My Soldiers

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Name: Ivanhoe
Gender: stallion
Breed: Arabian
Genetics: EE/aa
Age: 4
Arrived in Tethra: Spring, Year 1
Coat Color: Coal black
Height: 15.1
Eye Color: black

Personality: Valiant, mysterious, charming, chivalrous, and warrior all rolled into one dark specimen. He's not perfect and has his downfalls especially when he thinks he has failed or no chance at something he longs to do. He may give up sometimes, but he never forgets what he was taught and vows never to be like his father. Under his coal black coat are scars that cut deep into his heart and this leads to times where he will walk endlessly trying to get the past out of his mind. Somethings he is too stubborn to give up and at times it has gotten him into trouble, but he never let his honor down.

History: He was born to a loving mother and strict father. They taught him everything he knows, but they lived different then the other herds in his land. They went by rules that Ivanhoe thought ridiculous and old age. He had two sisters who were older and a brother who was younger. From the minute he could walk Ivanhoe learned his father had arranged what stallions his sister's would go to and that he would follow the same way and wait until a mare was chosen for him. Ivanhoe didn't like it, but he kept quiet and planned some way to get out of it. Then when a passing herd of rouge stallions came by Ivanhoe left with them, but not without a strict lecture and words that cut into his soul from his father and tears from his mother and younger brother. He bid them farewell and told his brother that someday he could find a way out if he wanted to. It hurt him to leave those he loved, but he wouldn't let a mare be subject to someone who wouldn't love her the way he thought it should be. He would have taken care of her, but he thought he would never come to care for her as if he loved her. He left to start a new life and found Mustang hoping one day his brother would find it too.

Name: Tauriel
Gender: mare
Breed: QH and Mustang cross.
Genetics: EE/aa
Age:
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year 1
Coat Color: charcoal black
Height: 15.3 hands
Eye Color: Brown

Personality: She was raised to be tough and to trust only those who have proven themselves to you. Because of this she keeps her guard up and rarely lets anyone get close to her especially another stallion. Underneath the guard is a mare who wishes to be cherished and a need to be loved. In her past she was pushed away, let down and torn inside from different members in her herd and one stallion. She only lets her guard down for foals since she doesn't want any foal to go through what she did. She does have quick reflexes and can be fierce if she is antagonized or her or her friends are threatened.

History: I was born into a herd that was divided on their feelings of me and trust was a dream. My mother had been taken by a rough rogue stallion as a young mare from a QH ranch and when she reached 3 he didn't give her a choice or say in the matter of bearing a foal and months later I was born. But before then the rogue stallion had been killed in a fight with another stallion and fearing for herself and her unborn foal my mother searched for a herd that would accept a mare like her. She found one and hope grew as they accepted her and she felt she had a home, but quickly was that feeling destroyed when I was born. She had kept quiet and when she had started to show she would keep away from the others and like other mares went off to have me by herself. When she returned to the herd some were happy, but others didn't like the idea of a rogue foal especially the lead stallion since he had begun to like my mother. They didn't kick her out, but the feeling of trust started to decline and once I was a yearling my mother often took me away to teach me how to defend myself since she had a feeling I would be bullied by those who disliked me. She also told me to never trust anyone unless they took you as you were with all your faults and have proven themselves to you. I grew into a sleek well fit mare and caught they eye of the stallions who hadn't been kicked out yet and those passing through our lands. For this I was ridiculed from others saying I was 'trouble' and 'darkness' offspring' and some would pretend to be friends with me then talk behind my back and some of the stallions would shove me around, but they didn't do that for long because I developed quick reflexes and could fight better than the best stallion. Soon the older ones got tired of this and went to the lead stallion complaining to him about me. I had just turned three when the lead stallion came to me and kicked me out with most of the herd, but a few backing him. My mother pleaded with the stallion, but he wouldn't budge and told me if I didn't leave he wouldn't protect my mother from other stallions anymore. I couldn't let my mother go through that again so I said goodbye to her and left looking for a place to wait for another herd to come by. She fought away other stallions not wanting her mothers fate to be hers and had a distrust for them because of the lead stallion. She took her mothers advice to heart and became a guarded mare who hardly laughed or smiled and felt no joy, but deep down inside a little spark of hope needs someone with wisdom to nurture it into a flame of love and desire.

Sample Post: Tauriel was sick of traveling and having no place to call home or anyone to call friend. Ever since saying goodbye to her mother she'd been roaming the wilds of this new land hoping to stumble upon someone who'd at least take her in for a few days so she'd be safe from predators of all kinds. So far she hadn't run into any wild animals or other rouge horses and she felt somewhat relieved and somewhat unsure if she was even heading somewhere populated or if she was destined to roam till she died.

She'd begun to give up hope and decided she'd continue to roam no matter what. The longer she traveled the more she hoped her mother was happier in that herd. One day she hoped to see her again, but knew that would be a long time in coming. The summer sun beat down on her black coat and she hoped she could find some water soon or she didn't know if she could continue much farther. This land was new to her so she didn't know the ins and outs of it like her homeland. She stopped her pace and sniffed the air her ears pricked forward. She picked up the pace as she smelt water in the distance. When she reached the watering hole she took a drink and then stepped in to cool off and rest before continuing. She hoped she could find someplace to rest for the night. It would be getting dark soon and there was no sign of a herd anywhere.