Bree | Peril | Jeopardy | Risk |(Dalt)
Apr 25, 2010 13:31:48 GMT -5
Post by Captain Stumpy on Apr 25, 2010 13:31:48 GMT -5
Name: Bree (Carabree) Dead
Age: 18
Breed: Mustang
Height: 14'1
Colour: Bay
Eye Colour: Brown
Gender: Mare
Markings: Pangare
History: Died aged 18
In the mountains and Valleys far away Carabree was born another healthy filly for the Dalts to be proud of. She was born into a age old war. This war of the valleys had already claimed her older sister and brother. Little scuffles and regular herd moves kept the filly on her toes. She lost her father next, he was a leader of a Band of Dalts who didn't live with the main herd, At that loss her family group moved to join the main Dalt in the Vally.
The Pure group of Dalt horses were welcomed by old comrades, Carabree's Mother Aunt and last remaining Sister fitted in perfectly, they told storys to others of the Strath vermin. Carabree got a oppertunity to play with foals her own age, life was bliss.
She was 3 years old when the war hit her, she was off playing with 2 Dalt colts and and a filly her own age as well as her yearling half sister away from the herd. All but the colts were naive of the closeness of the war, they played in the wooded clearing till dust had truly set in. It was then the winds brought a change to Carabree's life, Out of the treeline stallions attacked without warning the Colts defended themselves well but the filly was grounded and slaughtered right beside Carabree, her little sister was the next to scream her last fear and lack of training she bolted narrowly missing a deathly kick from the older stallions. One colt defended himself till the moment he fell the other grasped his oppertunity and chaised after Carabree.
She didn't stop till her heart was thudding out of her chest, and nore did the colt. He called to her when they stopped 'we have to go back!' those words eckoed in her dreams years later she mearly shook her head and bolted away some-more.
Of course the loyal Dalt colt returned and told the family of the slaughter and of Carabree's cowerdes. It was decided then Carabree was to be caught and punnished. Leaving was unacceptable and she would have to learn it, Carabree was 7 years old before the Dalt found her again, beside her stood her beautiful bay son mearly a week old and the spitting image of herself. the death of her friends was nothing more than a memory of her past life and though the arival of Dalt worried her seeing her family again would be good for her son. She was brought to the Dalt not in chains but a willing member of the family. but when she got there she new it was bad news they hadn't forgiven her.
More terrible to her was that her mother and aunt had passed away and her sister no longer remained in the main herd. Though Dalt where all conected she didn't feel like her family were there. She was marched to the lead stallion of the time, he took one look at her half-Dalt son and ordered his death. Carabree screamed but she was small, held back and let to watch as dalt stallions reared and crushed her first and only son, She was broken that day but Dalt leader wasn't satisfied. 'How could you produce such filth?' he rawred at her 'How could you do that to the Dalt and dare raise your voise when we fix your mistake?' He rawred more insults than the mare could take in, then eventuly kicked her hard in the knee, at first she fell buckled by the blow and pain, then she was left the Dalt stallion and his men left her there to fester alone.
Of course Carabree raised her head and body but the blow was crippling for years she suffered in silance, she was mother to afue Dalt foals but never anymore that nessessery she endured the corting of meny dalt warriors and said hardly a word. She watched as more Dalt where born, she assissed in watching them more like a grandmother as age caught up with her. she hadn't foaled in 3 years when she got pregnant by another Dalt stallion. While she was still in her first month of pregnancy a warrior came to her and told her of the death of two of her daughters and her grandaughter. unable to cry she mearly walked away, still hobbled by her knee, but at least the stallion that inflicted it was dead and buryed. She looked back 17 years old, 10 years after the death of her first son she was deturmaned again to leave and get her next foal to safty. She left again abreiating her name so she would be harder to find, she introduced herself as Bree, even to her new pure Dalt daughter
"Your life will never be without Peril, it seemed the only fit name to call you" She said to her pure white infant. but life was to cruel, she was ill and thin when she gave birth, she searched for a herd with another mare and foal with her little Peril at foot. those wonderings brought Peril to the feet of Bree's enemy. Luckily to Bree she was not recagniced by the mercenerys or the Dalt present and given a swift exit from life at 18 Her daughter grew up knowing the life of a Dalt slave instead of Dalt. She was not taught to hate and fear Strath or taught of her homeland and heratege.
