20 RVMS Aeldi The Honorable

<sub>It was all very fast for the stallion, and everything had happened before he knew what hit him. He had been resting at the stables after a long march back home from battle, the favored horse of one of the ranking officers in the Shadowvalian army. He had not heard them approach his stall, and only awoke-- with a start-- when he felt a halter slip over his face.

But he was looking into the face of one of his own, so when he regained his senses, he quieted down quickly. People retrieving horses in the middle of the night usually meant they had to sneak and be stealthy, and so he fell silent and obediently trailed along behind his handler. Granted, he was still half asleep, and he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going.

Suddenly everything was too bright, and he squinted as white light washed over him and made him blind for a moment. Where it had been nighttime, suddenly, it was daylight.

And there were many other horses with him. Alarmed, confused, and unwitting of what was going on, he reared up, only to be yanked back down by his halter and to have something jammed into his neck that stung like a bee. Shortly after, his world began to go fuzzy and faint, and he swayed on his feet, barely able to go where he was lead.

Once in a stall, he all but collapsed and re-embraced sleep.

When he woke once more, it was to voices. Humans. Humans were talking about him, a pair of ginger men were talking to another human, and they looked at him. He snorted and tried-- somewhat lamely-- to get to his hooves. They didn't want to hold him, so he resigned himself to laying back down.

"Easy boy." Came the soft crooning from the smaller of the two red haired boys, "It's going to be okay now."

Apparently their idea of 'okay' was taking him in his stupor to a transport caravan and loading him into a trailer. They stuck him again, and he spent most of the long journey shifting between sleeping, leaning against the trailer wall, and waking and trying to gather enough cognitive ability to register where he was. At long last, the caravan came to a stop, and the same two boys helped get him out and lead him to a new box.

He gratefully laid down and slept off the remaining effects of the sedatives.

He awoke once more after what he could gather was upwards of ten hours, and managed to get to his hooves. He inspected his new stall, and found himself presented with plenty of hay, a bucket full of grain, and a trough of water. This was not the noble stall he was used to, but it was spacious and well-crafted in its own respect. He huffed, partook of the food and water, and waited with his head hanging out the stall.

Eventually, a young woman with dark red hair and golden eyes approached him. Somewhat pacified by the magic aura she put off, but unable to place exactly what she was, he took a step back and receded into his stall.

"Hey boy, it's okay. Aeldi, right? It's okay." She held out a hand flat for him to examine, and his ears perked towards her. Slowly, he returned to the stall gate and sniffed at her palm.

She smelled like magic, magic and other worlds. He snorted and returned to his stall, pinning his ears back when she approached the door to look in on him.

"Easy. It's okay to be scared, I would be too." She crooned, but he didn't come closer. This person was not his rider, and neither were any of the other humans who walked through the barn.

He had no idea where he was or what he was doing, and it frightened him. Admitting his terror to himself made him angry, he was a noble steed, dammit! And he wasn't supposed to fear anything! He was supposed to fight and embrace death when it inevitably came for him. But... here, he had no idea where he was. He was no longer.... home. Not in his world, not in the place where he had been taken when he was stolen... and he was almost certain that his rider would never come for him here... would be unable to retrieve him or find him... and it frightened him and saddened him at the same time.

Closing his eyes at this revelation, he returned to the far corner of his stall and laid down, resting his head on his knees.

He would have to come to terms with his new captivity and new masters, but for now, he grieved the loss of everything he knew, and kept to himself.</sub>

Name: RVMS Aeldi
Nickname: Ael (Ale?)
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Pure Snjorrir
Age: 7
Height: 16.2hh
Colour: Gilded Midnight Gem Roan
Genotype: EE/cc/nGmR/nGd
Discipline: Former War Horse. To be retrained in Dressage, and all around show.
Personality: Aeldi is kind of quiet and shell shocked from the sudden shift in lifestyles. He doesn't like to be touched, or approached, but will tolerate it with enough patience and coercion. He's nervous and easily spooked by modern things, and absolutely hates the electronic lights and modernized stable, but he's growing used to it. He's a little more trusting of the magical natured staff members, and some of the horses, though he mostly keeps his own company. He has been known to kick and bite at others. He doesn't mind getting his hooves dirty or working, but he hates being left that way: as soon as he can be groomed, he will be, and you will do it now or so help him. (If left uncleaned immediately after getting dirty, he will bathe in water troughs until he's mostly clean and leave the stablehands to clean up after him.) He's very arrogant and vain, and believes himself better than most, and when he's not being anti-social, he can be kind of a dick to other horses and people.

Things of note:
Stolen from the Shadowvalian army.
Needs rehabilitation. May be aggressive at first
Second Gilded exported
First Gem Roan exported

Bloodlines:

Sire: Unknown
Dam: Unknown

Breeding: Open selectively

1. BlackBee23 to Imjara Used
2. Reserved for me with Imjara -Used
3. Won by Nixxyi in the Christmas Raffle Used
4. Won by Agent-Hill in the Secret Santa goodie bag
5. ANIMALGIRL1869 Used
6. Mine with Oriana Used