~~Basic~~

Name: Prince

Gender: Stallion/Male

Breed: Thoroughbred

Age: 3

Colour: Tan Chestnut Splash

~~Relationships~~

Father/Sire: Granite © DreamWorks

Mother/Dam: Unknown

Siblings: Unknown

Mate/Crush: None

Crushers: none

Offspring: None

Friends: Foster © Me

Haters/Enemy’s: Granite © DreamWorks

~~Other Info~~

Personality: Prince is a stubborn stallion and doesn’t seem to get along with anyone especially Granite, He can be quite friendly at times but not a lot, he is a very serious stallion

~~BIO~~

~Foal~

Prince was one of those quiet foals that seemed to stay away from the others. He wouldn’t even hang around his mother that much, he took a lot of personality from his father, Granite and was very aggressive type of foal. but seemed to come to a liking to a young teen human that was in this Army camp (Cavalry) and followed this boy as if he had Prince’s favorite treat or even leader. One morning Prince had escaped the stables to go to this boy’s room/house but a loud snort froze him from continuing to this boy. Prince looked over his head and a tall bay stallion (Granite) watching him, not looking so kind at all. He gave a little smirk and continued trotting over to the room…. Suddenly out of nowhere Granite had pushed Prince over, stopping him, he looked up to his father “Why… All I wanna do is see my human….” He said. Granite bared his teeth and snorted at Prince “You should return to your mother, at once” he said angrily “This is no time for a colt to be out here”.

After that night, Prince was never allowed to go from his mother without permission and it was rarely that he did see that boy again unless the boy came to see him.

~Yearling & Adult~

As the yearling years came around the humans separated the foals from the dams and were partnered with humans for training. Prince didn’t like this at all, having these weird things called bridles with the cold metal bit and this saddle on his back as he was getting broken in. He usually had that moment of biting the human that he was partnered with and sent to the post but he wasn’t the only one that did this, there was this grey stallion that came from the wild he was just like Prince. Hated the humans, hated being broken in and this place.

Prince and Foster were paddock mated and were usually partnered up in practices to make them happier while being broken in as they became great friends. They were pretty much partners in crime they were pranksters at times having the time of their lives. If only this had lasted for a while to come, sadly Foster desperately wanted to go back to the wild and had snuck out of the Cavalry and returned to his home lands without telling Prince nor letting him join with him. Prince woke that next morning, looking everywhere for Foster but there was no sign of that grey Stallion.

Prince never returned to his happy self and never got close to another horse incase this happened again.

Prince, Foster and lineart editing © SwiftDrifter (Myself on DA)

Orignial and Granite © Dreamworks