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Name: Sparrow
Breed: Standerdbred x Thoroughbred x Quarter Horse x Morgan x Lusitano
Age: Five Years
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Neutral
Herd: None
Pelt Color: Chestnut
Mane and Tail color: Chestnut, matching the pelt color.
Eye Color: Dark brown, in dark lighting can appear to be black.
Markings: A white blaze, a white sock on her hind right leg, and a white stocking on her left hind leg.
Height: 15.3
Parents: Ericka(bay- TBxQHxMorganXlusitano) x Raven(balck- Standerdbred)
Brothers: Delous [Del x Raven], Ariston [Misery x Raven]
Physical Health: 90%- Very tierd from all her traveling.
Mental Health: 75%- Has a voice in her head, paranoia.
Personality: Sparrow is a very caring and mellow mare. She is not very trusting though, and it takes a while for her to warm up to someone. She has many insecurites and believes everyone is will do you wrong if it suits them. She has been known to have quiet a temper and is not afraid to voice her opinion. There have been times where she will speak without even thinking of the consequences, and getting herslef in trouble.

She is very full of life and loves to explore. She still acts like a filly at times, but only when she is on her own and is sure there is no one to see her. She has never wanted a family of her own. She does not want to be the only one tending the foal and has no confidence in any stallion. She hates her own father for never being around, and doesn't care what the reasons were.


History: Sparrow grew up with her mother in a small herd. She knew right of that she was different from the rest of the foals. They all had two parents and all she had was one. She asked her mother many times where her father was and it was always the same answer, he was away and may come back.

She heard rumors from the other herd memebers that her father had been very strange, always talking to himself and getting very angry. He had been covered in scars and burns and seemed to be shell shocked. Her mother had loved him anyways. It wasn't till she was two that she started hearing the voice. It was like a whisper inside her head, like a voice carried on the wind. It was mean and though it wasn't mean to her, it had a very dark sence of humor. When she asked her mother about it she got a sad look in her eyes. That was when she explained that Sparrows father had had the same voice in his head and that was what drove him mad.

When she was three the herd threw her out. They didn't want the madness to spread. Sparrpw was hurt by this, it was not her fault. She traveled for a while until she came to a small land and was force claimed by a dark stallion. He facinated her but she hated him from the start. She was stuck there for a little over a year but when a large storm ripped the lands apart she ran from him and found herself here.


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Name: Desar
Breed: Andalusian
Age: Five Years
Gender: Stallion
Alliance: Neutral
Pelt Color: Gray
Mane and Tail color: Gray. Darker at the base and lightenes as it grows.
Eye Color: Black
Markings: Nothing.
Height: 16hh
Parents: Meadowsweet(Dapple grey- andalusian) x Maverick(light grey- andalusian)
Brothers: Grievance[Shimmera x Maverick]
Sisters: Tala(stillborn) [Meadowsweet x Unknown]
Physical Health: 100%
Mental Healthe: 100%
Personality: Desar is a very friendly fellow. He likes to become close to others and can be quiet the charmer. He loves to dote upon the ladies and make them happy. Some would call this a weakness, but he does not see it that way. He sees it as a way to get what he wants. He can also be very manipulitve. He likes to twist things around and force things to get what he wants, and he doesn't particularly care who he hurts in the process. All that matters to him is that he is happy. He does have a bit of a short temper when it comes to other stallions. He doesn't really like them and would just rather not deal with them. When it comes to foals he has a special spot. He just loves them. He has wanted one of his own but just cant seem to commit to the idea.

History: He was born to a young, low ranking mare. His father was the lead stallion and this caused quiet an uproar in the herd. The lead mare was very unimpressed. It was evident that he was his foal. All the other equine in the herd were bays and dapples. Maverick was the only one with a white pelt. Growing up he had it rough. Maverick had another son, a yearling called Grievance, by his mate. This bay colt made it his lifes mission to bring what ever harm he could to Desar.

Desar ended up spending most of his time with the fillies of the herd. They thought he was so sweet and didn't deserve the treatment he got. When he came back with wounds they would fuss over him and he grew to like the attention. One day when he was three he found Grievance trying to force himself on a filly. This drove the normally docile Desar into a rage. He ended up attacking and mortaly wounding Grievance. That was the end of it. The lead mare was so distraught she drove him from the herd. She would of killed him if it had not been for his sires command she not harm him.

Desar did not like being alone and he missed his friends. His mother had never really been much of a part in his life so he really didn't miss her. She had been caring but she had been very distant and had not wanted to do anything to anger the lead mare any more. He traveled on his own for a little while and tried to join up with multiple herds. Though he was quickly thrown out of them all. The leads always though he was trying to steal all of their mares for himself.

