Isolde

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Name: Isolde
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse x American Mustang
Genetics: ee/aa
Age: 3
Arrived in MUSTANG: Fall, Year 11
Coat Color: Chestnut
Height: 15.3hh
Eye Color: Brown

Personality: She is externally a rather typical girl. She’s bubbly and easily amused, always happy to make new friends or acquaintances. Also rather naïve, the young mare growing into her place in the world is also prone to believe what others tell her. Life is full of mystery and wonder, or so it may seem. She can be chatty or gossipy, but she can also be quiet and polite. Perhaps she may at times be a bit too stereotypical of a girl.

However, there is one aspect of her personality that differs from quite a few others.

She believes in love and not the fairy tale romance sort of love. She believes that with time and patience, a couple can grow to love one another. Will it happen instantly? In a perfect world, yes, but this isn't a perfect world and she knows that, even if she does view the world through rose-colored lenses. She loves idyllic endings and hopes that one day she'll have an ending like the ones she's thought of. She knows better than anyone that it's selfish and puerile but a happy ending is what everyone hopes for at some point or another.

Another aspect is that she goes with the flow. She tries to fly under the radar and not because she's a rule breaker. On the contrary, she follows the rules to a T. She uses formalities like sir, ma'am and the appropriate prefixes. She understands better than anyone that she has to respect her elders and when she's married, she's going to respect her leader. She knows she has to do whatever needs to be done in order to make it work, especially if she's going to spend the rest of her life with him.

All of this isn't to say she doesn't have faults. On the contrary, she has plenty of faults. She has a case of OCD and everything has to be a certain way or she has a tendency to spazz. She isn't familiar with the way the world works. All she knows is that she's going to be under the hoof of some stallion soon and she's going to wind up having his foals. That part has been drilled into her skull from a rather young age and she's okay with that. She knows better than to question authority and if you let her, no matter how many times shit gets kicked in her face (metaphorically speaking), she's always going to come back and try to carry out her civic duty.

She constantly asks questions to get a better understanding of certain things and in general, just to get to know someone better. She's a chatterbox without an off button. It can either be annoying or endearing. It just depends on how you look at it.

For all of her cheer and charm, internally, she doesn't think of herself very highly. She's content to be viewed by society as a set of female reproductive organs. Perhaps, that's due to conditioning or simply just her want to avoid conflict. Either way, she has the self-confidence about the size of a bug and she knows it. She hides behind her cheery persona and never lets anyone see the demons she hides so well. She doesn't want to burden anyone with her problems.
History:  Her first breaths outside of her mother's womb were somewhat difficult and as she struggled to stand, her mother watched her with mild disinterest. When she finally managed to stand, her mother refused to let her nurse. She just wanted to take the young filly straight to her father. After introducing her to her father, the filly's mother left and didn't look back. Her father handed her off to a mare that had given birth to a stillborn colt and Isolde started to nurse like the meal would be her last. Newfound strength filled her and when she was done, she immediately went to her father's side and remained glued to his hip.

Slowly but surely, the harem began to disperse. By the time she was a year old, it was only her and her father. He conditioned her so that she would always seek out either harems or herds and when she found her harem or herd, she was to follow every ruling of the leader. She would not question him, unless she wanted to end up forsaken like her mother. She hung onto her father's every word and when he finally left her side to start up a new harem, she was two years old. She wandered for a year before deciding she needed to find a harem or herd to join. After all, she was a female of breeding age and she had no desire to be forcebred.

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