The lone white stallion stumbled slowly through an open field while white hooves tapped lightly at the ground searching for anything that could trip him up. He was own a mission of his own, for some reason the Gods had decided to torment him and Kyrone felt he could no longer bear their cruel jokes. So he stumbled along towards a small cliff he knew was near.
It wasn't large, but it was deep enough it could do the job he intended for it.
He was unmissable stumbling along in the sunshine with his pristine white coat peppered in orange and rainbow sparkles with a peach colored planet stamped on his rump. A tri-colored bright mane whipped about in the breeze brushing across his neck, his equally bright tail drug along the ground behind him.
Kyrone was a tiny stallion, standing a hand shorter than your average mare with a thin build. As a foal his growth had been stunted by a viper that had managed to slid into his basket.
That hadn't been the only damage to the young stallion though.
Sightless eyes stared out at everything, and yet saw nothing. His world was darkness, always darkness.
Still, this he could have lived with, but being an outcast within his own family he couldn't. He was the freak, everyone feared that their own foals would turn out like him ... disfigured like him. No they never said it out loud ... at least not when they thought he could hear, but he had heard them and felt it rolling of them in waves.
The earth changed under his hooves all to quickly and he felt his way to the very edge before peering over the side. It was a useless gesture, he couldn't see how far he had to fall but that didn't matter.
With a final flick of his tail he took a step back and prepared his body to leap.