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Name: Audacia
Breed: andalusain x thoroughbred x quarter horse
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Bay
Mane and Tail color: dark bay, matching her pelt.
Eye Color: Honey gold
Markings: unmarked other than scars.
Height: 15.3hh
Dam: Unforgettable - Deceased
Sire: n/a
Brothers: n/a
Sisters: n/a
Offspring: Chayton -colt [d]
Physical Health: 100%
Mental Healthe: 75% she talks to herself and keeps waiting for someone to answer.
Personality: She's quiet. She is not used to the companionship of others and does not quiet know how to act. Though she will never admit it she wants a foal. Losing her first one broke something in her and she's afraid that it will happen again. She is still really depressed over it and just wants something to fix it.

History: Audacia was born the a lone mare name Unforgettable. There was some difficulty with the birth and she almost didn’t make it. Because of this she didn’t learn to speak till she was over a year old. The first year of her life it was just her and her mother. They traveled all the time, never wanting to stay in any location for to long. Though when the snow dissolved and she saw grass again they came across a herd. Her mother tried to quickly get away but was force claimed by the lead stallion. He was a large brute and made it impossible for them to escape. It was then that Audacia realized that she didn’t know who her father was. When she asked her mother who he was her mother lashed out at her. Slicing open her left flank. Though she had never been very loving this was the first time her mother had physically attacked her.

Another year went by and Audacia grew to be almost as large as her 14hh mother and she was still growing. Her mother no longer spoke to her and when if she did it was nothing pleasant. Audacia slowly started to hate her. Her anger at her mother breaking something inside her. The year she turned three the lead stallion forced himself on her. She had fought as hard as she could but it had been no use. He was much larger than she. Though thankfully when the foal was born it never took a breath. There had been something wrong and her little colt was born dead.

Though she hadn’t wanted a foal it crushed her to lose him. When her mother told her it was for the best, that if it had lived she should have killed it anyways Audacia lashed out. She tore her mothers throat out. She had only seen four years on this earth and all her mother had said to her had been hateful. Now she would speak no more. She was driven from the herd by the Lead. Not because she had killed her mother, but because she had not bore him an heir.

Two years she traveled. Not stopping at any land she came to. Not wanting to risk the same thing happening again. She thought about a foal, thought about what it would like to be a mother. Though she didn’t think she could put herself through that again.

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Name: Sniper
Breed: paint x warmblood
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Alliance: Dark
Pelt Color: Bay and White
Mane and Tail color: Cream
Eye Color: Black with gold flecks
Markings: Overo Paint
Height: 16.2hh
Dam: Dahlia
Sire: Impressionist
Brothers: Arcane ( Impressionist x Eclipse), Conrad (Impressionist x Nyx)
Sisters: Silvia (Impressionist x Nyx)
Offspring: n/a
Physical Health: 100%
Mental Healthe: 75% He becomes obsessed with things, to the point that he cant let them go.
Personality: He’s a little off his rocker. He was always the quiet child growing up. His father barely gave him any notice and his mother hated him. So he clung on to what he could for friends. He never had much company as a child and this made him latch on to what he could. As he grew older he lashed out at those who insulted or ignored him. He turned cold to everyone and enjoyed causing them the pain that they had brought on him.

History: He was one of three colts born to Impressionist that spring. Out of the three of them he was the smallest. He looked more like his mother and seemed timid. This greatly displeased his father and so he cast him aside. Ignoring him all together to favor his other sons. They were larger and carried the same black pelt and bold attitude as their father.

He spent most of his childhood alone. He tried to stay away from his mother. She was angry that he had bore such a disappointing colt. In turn she took her anger out on him, coving his pelt with scars. She would lash out at him for no reason. She would simply see him and bite him. He grew up believing that to love something was to cause it pain.

When he was four a few new mares joined their herd. There was one named Juliet. She was a paint like himself, and he was drawn to her. They quickly became friends and he soon really cared for her. Though when he tried to show her his affection she got scared. He had lashed out and bit her. This confused her but she had started to care for him to. She learned that that was how his mother had treated him and tried to help him.

It went on like this for a year. And he was getting better, till spring came and he got over excited by the smells of all the mares. He lashed out at Juliet and really hurt her. She tried to run. She tried to find a way to get away from him and that’s when he snapped. He couldn’t let the only thing that had ever meant anything to him leave him. He couldn’t let that happen. So in the dark of night he crept up upon her and crushed her throat and laid with her till her body was stiff and her eyes glazed over. And then he ran. Because no one would under stand that he killed her because he loved her.




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