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Nashimel was born one of twenty to a great king in a far off empire in another plane of existence. His mother Emili was one of the many wives of his father, Nashimel being her first and only child. He was the youngest of all his half-siblings, all colts - at least from what he could see. His time with his mother, however brief, were the best moments of the young sons' life. He spent his early days lounging within the walls of the kings' abode surrounded by art and comforts that the commoners could never fathom. He was spoiled by Emili who had grown bored of the company of the other wives, pouring all her time and energy into her child. Nashimel played with his young half-brothers, chasing one another in the contained flower fields and rolling in the grass. He was a bird in a gilded cage, and he was happy. However, once he and his brothers turned one he met his father the king for the first time. The powerful stallion came with a entourage containing servant and his older brothers, the group ferrying the weaned colts deeper into the castle. It would be two years before Nashimel saw his mother again.
The Pit became his new home, a place where the sons of the king trained for a higher purpose. They spent days sparring with warriors and nights under the tutelage of teachers. His life became a dizzying blur of every type of education. He learned of his father's exploits, the empire that he was so privileged to be apart of. He built an infallible image of the king, a divine being that was apart of him. Everyday the king would watch the progress of his sons, Nashimel trying his best to impress the mysterious figure. The young son became a perfectionist, trying to be the best and brightest of the sons. He would outright challenge his older siblings to tests of strength and cunning. Nashimel would not win all, but for the brief moments he would he would bask in the approval of his father. He became addicted to success and bettering himself, and it began his downfall.
At three he was placed in charge of a legion of the king, and like his brothers was sent to the fringes of the empire to further their territory. Nashimel fought alongside his warriors, wanting them to reach their own perfection in the art of war. Although, no matter how many victories he had, the tales of his brothers exploits fueled his jealousy. Wishing for more power he gained the help of a shaman who told him of the powers of old. He sought them through rituals and pleas, and the ruinous powers came to him. They bestowed upon him and his legion the power to fell their enemies with sound, and with this newfound strength Nashimel returned to his king. However, he had become corrupted and his father and brothers looked upon him with dismay. Wanting to be the only heir to his father's kingdom Nashimel killed one if his brothers with his power of sound. Before he could turn on the others the rest of his brothers joined the fray to put a stop to the king's wayward son. Nashimel fought against his kin, but was eventually brought to his knees, his horn broken from the fight.
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