Main info and personal relationships

Name: Socrates

Pronounced/meaning: The Greek pholisipher   

Age: Depends on usage

Parents: Unknown 

Father: Unknown

Mother: Unknown

Sibling(s): None

Crush: Symphony 

Mate: Symphony

Foal(s): None

Friend(s): Ventisca RafTheToucan {Chaos}

Enemie(s): Everyone

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Lives, likes and dislikes

Lives: In the stables

Likes: Running, his mate

Dislikes: Being trapped, being old, aching limbs, everyone

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Personality and aims

Personality: He used to be kind and caring, but when he got captured he turned bitter. When he got old, he became grouchy, so everyone hated them

Goal / Aim: To escape the calverly and see Symphony

Line: 'There's not a day goes by where I don't think about her. Ever thought about that, trooper?'

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BIO: Socrates was kind and gentle, and no one thought otherwise. He was brilliant with the other foals, often helping them to run, and teaching them what to do in case they were in any danger. One mare named Symphony had been watching him for a while, and he'd been watching her. She was the most beautiful mare in the herd, with a long flowing mane, and an even and smooth coat. Soon they were introduced, and they became very close, often spending long runs together, and frequent grazing with each other. It was obvious they were in love.

Socrates wanted to protect his new mate, so he kept look out. Not much ever happened, apart from the ocasinal cougar. Then the fateful day occured. One dusk, there were strange lights and strange horses marching towards the herd. Symphony was frightened, so Socrates told her to run on ahead, with his mother. A little reluctanat on leaving him, she needed convincing. Socrates shoved her forward, then brayed, heading straight for the strange lights. He was blinded by them, and he felt coils around his neck-ropes.

He'd been captured.

As he was such a stockily built horse, he became the colonels. Socrates didn't bother escaping. He knew the herd would be miles away now. 

A few years later, and Socrates got old. He wasn't as fast as the new stallions coming in, and soon he was replaces. The colonel didn't shoot him, however, because he'd been such a loyal horse, and was still strong so he could pull carts and things. Socrates, however, was onley and grumpy. he snapped and he snarled. He was bitteer, and no horse bothered befriending him. He still longed and ached for Symphony, and every night, when the horses were asleep, he looked up at the sky, and said: #Stars; guide my Symphony to saftey.'

RELATION TO SSOTC: Was the colonels horse for years

To keep in mind when rendering/drawing: Has a dirty grey coat with a black. short cut mane. No socks. White muzzle with strip. Branded with the number 0172 US. Orange/yellow eyes.