Age: 18
Breed: Mustang
Height: 14'1
Colour: Bay
Eye Colour: Brown
Gender: Mare
Markings: Pangare
History: Died aged 18
In the mountains and Valleys far away Carabree was born another healthy filly for the Dalts to be proud of. She was born into a age old war. This war of the valleys had already claimed her older sister and brother. Little scuffles and regular herd moves kept the filly on her toes. She lost her father next, he was a leader of a Band of Dalts who didn't live with the main herd, At that loss her family group moved to join the main Dalt in the Vally.
The Pure group of Dalt horses were welcomed by old comrades, Carabree's Mother Aunt and last remaining Sister fitted in perfectly, they told storys to others of the Strath vermin. Carabree got a oppertunity to play with foals her own age, life was bliss.
She was 3 years old when the war hit her, she was off playing with 2 Dalt colts and and a filly her own age as well as her yearling half sister away from the herd. All but the colts were naive of the closeness of the war, they played in the wooded clearing till dust had truly set in. It was then the winds brought a change to Carabree's life, Out of the treeline stallions attacked without warning the Colts defended themselves well but the filly was grounded and slaughtered right beside Carabree, her little sister was the next to scream her last fear and lack of training she bolted narrowly missing a deathly kick from the older stallions. One colt defended himself till the moment he fell the other grasped his oppertunity and chaised after Carabree.
She didn't stop till her heart was thudding out of her chest, and nore did the colt. He called to her when they stopped 'we have to go back!' those words eckoed in her dreams years later she mearly shook her head and bolted away some-more.
Of course the loyal Dalt colt returned and told the family of the slaughter and of Carabree's cowerdes. It was decided then Carabree was to be caught and punnished. Leaving was unacceptable and she would have to learn it, Carabree was 7 years old before the Dalt found her again, beside her stood her beautiful bay son mearly a week old and the spitting image of herself. the death of her friends was nothing more than a memory of her past life and though the arival of Dalt worried her seeing her family again would be good for her son. She was brought to the Dalt not in chains but a willing member of the family. but when she got there she new it was bad news they hadn't forgiven her.
More terrible to her was that her mother and aunt had passed away and her sister no longer remained in the main herd. Though Dalt where all conected she didn't feel like her family were there. She was marched to the lead stallion of the time, he took one look at her half-Dalt son and ordered his death. Carabree screamed but she was small, held back and let to watch as dalt stallions reared and crushed her first and only son, She was broken that day but Dalt leader wasn't satisfied. 'How could you produce such filth?' he rawred at her 'How could you do that to the Dalt and dare raise your voise when we fix your mistake?' He rawred more insults than the mare could take in, then eventuly kicked her hard in the knee, at first she fell buckled by the blow and pain, then she was left the Dalt stallion and his men left her there to fester alone.
Of course Carabree raised her head and body but the blow was crippling for years she suffered in silance, she was mother to afue Dalt foals but never anymore that nessessery she endured the corting of meny dalt warriors and said hardly a word. She watched as more Dalt where born, she assissed in watching them more like a grandmother as age caught up with her. she hadn't foaled in 3 years when she got pregnant by another Dalt stallion. While she was still in her first month of pregnancy a warrior came to her and told her of the death of two of her daughters and her grandaughter. unable to cry she mearly walked away, still hobbled by her knee, but at least the stallion that inflicted it was dead and buryed. She looked back 17 years old, 10 years after the death of her first son she was deturmaned again to leave and get her next foal to safty. She left again abreiating her name so she would be harder to find, she introduced herself as Bree, even to her new pure Dalt daughter
"Your life will never be without Peril, it seemed the only fit name to call you" She said to her pure white infant. but life was to cruel, she was ill and thin when she gave birth, she searched for a herd with another mare and foal with her little Peril at foot. those wonderings brought Peril to the feet of Bree's enemy. Luckily to Bree she was not recagniced by the mercenerys or the Dalt present and given a swift exit from life at 18 Her daughter grew up knowing the life of a Dalt slave instead of Dalt. She was not taught to hate and fear Strath or taught of her homeland and heratege.
on her left front leg. Its possible it would have stregthened with age, regretably Peril will never know.
