Handler: Sean Atlon

Sexuality: Homosexual
Theme Song(s):  Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time
Voice: Jon Bellion

Pinterest Moodboard: X
Familiar/Pet: Ivan


XP Tracker: 10074 HS Huntsman's Tempest's Tracker

Disciplines: Dressage, Showjumping, XC
Quirks/Trivia: 
-Loves his bae named Dak (ref to be added)
-Seems to have minor ADHD
-Likes to kick the stall with his front hoof when it's feeding time 
-Crowned as "King of HS"
-Likes to stand in the rain a lot 
-Will steal your alcohol while you're not looking
-Very long and lengthy stride
-Excels at XC and Dressage 
-Basically a giant dog
-Favorite treat are his lil meat squares or peppermints (makes funny faces while eating them) 
-Falls asleep in the cross ties while getting hooves done

Personality:

Idiot: T seems to be the biggest idiot at HS, wether it be getting himself stuck somewhere or lost. But he's the biggest sweet heart idiot (Kinda)
Annoying: T can be a little  annoying at times, he might try and follow you around, scream for Dakath nonstop if he isn't there, or try and pick your pockets for treats.
Protective: T's very protective of the stable, and the staff. He'd die for his owner Sean if he had to.
Stubborn: At times, T's a little stubborn. He'll probably just lift his head while Sean's trying to put on his bridle, but is quickly reminded who his 'dad' is. And sometimes he just doesn't wanna step out of rain and Sean will send Alex out there to run after the stallion for 'training'. And same thing with trying to separate him from bae.
A little graceful: T wouldn't be the most graceful horse out there, but, he can be if he puts effort into his jumps.
WRECKS ALL THE SHIT: He also seems to wreck his shit when he tries to be epic  and show off. One time, Sean found him somehow in a tree.
Flighty:  T's flighty, not as in he runs from a fight, but he seems barely touch the ground when he runs.
Kindhearted:  T all in all is kindhearted, he'll literally give you a hug and try to help you when you try to pick his hooves! As in he tries to nip your butt. Pervert.

History:

Little T was born at the stable on a stormy night. Sean had cameras set up all around the sanctuary grounds, to keep an eye on all the horses. While knowing his mare, Pandora, was near her due date, he had put a baby monitor near her stall and on his nightstand. One night, he woke up to the mare being restless. The Irishman looked over at his husband, Ebony, who seemed to still be sleeping. Slightly groaning and rubbing his face, he went into his office to check the cameras, and shut off the baby monitor. Sure enough the mare was in labor. Sean grabbed his coat and walked outside into the storm, his dog named Ivan, followed.

He opened the large stall door and walked in. Pandora was being restless and was walking around her large stall and pawing at the ground. “Guess I got here a little early.” Sean muttered, rubbing his tired eyes, and Ivan licked his owner’s hand. The mare looked at him and seemed to pin her ears, disapproved of his tone. The Irishman couldn’t help but laugh at that.

An hour after Pan was paying and trying to settle, she finally laid down on her side. Sean slowly rose from his spot and sat next to his mare’s neck. “It’s gonna be alright, I promise,” he said with a small smile, and patted Pandora’s neck and started to pet her.

The labor wasn’t that horrible, Sean did have a little scare when the foal seemed a little too big, but everything turned out okay. The little foal turned out to be a seal bay roan colt with blue eyes, the colt’s eyes seemed to shine as bright as the lightning that was thunder outside. Just by looking at him, Sean knew he was going to be strong. He sat back as he watched Pandora clean her foal and let him nurse, Sean smiled seeing the little colt’s tail swish this way and that. 

The storm was still raging on outside, once and awhile thunder boomed, making the little colt jump, but not too much. Sean couldn’t help but remember the word tempest, meaning storm in latin. He had done research on latin words because of his Ballators. The Irishman decided to call the colt Tempest, or T for short. As everything went on, a proper name came to Sean’s head. “Huntsman’s Tempest, yeah, that has a nice ring to it.” He couldn’t help but let a tired smile cross his face.

After an hour or so, Sean found himself awake in Pandora’s foaling stall. He tried sitting up, but he found he was pinned by a large sleeping T on him. The Irishman laugh, and took his phone out, taking a picture and sending it to Ebony, who should have been awake by then.


T was a great little ray of sunshine to have around, just zooming everywhere, playing around, and just enjoying life. Once in awhile he’d get into trouble, like breaking into the treat room and eating all the sugar cubes. (Sean put a deadbolt on the door after that incident.) T soon learned his ability to use seidr. He tries multiple combos, until finally by accident he got a little out of control and shocked himself. The small foal was rushed to the hospital, and thankfully he was okay, but it left a nice mark on his rump.

