CW | Brutus

Gender:

Stallion

Herd Affiliation:

The Bachelors

Location:

The East Island

Orientation:

Straight

Rank:

Elite Infantry / Henchman / Killer

Breed:

Percheron/Belgian Cross

Height:

19’2 HH

|| M i s o g y n o u s ||

”What would she know? She’s just a brood.”

To put it simply, Brutus hates females. They are weak, they are stupid, they are worthless, and should be treated as such. Mares are to be obtained and owned, nothing more. He does not see a pretty face as a love interest, but something to be collected. Mares that try to prove him otherwise are treated even worse, as lack of respect to him is not taken kindly. He however has never gotten physical (in the fighting sense) with a mare besides a few bites to the rump because he believes it is beneath him to attack something so unthreatening to him as a mare. While they may be dogs, he’s not the type to kick them.

|| I n t o l e r a n t ||

”Wow, you really ARE as dumb as you look.”

Not to worry, ladies, his sour attitude isn’t saved special for you. Brutus is short-tempered to all he deems unfit to be sharing his breath. While it is rarely shown via outbursts or vocally, he is in a constant ‘surrounded-by-idiots’ attitude that usually expresses itself through his expression only. Only in severe situations will his temper unleash for him to do something drastic. Generally he is known by his well-timed snorts and eyerolls, with the occasional burn comment slipped under the table.

|| P e r t i n a c i o u s ||

”I suggest you agree before things get ugly.”

As you can see by the collage of scars mottling his body, Brutus is not the easiest stallion to argue with. Whether it be with a herdmate, a predator, or nature, he firmly stands his ground and faces everything head-on. Too proud to admit defeat or error, he takes the scars and the experience in trade. Bullheaded, he will storm off when truly cornered, rather than submit to his opponent.

|| A p a t h e t i c ||

”I’m sorry, I don’t think it’s possible for me to care any less.”

One would think that a stallion with such stature as Brutus would consider fighting for the position of leader someday, or any sort of advancement in the ranks for that matter. But the fact is, he could not care any less about who or what leads the Bachelors, no would he ever see himself trying for such thing. Too much responsibility for his taste. As long as he feels respected, he will return respect in kind, however he is not one to be bossed around.

|| L o y a l ||

”Another word against my brethren and I'll have your tongue.”

The bachelor herd is all Brutus has ever known, ever wanted, ever understood. He would die for his 'family' without a second thought. His intellect is low so he is easily persuaded and guided by whoever holds the position of leader within his herd. No female, object, desire, dream will ever come between. 

History:

<sub>Brutus actually joined the Bachelor Herd as a yearling. (sorry would have him born in the Bachelor Herd but he doesn’t have the X and I’d rather not give him one) He does not remember any other life than with the bachelors, and as he was raised by all males, he learned just how useless females are and having no contact with them outside of the Broodmares only solidified that belief. He worshiped the Bachelors throughout his childhood, putting them on a pedestal as the best fighters, the ruthless warriors, and the epitome of independent.

The members of the herd didn’t realize he was going to be so big as he grew, because at age five he was almost his full height. So they began to talk down to him, keeping him in check while he was still young so that he would never question their authority nor try to overtake them. Happily brainwashed, Brutus was completely obedient among his heroes, and believed every word they told him when they said he was too big and clumsy to ever rule a herd. As a draft horse, he was docile by nature, and hostile by nurture.

When he settled into his full girth, no one worried or cowered from him, as he was simply content to walk among the bachelors as one of them. to BE a bachelor stallion. He snorted at the thought of the other herds, and if you ask him, he will tell you he was born a bachelor stallion.

First came his 17th year, the year when the Bachelors shed their colt titles and become stallions. This was the catalyst for Brutus’s hatred of mares. Because per the ceremony, when he turned seventeen, he was allowed to name a mare to mount. However the only mares who resided in the herd at the time were either too young, or too frail to withstand his hefty weight. What was first relief for the mares, turned into an opportunity to taunt him, and when he was alone, the broods would whisper about how he wasn’t a real Bachelor stallion because of this. What had been mild disgust for the opposite gender morphed into full loathing, and when he turned twenty, he applied as guard, and during his ceremonial watch, he made sure none of those broods opened their whore mouths about him again, beating on within an inch of her life. There has since been no incidents between he and the broods. 

He spends most of his time doing hard jobs for the herd such as moving fallen trees, damming streams, chasing off larger predators, and wading deep waters. When he is not doing such things to keep busy, he is generally scowling at some place or other or stomping flowers. He also hates all small things such as foals, small animals, or small horses.</sub>

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