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Since his birth, Oranbás was trained and conditioned to become a vessel that would make his kin proud. His parents composed of powerful, cold, ruthless kalona, with strong pedigree's from impressive lineages, that for generations had produced fighters for their herd. With such a prestigious line of work, came the intensity's of discipline and molding to make the epitome of a perfect warrior of death. There would be no defiance, or disrespect tolerated, of any kind, for the punishment dealt would make rebelling of any fashion stifled before it festered into a bad habit. Family honor was valued above all else, and the teachings and traditions that were held afloat for centuries.

Even as a colt, Oranbás endured rigorous training, and was placed on the unwavering pedestal of high expectations. While most foals might be learning to fight in the form of play, he was taught with structure and intensive lessons. There was no time for fun and games, no he could savor that feeling once he'd proven himself a worthy and acceptable member of his family. For while he was just a simple child, he was nothing more than clay needing to be pummeled into submission and carved into a masterpiece.

With the beginnings of his life solely focused bettering himself and preparing for what he should become in the future, the young male didn't create any means of relations with those his own age. Friends, acquaintances, not even enemies... asides from those who might envy the advantage he was gaining in the prowess towards being a force to reckon with. Everyday his mind was influenced further, and further, where his own opinions and thoughts were cast aside and muffled for what was implanted in its place; like poison ivy rooted to paralyze any sort of free thinking. Should anything organic of his own try to crop up in its stead, the vines would curl, and wind, and suffocate the very seed that challenged its presence with a venomous embrace. He was convinced that this was how he should think, that what he was taught and told was how he should be, that he was only a child who knew nothing of the world and had no place to speak against the wisdom of those who did. And so Oranbás did.

The magnificent specimen that Oranbás had become did not go unnoticed amongst the herd, and ranks. He excelled beautifully in combat, and was able to prove himself a valuable asset. With the demonstrations of loyalty, respect, and power, the stallion was able to find himself a spot at the Protector's side. It was the greatest honor he could have hoped to achieve, and one he took with great seriousness, and pride. His family was pleased to have one of their own as a representation of their strength... their elitist natures stroked and inflated from the feats their child made. To have others oozing with jealousy was the most rich of desserts for the meticulous family.

But even with their extensive training, efforts, and energy placed fully into Oranbás, they so clearly stunted him in the abilities of socializing and forming bonds with others. The stallion hadn't been permitted to associate or converse with others outside of the small group that were directly blood related, and was thus not placed into the presence of various situations, or personality's. Ergo, the male did not gain a grasp of understanding others, or showing any means of consideration, or sympathy . Emotions were a sign of weakness, something that was to be crushed from an early age, so that they would not hinder his growth and the fate already etched into his future.

Once on his own, to serve under the Protector, the warrior found himself completely ignorant to the art of engaging with those who were his fellow comrade's. The male was silent, stoic, and obedient, his deep baritone voice a rarity to hear, unless instigated or demanded. His only means of approaching and initiation conversation with others was on the topic of duty, or relaying what he was told to.

He was a puppet, a warrior's armor, numb with no soul within. He simply went through the movements, followed the strings that pulled him, and did as he was told. For his life was only meant to be used for the good of his family, and the good of his herd. An empty doll, given purpose, without freedom to even consider being alive.