Cori of the I C E

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My name is Cori no Chokoku but you can call me Cori
I was born centuries ago but my true age is five winters
I am a stallion made of ice as my name suggests
I stand 15.2hh above the icy ground
In my blood runs Arabian and Thoroughbred
If you looked at me you would see a steel gray stallion with icy blue eyes and no markings
I like to see myself as a stallion with morals, like a knight. Yes, that’s a good word for me. A knight or a paladin. I always fight for the cause of good and will never let evil seduce me with their honey coated lies, even if it does seem the easier way. I am noble, brave but also a little bit stubborn. I tend to do things the way I want to and ignore anyone who tries to tell me differently, even if their way is easier. However I will do exactly as I’m told by my superior if I feel like listening, which is most often.

As I stated earlier I was born centuries ago and yet my age is only five icy winters. How can that be? Well, for this to be understood we have to go back to a time when the Dark ruled the land and precious few Lights even tried to fight against their cruelty. This was before the gods imprisoned them in their lands and they became the Cursed. In this dark time I was a young headstrong colt who wanted nothing more than the glory of war but I had no idea what it took to actually kill a horse. I started off in a rebel bachelor herd making occasional raids on the Dark herds and before I knew it I was a commander of an elite legion of soldiers training for the war against the Darks. I was the most powerful, the most dominant and yet I was the kindest. I saw light in every soul and found it so very hard to kill the evil when they attacked because I could see that with a little work and understanding they could become just like us. Good. That was what got me killed.

It was a simple skirmish in the Dark lands. I was leading a small group of soldiers for a concentrated strike in the heart of the territory that could have ended the war but it didn’t. Instead I was dealt a killing blow by a Dark mare who I saw light in. She had a family, children and a mate. She knew love and yet she killed me without a second thought. As I lay dying my blood pooling around me triggered a instinct that I had felt many times. Self preservation. But this was different from those times in the battlefield when I had chosen myself over a wounded comrade. This was something much deeper, much more powerful. And as I watched my blood turned to water and in the freezing air that water turned to ice. Before I could comprehend what was happening I was part of a frozen waterfall in the Cursed lands and my mind was in a comatose state.

Centuries later warm filled the Cursed lands and the waterfall melted, drawing me out of my preserved state and back into my true form. I left the Cursed lands before anyone could know I was there and now I’m in the army of good and this time I will finish what I started. The Darks will be brought down and the world will come to peace once again.

My power is something strange but somehow so normal to me. I can form ice out of the water in the air. Unbreakable, indestructible ice that forms my armour. Also, deep in my mind is that survival tactic that is the reason I’m here now, my ability to turn into water or ice to save myself in a desperate situation.