Post by bruiser147 on Nov 16, 2011 10:40:01 GMT -5
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[/color]TOBIAS MATTHEWS![/i][/color][/color][/font]I guess that you saw what nobody could see
the good and the bad and the things in between
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i'm sending you away tonight, put you on a bird's strong wing
and i forget, how fragile are the very strong
This is Tobias Matthews, also known as Toby. He's a four year old pegasus who follows the alliance of the Incarnates, and has the element of Air. He's a novice with the power of Air Mask to start out with, though he's been practising every day. He's easy to spot at sixteen hands even, with a malnourished thoroughbred build and a dappled bay pelt covered with scars. His wings are a mottled brown as well, though one is a little crooked due to an injury as a foal. He has hazel-green eyes and wears the amythest necklace of the male incarnates, having never been given the amber necklace that denotes his race.
Toby was abused as a foal, having been left in the custody of his father after his mother died. His father used his power over air to physically abuse the young colt whenever he became angered, leaving whiplike scars over his back and slash marks down his withers and flanks. At one point, he even cut partway through the tendon on one of the young boys wings, leaving it crooked and nearly cripped - Tobias still has trouble in flight due to this injury, even though it's healed now.
This abuse has led to the stallion being very timid around others, unwilling to upset people and extremely eager to please. He'd never raise a hoof to another living being, and has an extremely low self-esteem due to additional mental and emotional abuse from his father. He believes he's not worthy of love, that he's a mutt, and that he's worthless due to the constant belittling of his father. He's pansexual, meaning that he will love people unconditionally - it won't matter to him what their gender, breed, or alliance, just their personality. This can be a trap sometimes - he's easily misled and taken advantage of if someone sets their mind to it.
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Do you remember the one you used to know?
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[/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/quote]He sat in art class, curled up into the windowsill that had become a habitary seat for him. There was a ragged ache in his chest, a place that felt like there was a hole in it, and he knew exactly what was causing it. Kolt wasn't in class again - he couldn't sneak peaks at him, or sketch him, or even long for the courage to approach him and try to make things better.when he thought about it, he realized that he hadn't seen kolt since that day in the dorms with Ethan. He shuddered at just the thought of that day, thanked god that Ethan had moved away - only to be replaced by another willing to abuse his submissive nature.
He curled himself back further into the windowsill at the thought of nyk. The larger male who'd become his boyfriend scared him, with how unexpectedly he would punish him for wrongdoings. He wasn't allowed to talk when Nyk used him for pleasure, instead choking back the pleading sobs of pain and trying to keep the tears from falling down his face. He tried to be good, tried to do things right for the junior, but it seemed he messed up everything up, he was always tripping and falling flat on his face so that everything turned out wrong. Just like at home.
His eyes darted back to the sketchbook he'd been doodling in at the thought of home, biting his lip. He had to go home for Christmas - his father insisted. It would mean disappearing from school for the length of vacation, since he was required to go home immediately after the last bell rang. There would be a tiny plastic tree set up, courtesy of Angel, and maybe the house would be straightened up a little because sometimes relatives stopped by. There would be yelling, and beatings, and things thrown. He would be forced into the same corner he had occupied since he was a child, to watch Angel open what presents he got. If he were quiet enough and didn't move, he might be allowed to watch tv, although there was always the chance that he would be dragged out of the corner in the middle of the movie because he'd done something wrong.
He gave a soft sigh before doodling again, sketching the grinch with angel wings wrapped around him, sheltering his too-small heart as he stood on the cliff looking over Whoville. How the Grinch Stole Christmas had always been one of his favorite movies - if he were allowed to choose a movie to watch, he knew it would be that one. He didn't know why he loved it so much - it had just always been his favorite. "I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need..." He sang softly to himself as he drew, his characteristic stutter disappearing when he sang. His voice was soft, melodic - he rarely sang aloud however, only when he was truly lost in a drawing and didn't notice the world around him, like he was lost now.
TAGGED ?! Charlotte North
OUTFIT ?! here
MUSE ?! high
NOTES ?! aww toby<3
CREDIT ?! post & coding to bruiser147 of caution 2.0. lyrics to "where are you christmas" by faith hill.
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