Samael

Samael was the result of an arranged marriage between two herds to create peace. The two herds had been bickering for far too long, and after a long discussion, the leaders decided to combine their higher ranks to create one massive herd. To finish this joining, they made the daughter and son of each leader have a child, and created a beautiful liver chestnut colt. The color was rare in the herd, as most just ranged from normal chestnut, black, a few were palomino/dun, but no various colors of chestnut. So at first, they were fascinated by the handsome colt. He was born, not only for the peace or for his looks, but for his intelligence and blood within him. He was brought into this world and raised to be the heir of the throne in his royal herd. Here in Wild Equines however, their herd were considered outcasts. Thrown out, they lived in the shadow lands far from Wild Equines, and had no association to anything outside of their little valley. It was the shadows that gave the liver chestnut colt his name. A mysterious equine stepped out of the shadows, enough to just see it's silhouette, to whisper 'Samael' and walk off. Of course, the herd didn't know what the name meant or anything as they were cut off from the rest of the world, so they took the odd occasion that they were afraid was an omen, and named their colt Samael.

His parents immediately began to know personality traits in him they had never seen in a colt before, and actually feared for him. As a baby, he was always too rough nursing, and when he grew old enough to play with the older foals, he was too rough playing with them as well. He would actually cause physical cuts that would make them bleed or dirty hoof prints on their body as he shoved them on the ground, but Samael all thought it was fun and games. As the other colts and fillies fell in the dirt, he stood there laughing, and continuing to pick at them. He was quite an embarrassment to his parents, as he was supposed to be the next heir to the throne. They just assumed he would grow out of it eventually, and just kept him separated from the other foals as much as possible. It was strange, though. One minute he would be getting violent with another colt that was begging him to stop, but the second his mother or father called out for him to stop and asked him to come back to the den, he would skip along like nothing was wrong. His manners were extraordinarily excellent as well. None of the other foals would really tell on him because of the fact he was royal blood, so as he grew older and began venturing off further with the other foals, incidents where he were too violent began decreasing and not a thing was said about him. However, somehow the younger equines always had some sort of physical damage.

Although the marriage was arranged, as Samael's parents began to know each other more they started falling for each other. Soon after Samael was weaned off and beginning to grow up and become a yearling, reaching away from his mother further, she became pregnant again. It wasn't necessary as they already had a heir, and according to them it wasn't planned, but Samael's twisted mentality made him grow extremely aggravated at this occurrence. The older he grew, the further his parents pushed him away and the more they gave him odd looks, as if they weren't even looking at their son. They knew he was the one causing other's harm, and frightening them so much that not a soul would speak up about it. He felt as if they were trying to get rid of him, and this new heir took its place. When Samael reached the age of two, his mother gave birth to another son, one that everyone fell in love with. It had a peachy coat, that matched some of the bark colors on the lighter trees, and midnight locks. The Kings at the time, as Samael's parents were still Prince and Princess, decided that this colt would be the next heir before Samael. This, is when the liver chestnut colt lost it.

For a year, he didn't speak to a soul. He stood at the top of an hill that overlooked the valley, staring down at the equines. If anyone were to come visit him and speak to him, his icy blue eyes would glare at them so hard, it almost sounded like he was hissing at them. He could tell, from the moment he was weaned off his mother that he had no real significance. That somehow in the future, he would be obliterated. Torn apart and deconstructed of who he really was. Now, his more handsome brother was going to take what was rightfully his. One day, after working so much aggression, he planned an attack overnight. His brother was just reaching yearling-hood, so it was time to strike before he grew stronger. At night, when everyone was sleeping, he snuck into his brother's den and grabbed his sleeping brother by the neck, dragging him out, and tossing him around as much as he could. Kicking at his body, snapping whenever he could. He only shrieked about twice and went silent, the first few swings had actually cracked his neck but Samael was so overwhelmed with rage, he hadn't noticed. Leaving his brother's dead body there for his parents to find in the morning, he left the herd's safety zone and headed for new territory. It was time to start new, away from some rich color bitches.

Samael roamed the lands of Wild Equines for almost a year, before running into an assassin that was sent by his family. He agreed to a battle to the death, to which he lost. Now, he haunts the souls of siblings and wants to break them all apart.