Eleven

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Name: Eleven
Gender: Mare
Breed: [Shire x Belgian] x [Belgian x Lithuanian Draft]
Genetics: ee/AA/Dd/nZ/nF
Age: 6
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 11
Coat Color: Liver Dun
Height: 16.3
Eye Color: Dark Blue

Personality: Quiet, reserved, stoic, kind, unsure, dependent
History:
Eleven wasn't born as she is today, both in name and personality. When she was born her mother had called her Carie and she was the typical playful, adventurous child. She'd explore and play have with all the other foals. Yet this wasn't meant to last for the uniquely colored filly. She was born to a herd of horses owned by a family of hard handed and hard hearted humans, and her first lesson of their potential cutely when she was barely four months old. Driven into a small pen with all the other mares and foals she and the other children were each roped and torn from their mother's sides. Their first experience wasn't over with just that however and soon the truly frightening part began. Each foal in was thrown to the ground and branded, the glowing hot irons held to their bodies twice causing each to struggle and scream in pain. Eleven later learned that each brand was different, a large number on their cheek and then a brand that identified them as their master's on their hip. It was that number brand on her cheek that gave her her new name. The humans didn't particularly care to name their horses and foals so they simply called them by the numbers, and Carie became simply Eleven.

Her owners quickly discovered that Eleven was especially curious and adventurous and both of these traits were things they didn't want. They wanted her to be a good steady draft horse, one they could make high step and pull a cart for a show but come home and work a plow all day and all night without falter, and having a horse too interested in anything else would not be acceptable. So they began to "correct" this flaw in the filly. Every time she would want to stop and see something new or explore she would be quickly corrected by either a fist, whip or swift kick. This continued for years, and as she got older things got more and more severe. As a still growing two year old she was introduced to both bit and harness things didn't get easier for the dun mare.

While she had learned her lessons from her younger years, and had a certain insipidity to her, that just wasn't enough to please the masters any more. They didn't want her to act on her curiosities or play, but they wanted her to appear so full of life at times. This was especially difficult for the young mare knowing what the right answer was, because she was still trying, part of her still cared and wanted to please them. Those feelings, and just the fact she continued to try lasted until she was three. There was an exceptionally cruel boy that lived with the humans that enjoyed going into the pens to do everything he could to work the horses into as big of a frenzy as possible, finding pleasure in the chaos, pain and confusion he was able to create. During these episodes, Eleven had always tried to stay as far from him and the other horses as possible, but one such instance after the boy had gotten the others galloping in the small pen, bouncing off the fences and each other, Eleven was shoved into him, knocking him flat and accidentally breaking the kid's leg. Even though it had not been her intention, and it had been caused by the boy, Eleven was beaten severely for the offense taking a lash across her left eye that not only split open her eye lid but cut into the eye itself that even as it healed her vision was limited on that side.

It was that day that changed Eleven. She no longer cared to even try to please them, she just went through the motions and just allowed her body to do as she was bid without resistance or fail because it was easier to just let herself be pushed and pulled in whatever direction they wanted instead of fighting against them, or even trying to predict what they wanted. The jerk of the bit and lash of the whip when just used in a normal circumstance was hardly felt any more. She went to shows, pulled plows and even had foals that were to be stripped from her side and continue the cycle once more through the years of her subjugation.

Then the spring of her sixth year she was sent to the oldest man of the family so she could pull a plow for his fields. After weeks of the same monotony over and over, the man had her out and tied to a post one day preparing for another long day in the field. However, before she was tacked and the day began the man fell to the ground. Eleven didn't understand what happened to him, and showed no interest either, she knew better, so she continued to stand tightly tied to the post even as the day turned to night. As the next day came and time ticked on the man remained motionless on the ground and it was by pure chance that Eleven scratched her face against the post she was tied to and managed to remove the loose halter from her head. She stood frozen, afraid of the retribution that she was sure would come, but the man remained motionless. She remained still, standing by the post until the second night when it was only her thirst that drove her to slowly step away to find water to quench her thirst. She remained on the farm for some time, unsure of what else to do now that her every day wasn't completely regulated and controlled.

It was only when others arrived was she inspired to some kind of action. She had never been the easiest horse to catch, and now that she was loose the prospect of catching her became almost impossible, especially after they noticed the patriarch of the family laying long dead near the snub post with only the mare's halter still dangling from the rope. When they approached Eleven with ropes and whips and anger she bolted. Completely unsure of what she was doing or where she was going but she just ran. Escaping to a freedom she didn't want or plan, and hadn't even dreamed of in years. She continued her fleeing until she found herself in a land far from where she was born, the lands of MUSTANG.

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