gaza
Gaza knows what it’s like to have large hooves. His father’s size made him rather awkward and klutzy as a colt, with large hooves and spindly legs, he didn’t grow into this dashingly handsome ex-prince until he was almost an adult. Even then, his mind hasn’t caught up. Not truly. All thoughts of responsibility fly out the window, as if he were a twenty eight year old still working part time and living in his parent’s basement. But he’s a very pleasant bum, jovial and kind-hearted, so there hasn’t really been a reason to kick him out of said basement. Plus he pitches in around the house every so often.
Lately, Gaza has been seeing more folks similar to his size, though he’s never gone up and introduced himself as one of the ‘big boned club.’ He might be on the smaller end, as the Percheron in him was tempered by the fine-boned, delicate Akhal Teke and instead of a heavy coat, he has a lighter, far more shiny one. It’s a bit of an odd look, considering he only has a sprinkling of dark feathers at his hocks, but it is distinctly Gaza, and only a child of Vanquish and Yael could look thus (you know, except for his three other full siblings).
Honestly, the flashing lights and warning beeps would attract Gaza far more quickly than if the large mare stood quietly by herself, like she is now. She is only slightly larger than he is, but he doesn’t have to look up at her, or, like most others, down at her. She may or may not have noticed a big, black lawn mower lingering around, chomping up the choicest, sweetest bits of fresh spring grass. That’s him. That’s Gaza. As he comes up for air, golden eyes glance around to see if anything exciting is happening, and his gaze lands on the other hulking beast in his vicinity. After he swallows his last mouthful, Gaza turns in her direction and ambles over, greeting her with a friendly nicker and cheerful twinkle in his eye. “Hello there. Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
Ah, yes. The ‘ol weather chit-chat. Gaza has much to learn.
vanquish x yael