Name: Donovan

Nicknames: Don and many others by his brother

Age: 5 years

Breed: Mustang

Personality: Donovan is a levelheaded intelligent kind of bloke. He takes many things seriously, maybe a bit too seriously for his younger brother. Also unlike his brother, Banshee, Donovan is quite the proper gentleman and never really attempts to flirt.... Banshee says he doesn't even know how if that tells you anything! He always thinks things over before he goes into them.

Relations:

Sire/Dam: Unkown

Siblings: Banshee (c) Marty_McFly

Crush/er(s): none he's aware of

Mate: to be Lyric (c) Aleta

Foals: none

Herd: none, might travel with his brother time to time though.

Rank: --------

Biography:

Donovan was already hitting two years of age when his mother came back after foaling season with an energetic grullo appaloosa colt by her side. Now Donovan had already reached an agreement with his father that he'd help protect their band in return for the priviledge of him staying in the band, but those plans changed.

Not long after he had seen his mother come back with his little brother, who he learned whose name was Banshee, his father called him to have a "talk". Donovan was afraid that his father had changed his mind and was about to kick him out of his band for good. But he proved otherwise... Donovan's mother was having a hard time keeping the little spit-fire of a colt, Banshee, under control. So... Donovan's new job was to be the personal "body guard" over the hyper little sassafrass. 

At first Donovan dreaded each day, even thinking that it'd be better if he just left. But while he was taking Banshee out on one of his daily "expiditions" the little bloke's life had almost ended. Banshee had been running like his tail was on fire, not seeing the rattle snake curled up angrily in his path. Donovan saw the snake at the last moment and blocked little Banshee from the death ladden fangs. Donovan was able to kill the rattler, but in the process had gotten scraped by one of the deadly fangs. 

It didn't take long for the deadly poison to start spreading through his body, making it difficult for him to move. Banshee's energy had seemed to drain out since the accedent, sticking to his brother's side like tree sap. That night Donovan slept, shaking as if he was chilled in his sleep, his body jerking every once in a while. But fate didn't see fit for him to die, the snake had only defiled his body with very little venom, even though the pain shocking through his body was still hard to handle. He woke up back in the band with his little brother curled up beside him...

(More to come later)