Was it only a Phantom?

[phantom]

Name: Phantom
Age: Six
Breed: Australian Brumby
Height: Seventeen Hands
Sex: Stallion
Place Of Birth: Outside these lands
Physical Characteristics: Phantom. The stallion carries himself with a respectable air about him. Baring a pure black coat helps him to blend in, especially at night. But relentless hunger of the black is disturbed by a white star on his muzzle, as well as white socks. He blends in well with fog. Phantom also has a white hoof, on the back left side.
Personality: It is a rarity for Phantom to allow others to get to know him, for he comes and goes as he pleases and does not usually bother with friendships or things of that nature. Nor does he trouble himself with a herd; what does it all really mean anyways? It's just an excuse for war, which in his mind, is just silly. In all truth, he is a rather kind soul. But there is a bitter outer coating, a protective shell, if you will. He does not trust easily, but once he does trust you, he will until you give him very good reason to stop. He truly is an interesting specimen, though, to get to know him, you'll have to discover how to meet up with him in the first place.
History: Phantom has a simple past. He was born in a land much different than these. Dark, damp, and rather marshy. Not the ideal place for horses to live. He's rather greatful for his new home. Still, he grew up on his own for the most part, his mother abandoning him for a harem of mares. Being male, he wasn't welcomed among them, spawn of a good mare or not. It is for this reason that he is so picky about who his friends are. He chooses to live alone, and this is the way he'll probably live his entire life.
Sample Post: Phantom moved soundlessly along the treeline, eyes peeled for any signs of movement. As usual, there was none, but he was always on guard just in case. Audits flicked to the side, followed by a rapid jerk of the stallion's head to the left. A squirrel fell into Phantom's line of sight, and his tense shoulder muscles relaxed. He knew very well that having no herd was frowned upon in these parts, but having no desire to leave, he lived with the constant risk of attack. Again, he began to move forward at a slow, silent pace. He had no destination, but he had to keep moving. He had learned quite quickly that standing in one place too long caused his limbs to ache and lock. Neither were good feelings, and he avoided them at all costs. Phantom was alerted once more by an approaching equine atop a hill. He made firm eye contact. Things like rank made no difference to him. But when the other began to advance, most likely to inquire about his alignment, Phantom disappeared into the trees. He was nimbler than most, and a quick escape like this was customary. He was gone, without a trace by the time the other finally reached the spot where he had once been. Had it only been a Phantom?

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[Crow'sia]

I'm assuming the picture just happens to have the horn in it? Which doesn't matter since his description did not and it's for artistic purposes, right? So, accepted. <3 Welcome to NSE. ^^

[phantom]

Yeee. Phantom has no horn, but the picture captured the essence of him so well, so I use it. Thankies. <3[/color]