Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 17:57:35 GMT -7
Name: Indiana
Gender: Mare
Breed: Paint Horse
Age: Four
Arrived in MUSTANG: Winter, Year Seven
Coat Color: Grullo Overo. Four white socks and a blaze down left side of face only. click
Height: 15.2
Eye Color: Amber
Personality: Long story short, Indie isn't scared of you. It doesn't matter if you're a mare or a stallion, she'll take you on without a thought, and do a good job of it too. While she may not actively seek out violence, she's smart enough to know when she sees an easy target and will take advantage of it if the opportunity arises. In her mind, if you're dumb enough to make yourself vulnerable, you deserve whatever you let others do to you. While this mindset has gotten her into a few scrapes in her time, she certainly isn't malicious: she has a strong sense of justice, while it may not be 100% correctly aligned, she has, and will often respond passionately to something she deems as unjust.
Despite her attitude, she is not unfriendly. She enjoys the company of strong females, and while she doesn't appreciate the submission and cowardice some of them show, she will behave defensively over the weaker equines in her care. She sees most males as troublemakers, annoyances, always trying to prove themselves with badly-executed displays of strength, and often itches to show them a thing or two when she sees a male with an inflated ego. She is, for the most part, loyal, but her trust has to be earned. Once given, she will be a reliable source of company and camaraderie, being both emotionally and physically strong. She would, one day, like to have a family of her own, with a mate who will be her equal, not her superior, and would happily spend time with anybody who would treat her this way. She's likely to avoid having a foal, because she won't consider herself a maternal figure, but will, in fact, be an adequate mother.
History: Indiana was born to a small herd of nomadic mares, who would make a regular circuit around the lands. They planned their pace to the seasons, so that they were in the correct place to match their needs. Every year or so, a few mares would be chosen to head to the breeding lands while the rest of the females waited nearby. It wasn't always the kindest process - not all of the mares wanted foals, some thought themselves too young or too old, but when the time came, they had the choice of producing a new generation to continue the herd, or being expelled from the group. One year, a young mare, born in the group only two years prior, was sent to be bred. She was reluctant. While young, she wasn't stupid, and was fully aware of the complications that came with carrying a foal as young as she was. Nevertheless, she was successful and later birthed a pretty young foal, who she named Indiana. While the birth was difficult, Indiana's mother got through it with only a touch of weakness that lasted a few months.
For three years, Indiana travelled with them; watched as they accepted independent mares and took in the damaged, meek little things that seemed to seek them out each year. Indiana thought they were pathetic, and would much rather spend time with the more dominant females, lest she accidentally say something to hurt the weaker mares feelings. Things went on much the same as they always had; until the late autumn of Indiana's third year. She was taken aside by the lead mare, as she had seen many mares be over the years, and told that it was her turn to continue the herd with a new generation of foals. She hadn't protested, though she had felt like doing so - she had seen when the mares did that, when they begged and argued and sometimes even wept. Indiana wouldn't shame herself that way. She simply nodded, head held high, and later that night, crept away from the herd while the rest of the mares were sleeping.
Her desire not to be bred was overwhelming; she had seen the results of a stallion's brutality on other mares and wanted no part in that. She found foals to be an annoyance, and couldn't fathom the idea of some strange male's young following her about until it was old enough to leave her alone. So she left, without a word and barely a glance cast toward her mother: now six years old and expecting her second youngster. She misses them terribly, still, even after a year spent wandering, and longs to find a herd that she will enjoy and that will allow her her independence.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: So far, eight.
What do you suggest we do next/improve?:Nothing that I can see right now.
Where did you find us?: Linked through another site.
What would you like to be called?: seven
Gender: Mare
Breed: Paint Horse
Age: Four
Arrived in MUSTANG: Winter, Year Seven
Coat Color: Grullo Overo. Four white socks and a blaze down left side of face only. click
Height: 15.2
Eye Color: Amber
Personality: Long story short, Indie isn't scared of you. It doesn't matter if you're a mare or a stallion, she'll take you on without a thought, and do a good job of it too. While she may not actively seek out violence, she's smart enough to know when she sees an easy target and will take advantage of it if the opportunity arises. In her mind, if you're dumb enough to make yourself vulnerable, you deserve whatever you let others do to you. While this mindset has gotten her into a few scrapes in her time, she certainly isn't malicious: she has a strong sense of justice, while it may not be 100% correctly aligned, she has, and will often respond passionately to something she deems as unjust.
Despite her attitude, she is not unfriendly. She enjoys the company of strong females, and while she doesn't appreciate the submission and cowardice some of them show, she will behave defensively over the weaker equines in her care. She sees most males as troublemakers, annoyances, always trying to prove themselves with badly-executed displays of strength, and often itches to show them a thing or two when she sees a male with an inflated ego. She is, for the most part, loyal, but her trust has to be earned. Once given, she will be a reliable source of company and camaraderie, being both emotionally and physically strong. She would, one day, like to have a family of her own, with a mate who will be her equal, not her superior, and would happily spend time with anybody who would treat her this way. She's likely to avoid having a foal, because she won't consider herself a maternal figure, but will, in fact, be an adequate mother.
History: Indiana was born to a small herd of nomadic mares, who would make a regular circuit around the lands. They planned their pace to the seasons, so that they were in the correct place to match their needs. Every year or so, a few mares would be chosen to head to the breeding lands while the rest of the females waited nearby. It wasn't always the kindest process - not all of the mares wanted foals, some thought themselves too young or too old, but when the time came, they had the choice of producing a new generation to continue the herd, or being expelled from the group. One year, a young mare, born in the group only two years prior, was sent to be bred. She was reluctant. While young, she wasn't stupid, and was fully aware of the complications that came with carrying a foal as young as she was. Nevertheless, she was successful and later birthed a pretty young foal, who she named Indiana. While the birth was difficult, Indiana's mother got through it with only a touch of weakness that lasted a few months.
For three years, Indiana travelled with them; watched as they accepted independent mares and took in the damaged, meek little things that seemed to seek them out each year. Indiana thought they were pathetic, and would much rather spend time with the more dominant females, lest she accidentally say something to hurt the weaker mares feelings. Things went on much the same as they always had; until the late autumn of Indiana's third year. She was taken aside by the lead mare, as she had seen many mares be over the years, and told that it was her turn to continue the herd with a new generation of foals. She hadn't protested, though she had felt like doing so - she had seen when the mares did that, when they begged and argued and sometimes even wept. Indiana wouldn't shame herself that way. She simply nodded, head held high, and later that night, crept away from the herd while the rest of the mares were sleeping.
Her desire not to be bred was overwhelming; she had seen the results of a stallion's brutality on other mares and wanted no part in that. She found foals to be an annoyance, and couldn't fathom the idea of some strange male's young following her about until it was old enough to leave her alone. So she left, without a word and barely a glance cast toward her mother: now six years old and expecting her second youngster. She misses them terribly, still, even after a year spent wandering, and longs to find a herd that she will enjoy and that will allow her her independence.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: So far, eight.
What do you suggest we do next/improve?:Nothing that I can see right now.
Where did you find us?: Linked through another site.
What would you like to be called?: seven
I'm still Splashs on there!
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