to one side in a rather messily fashionable sense. Solani's legs are neither too thick or too thin, rather, they are in between. He does possess the height, bulk, and thick boned skeleton of his Percheron roots, which is his main genetic base, though he still harbors traits of the American Quarterhorse.

[ Mental ]

|| Personality ||

Solani is, more so, a complex stallion to deal with. He is fiercely independent and comes packed with a stubborn mind of his own. As a creature that was born and raised within the wild, those feral traits  and fiery spirit never truly left him even as he was one day captured and taken in for human use. Solani is a very dominant stallion with a heavy loomingness about his presence.

It is not entirely the fact that he portrays open aggression with every encounter he may go through- it is the fact that he simply possesses a very high maintenance temperament that needs to be kept under close watch and handled with a steel fist. It does not take much to shift his mood and cause his patience to plummet into a rocky bottom. Solani has just about seen it all, from bloodshed, to the destruction of mankin's wars as he was ridden straight into them many times before. One could say he is mildly traumatized, as any being would be witnessing such things, therefore further explaining the level of his temperament.

Solani is a stallion that knows the difference between bad and good intentions, when he is being left to peace, or when someone is planning his capture. He is an intelligent creature, one that has gained knowledge from his life in the wilds and furthermore, his life under the hand of a human. His memory is like that of an elephant's. He can remember exactly who it was that caused him harm in any way years ago and oh, how he holds grudges that can turn deadly.

Solani gives back what he is first given. He needs to be handled by someone who has a high experience level, yet will not treat him as if he is not a living, breathing organism with a heart and feelings. To those he is companion to, he will prove to be a strong protector and loyal friend. With enough time, he can become quite attached to a single individual and has even been known to act a tad possessive over those that treat him properly.

|| Likes/Strengths ||

° Solani loves the feeling of freedom. He enjoys being allowed to roam an open field and go where he may please, seeing that he will always return. He is simply far too large to enjoy stable confinement.

° He is a very fast horse, despite his size. He can reach speeds of up to nearly 55 miles per hour. Sometimes, when driven on adrenaline, 60mph.

° He was born and trained to endure the thrill of things to the point where he has taken a liking to activities that get his adrenaline going, such as charging through the thick forest in a speed like light.

° Solani is a goliath stallion and, therefore, can deal some highly destructive damage if he truly wished.

° He is built for speed and endurance. As a war horse, Solani had to be the best of the best in raging battles.

° He absolutely adores oat cakes. They are his favorite thing to munch on and he would nearly.../nearly/ drop and roll over for them.

° He is an active stallion. If he isn't doing something constantly every day, then it turns him dangerously restless.

|| Dislikes/Weaknesses ||

° Solani is most definitely not a show horse. He has never been dressed in anything but armor and it would not be wise to try and bend him to show.

° There is hardly any form of creature or person that spooks him, though he is not fond of aggressive people, despite how everyone should always keep one eye on him.

° Solani has damaged trust and often takes precious time to come around. One must have devoted patience.

° He does not like children. He was never around children nor was he bred for their amusement and it is not a good idea for them to be around him.

° Shouting and waving objects at him will only anger him, but if he catches sight of a whip, he has been known to snap.