At two years old, T was getting into a lot more trouble. Sean one day heard wild horse screaming, and found that his horse had flown himself into a tree. Mr. Idiot then earned a nice scar on his face from that little accident.

A couple months later, a new colt was brought in. No one could tell what color was because of how much he was caked in mud. His mane and tail were matted and also very dirty. The only thing you could see well were his bright blue eyes. Everything about him looked terrible. T was very curious about this new foal, and wanted to go greet him but was stopped by his father. “Just wait until Sean says it’s alright.” Mortis softly said the the roan colt. As the new foal walked, T could see him limping, badly. That night when T went in to sleep, Sean led him passed the stall where the new colt was. T could see that the foal was a white peafowl, and Sean had done research to confirm he was a Drakehest. The Irishman put the colt in the stable next to the new foal, and left to go to bed. The roan looked over at the other, seeing the colt’s ears slightly twitch. One of his legs was also wrapped and cared for, and multiple bandages were all over the colt’s body. T could also see patches of fur missing. What cruel place did this poor horse come from?

A couple days later, the other horse seemed to be responding well, and letting Sean and Ebony pet him and care for him without a problem. During some of the nights T had started to talk with him. The two seemed to be getting along fairly well with each other. And when it was time for the colt (now named Dak) to step outside himself, he was put in a paddock with T. The two would run around all day together playing games of tag and hide and seek. They didn’t really seem to care about the obvious size comparison, they were like two peas in a pod. 

By the time T was four years old, and Dakath three, they were inseparable. Both going as far to almost scream if they were separated, and then sharing one giant stall together. The roan stallion also kept the small white horse warm in the harsh winter nights. Life was well. 

T now at five years, he noticed things started to change. Everyone around the stable started to pack everything into boxes, until the stable looked almost empty and bland. A couple times around, he’d hear the staff throw around the word Hawaii. What was Hawaii? The stallion was curious about all of these new changes. Slowly, panic started to rise in him. Were Sean and Ebony going to sell the sanctuary?! And the horses?! The stallion swallowed his fear, everything was going to be fine, right?

Everything wasn’t okay, after a week. Everyone was off into trailers, large trucks, anything that could move horses of all different shapes and sizes. They traveled to a new area filled with big machines that took off into the air! T clung close to Dak as they soon were all loaded onto one of the flying machines. 

It was a long flight till they landed again. The warm air hit T with a blast as he walked out to find that they were at another airport. He stared around as he saw weird trees, that obviously weren’t evergreens. And soon again, they were on the road. He looked out the window as they passed places, even over water! He’d never seen such a big body of water in his life! Did this lake ever end like the small one at their old stable? After a few hours of driving, the trailer stopped again. T could hear the ocean waves splash against the sand as he was brought out of the trailer. It was so warm! As a breeze blew past, the stallion could help but lift his head into the refreshing wind as he walked onto the grass, and soon he saw a very large stable appear, with paddocks that seemed to run on for miles! It was just like at home, but bigger! The roan would have liked to run, but he was tired from the flight and the long drive. So instead, he was welcomed with sleeping in his new stall right next Dak. (Or there would be screaming)

That night, him and his cat bae had already found out how to open the stall doors, and snuck out for the first time at their new home to go exploring, and some of the other horses followed too. T quickly led them all to the beach and of course, Dak was stubborn about going into water. So T just pushed him right in. The stallion laughed as Dakath, soaked, hissed at him. And in return, he pushed Dak into the water again, and ran. Soon he heard a very, VERY cat horse chasing him! He looked back for a split second, and then felt himself collide with one of the trees. T fell to the ground, and right before he could get up, something dropped down and hit him in the head. Groaning, the stallion stood up again and looked at what hit him. He glared at it for a second and then crushed it with his hoof, to only be surprised that it only put a small dent in it. The roan growled, trying to walk away, only slip on the nut and fall on his face. “Ow…” He said softly, hearing Dakath laugh at his stupidity. 

After T finally got up without anything else happening, they all decided to go back home before Sean and Ebony found them gone. And somehow, the next day T didn’t wake up with any headaches or bruises! 

T is now probably running around being an idiot like always! But is probably more than likely training or swimming around in the ocean with Sean. But whatever he’s doing, let’s hope he’s being smart about it.
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