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Name: Psychotic Poetry
Breed: Selle Francais
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Height: 17.1hh
Coat Color: Palomino
Mane/Tail Color: Silver
Eye Color: Blue
Herd Position: Light Alpha Stallion
Herd: Misty Plains
Sire: Blaze
Dam: Superstar
Personality:

History:
It was a dark and stormy night.... okay no it wasn’t, I lied to make it sound more interesting. Really, it was a late winter morning, little past midnight when the grey mare cried out in distress. The winter lasted longer than normal and when the snows should be melting, it continued to fall in blizzard like sheets. It was that cold night, humans running back and forth from the warm stable out to the cold night, when the small pale colt came into the world. He was sickly small, they said it would be nothing less than a miracle that he survive his first night. It seemed the early colt was in favour of the gods for he not only survived the night but the rest of the rough winter until spring came. He was still sickly and it took half the spring for him to get strong enough to be moved to the pasture with his mother.

Ah, childhood. Usually it is filled with embarrassing moments, bounding friends and lessons taught by parents though it seemed I missed out on most of that. A few days after my birth, when mother had recovered, they returned her to working. She was a talented jumper, like my father, one of the best and the humans wish for him to have the same future. By day he spent a few hours in the afternoon and evening in a small pasture with his mother after she was worked in the morning and at night he was taken to the stables with her. This boring schedule repeated itself until his mother was fit enough to compete again, then he had to get used to the trailer and all the new places he went.

When he came of age he was trained as a showjumper. The skills from his mother and father showed clearly and he quickly became a rising star. At the age of 6 he was being shipped from France to America to compete though his ship was caught by a freak storm. Poet was washed overboard though luckily there was land not too far off. He awoke on a rough sand bar. Confused and disorientated he moved into the land. It took him a while to learn to live the wild life though he quickly settled in.

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