Delilah // Finished

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Name: Delilah
Gender: Female
Breed: Appaloosa x Quarter Horse x Andalusian xXx Paint Horse x Clydesdale x Thoroughbred x Arabian
Genetics: EE/Aa/DD/nCR/ZZ/Sb1/nLP/nPATN2
Age: 4 years
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 9
Coat Color: Sabino Silver Dapple Dunskin Blanket
Markings:Socks on all four reaching up to mid cannon bone, ragged star w/ interrupted strip
Mane/Tail: Both mane and tail are long with small curls, almost silver except for the black hairs that are cloaked underneath.
Height: 16 Hands
Build: Large rounded hips, lean body that is well muscled. She also has a slightly dished face
Eye Color: Pale Green with flecks of blue around the pupil

Personality:
Flirty, stubborn, rebel, self-centered, bipolar, unable to love others well

History:
Delilah grew up in a small harem of only her father, mother, and a few other mares. They were always on the run from something. No one exactly knew what, but her father kept pressing them on for miles. As she aged, her defiance for moving for grew and grew, soon she left her family with an older colt to find their own home permanently.

The two young horses found shelter and a land they thought was all their own. Delilah and the stallion lived their for two seasons, spring coming to them quickly. As spring began and thrived, so did something else. A herd. In the distance, Delilah always listened to the faint sounds of others as they grew closer by the weeks. She was newly pregnant and her nerves were on edge.

One day the herd made it to their sanctuary, and a brute of stag met them full force. Fighting broke out between the two stallions and soon Delilah's love was left in the dirt and she being taken by the strange horses. She lived with them under tight rein by the leader who seemed to claim her until it came closer to fall and her pregnancy was apparent. He kicked her to the bottom of the totem pole, her life getting seemingly worse by the day.

As fall came, the colorful mare knew something was wrong, her time came to give birth to new life. It was hours before she finally ended the painful and lengthily labor. As she stood up, to her dismay the foal was stillborn. For days she stood by her dead foal, thinking of how it was the last thing left of her first love, and how she lost her first baby. She grew angry and upset, leaving the herd she was forced to live in, behind.

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