Abel

[Kindred Blue]

ABEL ____________________________________

AGE
Five years.

GENDER
Stallion [male].

PERSONALITY
Abel is a peaceful soul, largely preferring to shy away from conflict rather than take part in it. It's not to be believed that he's a doormat - no, not at all, he doesn't let others take advantage of him - but he carries himself in such a way that requires no violence. A great tactical thinker, it is almost a shame that Abel dislikes conflict, for he would make a cunning general of war. Instead, however, Abel turns his mind to helping other horses in danger or who are struggling through the tsunami-ridden lands. He dislikes seeing others suffer. Abel is kind but firm in his resolutions, and would not be afraid to stand up and make a decision in a moral dilemma, because even if either decision meant that one side would be worse off, he understands the meaning of necessity. That said, this kind of behaviour can earn him enemies, from the side which has been made worse off by his decisions. Friendly enough, Abel tends to gain the respect of his peers quite quickly, but finds it difficult to become closer and make actual friends or find lovers. He is unsure of other horses, as he has seen how a horse can change and betray him quite easily.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Abel is an intimidating sight, and on first impressions, you'd think him rather scary - which is, of course, the complete opposite of what he is. 17.8 hands high, he is a tall horse. This is respective of his breed, the Shire horse, which are commonly large. He is bulky and built with muscle, bred for wars by greedy humans. Bay in colour, Abel has a brown coat, with white stockings on all four legs, a white blaze down his face and muzzle, and a black mane and tail. His eyes are a soft, gentle, brown. Abel has no other distinctive markings, but one thinks he is recognisable enough anyway.

HISTORY
Abel was bred for war. Almost from the moment he was born he was trained by humans to carry them through battles and fuel their greed for money, land, and bloodshed. At the time, as he knew nothing else, this did not seem strange to Abel. This was what he was for. This was his destiny. And so he followed the path he was told to follow.

In training he met another young stallion of his age, Cain, and the two became firm friends. Partners in crime, one was never seen without the other, and in battle, they stood out as leaders, directing the other horses and rushing to help anyone in trouble. But as the years passed by, things began to change between the once inseperable pair. While Abel saw countless equine comrades fall to their deaths in war, and felt each death stab his heart, Cain saw nothing but the path onwards, the next fight, the next land that became theirs. Try as he might, Abel could not make Cain understand that this war was not his, but the humans war. They were nothing but tools. When they fell, the humans left them to die, unburied, unloved, useless without breath to fight on. Cain insisted that Abel was wrong, and became so angry that he lashed out at Abel, who, afraid of fighting with his best friend in a world already so lonely, backed down and left Cain alone.

For some time Abel did not mention the issue again. But in one battle, when Abel himself took an injury to his hind leg and fell - and anyone knows that many who fall in battle never stand again. He looked up, caught Cain's eye, and whinnied for assistance - and watched as Cain looked away and passed by, uncaring. It was then that Abel realised that this was not right. This war was wrong. It consumed his only friend in world, to the point where Cain would rather leave him to die than risk losing the battle. So, Abel gathered all his strength, reared to lose his human rider, and fled that battleground, never to be seen by his army again.