Leshen

Name: Leshen

Breed:  Thoroughbred x Oldenburg

Age:4 Years at death - Is centuries-old

Gender: Stallion

Alliance: Unallianced

Pelt Color: Dark Liver Chestnut

Mane and Tail color: Dark liver chestnut

Eye Color: None as he's missing his eyes but they used to be silver

Markings: Two back socks

Hooves:Front - dark slate, back - light slate

Height:17.2hh

Mental/Physical Conditions: None

Personality: Despite being young in body and (living) age, he is your typical grumpy grandpa. He takes no joy in the company of others and likes to be alone with his forest friends and nature. Leshen has great respect for the forest and will often stay within his chosen one for many years,  protecting it from any who wish to harm it. Despite being the cause of his death, Leshen has been known to "adopt" packs of wolves, allowing them to stay within his forest as long as they did as they're told.  Crows are his favourite and is very rarely, if ever, seen without at least one while in the living world, the tell-tale sign that he is near and/or watching. Often one would not see him unless he wishes to be seen, and even then it's usually to tell you to get out of his forest.  Upon first meeting, he is not usually the friendliest or the most talkative, but within time with trust and perseverance, he might start to like you. Leshen has a great love for the small and so usually foals get the better greeting, even a forest guardian until they're older,  then it may be here or there if the Leshen still likes them. He has been known to set his wolves on unwanted visitors or those who displease him greatly, though if you're lucky, you may get the Crows first. Leshen  also has a great love of naps and sleeping in general

History: Leshen is the son of two young horses. His father as a yearling  started courting his mother in a neighbouring herd, secretly meeting  when the lead stallion was busy or sleeping. It took a few months before  he felt he was ready to steal the filly away from her fathers herd, but  he managed it without a fight or resistance, mainly because he chose to  appear a night like he has done many times before. The pair took off,  excited about their future together and soon the young mare was in foal.  The pair were never interested in the herd life, Leshen's father felt  that his mother is the only one he needs, never looking at another mare  as long as he had her. They chose a dense forest to live in, instead of  the usual meadows and open lands their previous herds chose. The level  of cover it offered meant that they were safe and wouldn't be separated.  Over the months as they prepared for Leshen's arrival, the lovers grew  accustomed to the forest creatures, almost seeming to be accepted by  them. The wolves in the area left them in peace, preferring the meat of  the smaller creatures and deer. Leshen had been born in the early  morning, just as the suns rays started to filter in through the forest  cover, dappling the world around them. He was named Leshen, nicknamed  Leshy, after the forest, its new protector. Shortly after his birth, the  wolves started taking an interest in the small family, however, it  wasn't a meal on their mind, it was also like they were taking the  family into the pack. There was something they liked about Leshen, but  the family never found out. Over the next two years, the family  continued on as "normal", protecting the forest and its inhabitants, but  they weren't counting on humans. People were slowly taking over the  lands around them and now they had their eye on the forest, looking to  expand. The forest creatures fought or fled, Leshen and his parents  chose to fight but sadly his parents died when the loud bangs echoed.  Anger consumed him and he called on the wolves, the crows and any other  animal still within the forest. As a combined group they took on the  small group of humans and won, many died but some got away. It seemed  that was the last they would see of the two-legged creatures, but Leshen  had been struck during the battle. As the adrenalin wore off, Leshen  realised he had also been struck by a bullet and was slowly dying.  Instead of becoming a rotting carcass in the forest, he gave the wolves  his blessing to eat him and complete the circle of life, glad to know he  had done his duty in protecting the forest. He would be lying if he  said he didn't fear the pain that would come from being torn apart, but  he feared slowly dying more. As he laid down the wolves descended upon  him, going for his face and throat. A muffled cry of pain was all he  could manage as his life drained from his body. Though death was not the  end for him, it seemed the gods had other plans for him or this is just  how it works after death, he wasn't too sure. But he came back in a  ghostly form, there but wasn't there and continued to protect his forest  ever since, leaving many dead in his wake when they showed even the  smallest threat.

Items:

Hair Length for cropped tail and mane

Hair addition for bark on legs

Hair addition for moss blanket

Hair addition for sticks

Fabric Accessory for dirty brown cloth

Glow paint for green (Event)