Post by minerva on Dec 25, 2010 23:54:52 GMT -5
Name: Willow
Age: 3.
Breed: Mustang.
Height: 16.3 hands.
Color: Dark Bay.
Eye color: Blue.
Gender: Mare.
Markings: Black stockings, white stripe down the face and black mane and tail
Offspring
| Name | Gender | Sire |
| Solar | Female | ? |
History: Willow lived in a small herd, with a lovely lead stallion and every mare looked out for each other. Willow was bred by the lead stallion when she turned three and gave birth to an adorable black filly a year later. She loved the filly and named her Solar because the night she was born stars flew across the sky. Willow is a loving mother, a bit protective and at her moments that it may seem she’s mean to Solar but she just wants the best for her daughter, she loves her with all her heart.
Soon after Solar was born humans began to come to the herd and try and steal horses. They came to there herd with ropes and on horse back. One lassoed the lead stallion and the horses panicked and scattered. Willow was separated from Solar and screamed out her name a human had snatched her up. Willow ran baring her teeth but other humans tied her up too and they were put in trailers, being moved and abused from place to place for a year. But never did Willow give up her free spirit, she protected Solar through everything and never let anyone touch her. Willow ended up kicking two hands, rearing knocking one over and stomping on there arm. She went crazed within the fences. Bit another hand hard enough that it got infected. Soon the hands stopped feeding her until she became to weak to give Solar milk, Solar was smart enough though she found some food in the barn that was left open for protection and brought it back to her mother and did that for weeks. Until Willow grew strong again. This time Willow and Solar were shipped off to a large auction where a meat dealer bought them. Taking them to a factory. Willow met trigger there an old work horse that had been worked for years and years. He smashed down the fence that they were in with his large hooves. Willow begged for Trigger to come but the old work horse refused and said he had enough and felt that he was punished enough. Willow led Solar though mazes of places, being chased by workers they darted past a busy high way just barley missed by a trunk. They were free at last.