Legacy/Adult/Stallion

B A S I C   I N F O R M A T I O N 

Birth Date; October 26th

Gender: Male

{Age isn't known but he seems older than Rain by a few months}

Owner:The Colonel

B L O O D L I N E / F A M I L Y

Sire; Unknown (Dead)     Dam; Unknown (Alive)

Siblings; Cult (Older brother/ Dead), MockingBird (Older Sister/ Alive?)

Best Friend; None,open.

Breed;  Mustang (From father's side) X Mustang/Fresian (From mother's side)

M A T E /  C H I L D R E N 

Mate; None 

Foals; 

Breeding; Open to Calvary mares.

P E R S O N A L I T Y; 

Legacy used to be a silly, fun and crazy stallion, but people dragged him down, mocking him for his name, 'Legacy' was what he had.He had a legacy since his father was to pass away soon, so his legacy would e the herd.He was dragged down by Brey, Eric and Rowan.Once captured by the Calvary, his name was changed to Milka, but he kept his original name, Legacy although he would respond to 'Milka'.

Spirit Relation;  Read history and his mother use to know Spirit when he was young.

T H E M E    S O N G S

"Legacy" - Eminem

"Monster" - Imagine Dragons

"" - 

H I S T O R Y

"Hello beautiful boy.." 

"Hmm"

"Tee hee, wake up silly one."

The colt opened his eyes, the veiw was prodigious.Purple white-topped mountains plauged the horizon and a long, meandering clear river ran through the valley, lillys dotting the banks."Owh" He beamed, his jaw dropping.Caw caw!The eagle shrieked, declaring the birth of the new-born heir.

"Rawr!" He screamed, galloping back to the herds mainland, the older foals staring at him.They all cracked up laughing."Maniac!" One of them laughed.This was good, apparantly.The laughter subsided when Brey, Eric and Rowan stepped forwards.These were the bulies and new that this colts legacy would be this herd.Brey began to laugh, his voice dark and evil, but yet when he was being sarcastic, his voice was raised to what we call 'nuetral'.Eric and Rowan didn't speak, mutes allegedly.They surrounded him, the little colt frozen as a wave of terror washed over him.His mother was quater a mile from were they were, since the colt galloped."Oh, praise the lord!The little leader is alive!" Brey's sarcasm levels were through the roof.Suddenly a yearling pushed Brey away."Leave him alone!" the filly yelled, chasing the trio away.The other colts and fillies flocked around him to make sure he wasnt injured.

The following months became a living hell for the colt, and he didn't even have a name yet. He would be named at the the dawn of th 26th October the year after his birth.Brey kept pestering him, dragging him to the deep water and pulling him down with him.

October 26th soon came.

The sun was pale,the horizion was pink and his name was chosen.

LEGACY.

~Fast Forward Two Years~

Legacy's birthday soon arrived.Three years of life; the living hell, had passed.Brey had been shamed by him in the past two years,warning him not to cross paths with the heir of the herd.He was out on a patrol with his dear friend, Camantol when hoofbeats sounded.Camantol ran ahead, quickly followed by his loyal friend, Legacy.

Ropes snaked all over, quickly wrapping around Legacy's legs and neck."RUN CAMANTOL!" He screamed, trying to get rid of the ropes that held him.This only tightening the ropes.Camantol ran, leaving couds of dust behind him.He whinnied high and loud, telling the herd danger was about as he was lead to his fate.

~2 weeks later~

The heavy oak gates were opened, creating a screech that made everyone cringe.The shoved Legacy into a paddock, waiting for him to settle.

"Why have you brought this bronco?" The Colonel muttered to Sgt.Adams.

"We thought he looked of good breeding."

"Good breeding?There is no good breeding in the wild, Adams."

"Oh, sorry Sir...He looked worth our time."

"Hmm" The Colonel walked to the paddocks side and watched as Legacy flicked his head in annoyance.

"I realize you know how to jump the fence, Bronco." He muttered, amused.

"What?" Legacy thought, kicking the fencing, testing its strength."Oh.." He looked to the Colonel, being curious, he wandered up to him.

"Well, hello." The Colonel laughed, cupping the stallions cheek with his palm."A breeder, you are."

~Present~

Used as a breeder, he still hasn't had any foals.He hasn't met any friends just yet, still traumatized by Brey and his gang.

Body~BHB

Head~BHB