Butcher was almost completely different before his descent into the Abyss. Like many other Abyssal Dutchies, he didn't always look the way he does now. The same can't exactly be said for his behavior, though.

Before the Fall

Butcher was once known as "Prim," or at least that's the name he was given. His thin black coat and feathers were once a pearly white and decorated with gold, and his shadowed eyes a shining red. In place of feathers, a thick mane of fur adorned his head and tail, and a shining band adorned his muzzle. All of these features he prided himself for, and he became addicted to the attention and gazes his glamor would draw in. In fact, that was the only way he relied on recieving positive energy at all. In reality, Prim never found the right person to form a bond with. Not only that, but looks alone are nothing compared to kindness and uncondictional love, something Prim seemed to lack. He just couldn't find someone he would form an attachment to: his obsession became his looks. As he was often lonely, Prim would end up staring into pools of water to admire his own reflection, mentally telling himself how his beauty would attract the right forever friend. This carried on into the "war."

It is said that all Dutch Angel Dragons used to inhabit a realm known as "Paradise": a war had occured due to a clash of opposing energies within their universe. As a result of the war and their "contribution" to the conflict, all but one of the Dutch Angel Dragons were cast out of Paradise. Prim was among those that were banished: his obessive and vain nature only made his participation in the war worse, and in turn doubling his retribution. Prim was sent away from Paradise to live in Aether, a space between their known worlds, with the rest of his kind.

For the first period of time in Aether, Prim would spend time staring into his reflection, mourning not the loss of Paradise but the loss of his prized muzzle-ring, the only thing that kept him connected to that woundrous realm. Not only did he lose his muzzle ring, but his horn was broken from the conflict of before. Prim would spend the rest of his time hiding and watching other Dutchies with envy: seeing some forming "couples" of sorts while others form friendships with other kinds of creatures. This only carried on and Prim's envy only grew stronger. Thinking his lack of attention was due to his "damaged looks," he forced a reincarnation on himself in a desperate attempt to reclaim his broken horn and lost muzzle-ring. It wasn't his time to be reborn yet, and because of this a serious mistake was made.

After the Abyss

Rather than being reborn in an an egg as a Dutchie normally would, Prim's reincarnation was wildly distorted from his original pristine form: as a consequence of his pride and misery, all the bad energy building up within him bled from the inside out. Instead of being released back into Aether, Prim found himself plunging to the depths of the Abyss as his once-white coat was swallowed up by a creeping darkness. His fur fell away from him like ashes, and his sparkling eyes were enveloped by the blackness of his sullied heart. His outside now reflected what was formed inside him. Prim was dragged away, kicking and flailing, into the shadows of the Abyss.

For a while, Prim was trapped within the choking oblivion of the Abyss. It took him years to gather the strength to wrench himself free from the creeping darkness. His wings were barely able to carry him out as he fled the dark, fighting against shadowy tendrils and the assaults of other wild Abyssal Dutch Angel Dragons as Prim forced his way free from that wicked place. Again, he fell. Instead of falling to Aether, Prim fell further down to Terra, another realm which Dutchies are known to interact with. Prim dreaded the time he would drag himself to a pool of water as he used to, fruitlessly hoping he would have been restored to his former glory. Dutchies don't have any true sound or voice, as they instead imitate noises they like. It isn't known whether or not Prim ever knew any sounds before his fall to the Abyss, but when he was met with his "new" reflection, the noise he uttered was awful enough to send the nearby wildlife fleeing from the surrounding area.

Out of disgust and hatred for what he had become, Prim had went further into hiding. He couldn't hide for long, though, as he would be starved of energy. While Dutchies normally get their energy from consuming things as any other living creature may, Abyssal Dutchies lean towards feeding off negative energies. As this was Prim's fate, he found himself causing misery to other inhabitants of Terra. Hauntings, property damage and injury were among the things Prim stooped to committing. He would mostly hide himself among horse herds or invading barns to torment the livestock within. As Prim spent most of his time around horses, he took on their behaviors, including their sounds and agressive behaviors like biting, stamping his hoofs or rearing up and striking at people. Consuming large ammounts of this energy would give him a "high" of sorts, which seemed to ease the pain of Prim losing his once "beautiful" looks and lack of companionship.

In the Present

Prim's presence was more prominent during the 1800's to around the 1900's. He prefered to roam around the countryside, attacking farmer's animals and leaving bitemarks and hoofprints around their property. Horses and cattle would be found with bitemarks and their feed devoured or stolen by Prim, and those who caught glimpses of Prim would begin to contribute to a sort of "ghost story" of a "demon horse" that would supposedly target lazy equestrians and cowmen. Word of this "demon horse" would spread to a few cities, passed on by farmers to store owners and eavesdropping ears. This attention, while negative, was attention all the same to Prim, and he reveled in this attention.

He decided to take on a "cute" form similar to many other Dutchies, though this one was more akin to a cartoon. Kids would begin to call him "Butch," apparently a kind of dog name during that time: adults then called him "the butcher horse" after the name "Butch" was passed around and misheard to be that. He'd imagine himself to be a villain of some kind, like the ones he would see in newspapers or films within those times. "Butcher" loved to randomly appear to unsuspecting children and adults alike and would sit back and watch as his victims tried to tell of the demon horse to deaf ears who believed it all to be a myth. Butcher would ham up his "crimes" in order to make his actions look even more absurd, as well as make his witnesses seem absurd themsleves. Secretly, deep down in his heart, Butcher desperately craved the touch of a kind hand and the friendship of a kind soul, but he had dug himself way too deep to be able to escape this hole he had trapped himself in.

Even though the 1800's / 1900's were his time, one of his lesser-known abilities is "dimensional hopping," which would enable him to leave this time to another time or place entirely. His two main abilities, time and gravity, are already very limited. His power to shift through dimensions is limited as well. Performing such a move is enough to drain him of his energy, meaning each time he moves to another dimension he must make up for that large loss of energy by causing misery to the inhabitants of whatever dimension he finds himself in. If Butcher finds himself in a dimension in which he is unable to procure this negative energy, he may be trapped there forever or until his untimely death and inevitable reincarnation in the Abyss.

The "ghost horse" isn't tied to Terra any longer: his "restless soul" wanders, and he will always be looking for more easy victims of which he can devour negative energy from. Who will be his next target, and will they give him the chance to hurt them? Or will he be fought back and driven back to the shadows from which he came?