Post by zafrelle on Nov 30, 2008 12:20:17 GMT -5
Name: Ishari
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15.3 Hands
Appearance: She is a palomino mare, not too short but not tall either. She has various scars on her back from her shaky past, also a particularly large one on her left side. She has three socks, one on both of her front legs and another one on her hind right. She has a blaze that runs down her face as well.
Personality: Ishari is a normally sweet mare, but can get a temper if angered. She tries to be friends with everybody but doesn't care if she has a few enemies. She is shy around new horses, but tries to overcome the habit. Humans terrify her, mostly because of the way she was treated in her early years.
History: As a foal, she was born in the wild, and was fortunate enough to be the only daughter of the leads. She was the favorite of the young ones, but this led to the herd's demise. On an overcast day, about halfway through the winter, she was taken by humans away from her homelands. Her parents tried to follow and get her back, but they were caught and killed. Angered by the actions of the humans, the rest of the herd followed suit and was unsuccessful, most of them getting killed before they finally gave up. Ishari was sold as a yearling to a trainer and had a year of easy life, but began her training when she was only two. She did well at first, with the ground things, but when it came time for her to be backed, she fought with all her might. She would never let a two-legger on her, even if it meant she was to be killed. After a year of fruitless attempts to train her, the humans finally gave up and sold her to a dealer. She had been treated well, despite her uselessness to them, at her first home. Having always been fed well and had a friend to be with, she had almost enjoyed her time there. Not until she came to the dealer did she fully realize why she had to fear the two-leggers. She was barely fed at the dealer's barn, only enough to keep her alive. She was never brushed or taken out for that matter. The horses around her were ill-tempered and they had no room to move, remaining tied up all day and all night. When Isha was sure she would die in that place, a kind man came and finally took her, along with a few others that were the best looking of the crop, away from the dreaded barn, or what she considered living hell. Isha was the only one of the five bought taken to the strange lands and loaded onto a busy ship. After a few days of traveling however, the ship wrecked and she was thrust into the icy water. She thanked her lucky stars that she was born in the wild and that she could swim. When she reached the island, Isha headed for cover, realizing that she was free once more. She wished so badly that she could go back to her true home, but comforted herself with the thought that she would never have to be around the two-legged creatures again. Atleast, she hoped not.
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15.3 Hands
Appearance: She is a palomino mare, not too short but not tall either. She has various scars on her back from her shaky past, also a particularly large one on her left side. She has three socks, one on both of her front legs and another one on her hind right. She has a blaze that runs down her face as well.
Personality: Ishari is a normally sweet mare, but can get a temper if angered. She tries to be friends with everybody but doesn't care if she has a few enemies. She is shy around new horses, but tries to overcome the habit. Humans terrify her, mostly because of the way she was treated in her early years.
History: As a foal, she was born in the wild, and was fortunate enough to be the only daughter of the leads. She was the favorite of the young ones, but this led to the herd's demise. On an overcast day, about halfway through the winter, she was taken by humans away from her homelands. Her parents tried to follow and get her back, but they were caught and killed. Angered by the actions of the humans, the rest of the herd followed suit and was unsuccessful, most of them getting killed before they finally gave up. Ishari was sold as a yearling to a trainer and had a year of easy life, but began her training when she was only two. She did well at first, with the ground things, but when it came time for her to be backed, she fought with all her might. She would never let a two-legger on her, even if it meant she was to be killed. After a year of fruitless attempts to train her, the humans finally gave up and sold her to a dealer. She had been treated well, despite her uselessness to them, at her first home. Having always been fed well and had a friend to be with, she had almost enjoyed her time there. Not until she came to the dealer did she fully realize why she had to fear the two-leggers. She was barely fed at the dealer's barn, only enough to keep her alive. She was never brushed or taken out for that matter. The horses around her were ill-tempered and they had no room to move, remaining tied up all day and all night. When Isha was sure she would die in that place, a kind man came and finally took her, along with a few others that were the best looking of the crop, away from the dreaded barn, or what she considered living hell. Isha was the only one of the five bought taken to the strange lands and loaded onto a busy ship. After a few days of traveling however, the ship wrecked and she was thrust into the icy water. She thanked her lucky stars that she was born in the wild and that she could swim. When she reached the island, Isha headed for cover, realizing that she was free once more. She wished so badly that she could go back to her true home, but comforted herself with the thought that she would never have to be around the two-legged creatures again. Atleast, she hoped not.
