Name: Master Thomas
Gender:Male
Race:Draft horse
The large horse brought warmth into any room he was in, his strong form belying his gentle but firm nature, he rarely wore much due to his upbringing in the wilds of the plains, he was sent out of his tribe when he came of age, expected to find a mate of his own and start a tribe. He was toned but not muscular, his body strong through work rather than a repetitious work-out regiment, the idea of wasting energy to just waste it seemed silly to him but he didn't understand much of these places, he had recently stumbled upon the hangout where he now currently is residing, a strange place where people get water dirty for no reason.
The large horse seemed focused and attentive when he saw someone or something that could possibly be anything other than grueling but usually his eyes seemed elsewhere and glazed with boredom. He was rather large and well-toned, ebony flesh rippling with strength and warmth, he oozed dominance and arrogance, rarely smiling but always smirking at seemingly nothing, he had an intoxicating musk that seemed to wrap around those he flirted with that never seemed to leave or even be masked, it was luckily very pleasant, having the same effect as a dull drug, lowering inhibitions but only that, he could never force another to do anything they didn't already want to. His cock is rather large to keep pace with his race, a thick ebony shaft with an occasional splash of color centered around the very tip, a deep crimson blotch against the tip of his crested meat.He has nipple piercings, two silver hoops and a cock stud.