- mutt bred. 4 breeds.
- black stallion.
- age of death unknown.
- lived in death oasis.
- ranked as king.
- played by rayleigh.
- augustus x gold.
do we describe Octavian? Well, you could say he is cold, cruel, mean,
heartless and many other bad things. But that's only on the outside.
Don't judge him because he seems like a bad guy. Get to know him first.
Everyone should be given a chance, no matter what their alliance might
be, or what side they are on. It's unfair to those who are left behind,
and I'm sure you wouldn't want to feel that way. Everyone's heard it
once or twice, but don't judge a book by it's cover. That's exactly how
it is with Octavian. Underneath all the bad stuff, he's a good, gentle
man who just needs to be found. That part of him's been locked up since
he was but a mere little colt, young and naïve. He is a puzzle, you
might say, waiting to be solved. Or a lock without a key, that needs to
be opened and has a door leading you into the centre, where the heart
beats; the heart of someone just like you. Everyone's the same on the
inside, but you need to look closer to find that same person.
me tell you about my ebony boy. Sit back, relax and just listen. I'm
sure somewhere you'll find the reason he is like the way he is right
now. Or should I say...was?
Octavian was born about eleven years
ago. He was small, and a bit frail in the bones. But boy, was he
handsome! He loved to run, jump and play, and he was an overall happy
foal. But his mother, Gold, wasn't a happy mare. She was worried about
her high-ranking status within his father's herd. Augustus, was the
boy's sire's name. He was a good fellow, most of the time. But not all
the time. He had some troubles here and there, and everyone knew that.
But Gold, she didn't really like him for who he was. She had been given
the rank of Queen because Augustus knew that the foal inside would make a
fine heir or heiress. And "it" turned out to be a "he". Augustus
probably would've been glad, had he been around. Gold birthed Octavian
in Augustus' terra, and went searching for him the next day. But she
never found him. Well, she did, but it was only briefly, because Gold
feared for her firstborn's life. For reasons unknown she fled from the
terra after being defeated by another mare, and Augustus was never seen
again. For this, my shadowed knight hates his sire, and simply dismisses
him from his heritage.
Gold grew old over the years, and raised
Octavian well. She taught him everything he needed to know about being a
king, how to respect females, and many other things a colt should know.
She watched with pride and happiness as Octavian grew from a scruffy
colt to a handsome, sleek stud who would later go on to be the sire of
many foals. She was so proud when he got his first terra, and she even
lived with him for awhile. But as the years went by, Gold got weaker and
weaker, until finally she just couldn't hold on any longer. Recently
she died, at the astounding age of sixteen years. Well, not just
recently, she died when my boy was about five years of age.
missed her very much, but he eventually got over her, and was able to
move on. He met Prophacy, a lovely sorrel and white female who captured
his heart instantly. He fell for her, head over heels, and he could not
stop from tumbling down, sinking deeper and deeper in love with her. He
was entranced by her beauty, her movements, her everything. They met at a
death, actually. The death of a stallion, by the name of Fire. He was
hard to kill, but they succeeded eventually. They? Yes, Octavian,
Zigzag, Zero, Lindt, Dementia, Rebellion Force, and of course, Prophacy.
That day was one the three amigos will never forget, because that was
the day they met the females that would stick by them through thick and
thin. All except maybe Lindt, who was loving, but sometimes unfaithful.
But this isn't about her, or Zigzag. This is about Octavian and
The couple soon began to see more and more of each
other every day, and they could not get enough of each other. They
finally confessed their love for one another, and it was a happy, happy
day when they did. Soon after, Prophacy became pregnant with one of
Octavian's first foals. His second, to be exact. It was a male, I
believe. The name I cannot recall, for there are many colts my legendary
male has sired, plus many more. Octavian went on to sire eighteen more,
giving him a total of twenty. How many grandchild he's got, I haven't a
clue. Great-grandchildren are simply out of the question. His sons have
not yet bred, nor have they found their true love. But I know they will
someday, they just have to wait for her to come along and knock them
off their feet.
Octavian mourned and mourned for days, weeks and
even months, even after all this happiness had come to him. But he,
too, noticed he was growing old, weak and frail. He knew his time was
coming, and so did everyone else. He didn't want to go, but he knew he
had to someday, sooner or later. And it turned out to be sooner, because
one day, he simply fell to his knees, his body just too weak to go on.
He was attacked, by some sort of desert lion. He was able to shake the
animal away and the thing never came back. But soon, everyone was
gathered about the ebony stallion who lay weak and helpless upon the
ground. He was sinking, freefalling, deeper and deeper into the dark
abyss of death, and he simply could not stop himself.
worried; where was his mate, his lifelong love, the apple of his eye,
Prophacy? She was coming, and then there she was, laying down right next
to him, and he was happier then ever, even knowing he was about to sink
into perpetual darkness forever, never to return again. He snuggled
with the two-toned female who had been loyal and faithful to him,
through thick and thin, and had bore only his children. Oh, how he loved
her so! He wanted to see her one last time, and his wish had been
granted. He whispered into her ear, soothing her. I do recall him
"Oh, Prophacy. I'm so glad you're here. I want to tell
you I love you, I always will. I feel my end drawing closer and closer.
I simply cannot hold on any longer. I do not want to leave you, but
alas I must. I am losing my sight, my hearing, and my bones are becoming
frail. I cannot live like this any longer. I will go tonight, and I
want you and all of our family to be there with me, so I will feel no
He sobbed and sobbed, not wanting to leave his love
behind. But little did he know they would die together. Prophacy died
before him, and his friends and family let him go. His eyelids fluttered
shut, and a great sigh was heaved, his last on earth. He drifted lazily
into a deep, deep slumber, one that he would never awaken from. The
last thing I remember putting into his mind was that he was sailing,
drifting away on a cloud, going higher and higher into the sky. And
soon, Prophacy was there, waiting for him. Silently, they walked with
each other, and knew instantly they were in a better place.
my dear Octavian, may you rest in peace forever. May you sail the
deepest oceans, climb the highest mountains, and fly to the highest of
heights. May you love everyone you meet in heaven, and may you not
forget us. Because, my good friend, we will not forget you. Your legend
will live on forever, and no one will forget you, I promise you that.
Live happily, and remember, you are in a better place.
Mimi, Angel, and everyone else at Mist Meadows.