Arion

[○ Polaris ○]

Name: Arion
Age: 2 Years
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 15 hh
Colour: Buckskin
Eye Colour: Black
Gender: Mare
Markings: A faint white blaze from above the eyes and fades towards the nose.

History:

Arion was born of the highest quality Quarter Horses, her lines strong and pure, the names of her parents and grandparents well known in the area and possibly further beyond. She was bred for greatness, and was meant to become a race horse. The most positive aspect of the filly was that she was an endless spout of energy, and preferred to sport around with the colts than other mares. Her competitive streak was very evident, and her handlers were very pleased with this. They knew her life on the track, and in other areas of sporting would be second to none.

When she was about a year and a half, they were leading her to pasture for her time to graze. It was a cool morning, and the dew on the grass was very inviting. Just as her owner was about to pull off the lead, a shrill whinny sounded through the trees. Turning their heads simultaneously, Arion and the man saw a group of horses running straight at them with fear in their eyes. Behind them, snarling and hissing was a cougar, claws unsheathed. Blood already covered it's maw, and in the distance was none other than Arion's mother...torn apart by the hungry cougar. Who knew if it was true hunger or if it was bored, but Arion did not take time to find out. Tears burning in her eyes she stomped in front of her handler and raised her front hooves, screaming at the wild cat with as much ferocity as the young mare could muster. She stomped down and narrowly missed it's head. Now afraid for it's life, knowing that they were not easy targets, the cougar turned tail and ran.

Anger coursing through her, Arion took off after the cougar, leaving her handler staring after her with a grateful but horrified look on his face. The buckskin mare continued to chase the cat, leaping over the pasture fence as she did so and slicing her underbelly on the sharp wire. Eventually she was able to catch the cat, and without hesitation stomped on its head to avenge her mother's brutal death. But now it was too late--Arion was lost, and no matter how many times she tried to find her way hom she was always in a continuous circle. There was no going back now. An open wound on her abdomen, the tom-boyish mare continued to wander in hopes of finding herself a home. She found herself liking the wild and the freedom it offered, but it was rather lonely. Eventually she found Sunshine River, and with the horses lingering Arion figured it would be the best place to try and settle down.

[○ Polaris ○]

3 years old on December 9th, 2011

4 years old on June 16th, 2012

5 years old October 4th, 2012

6 years old on November 20th, 2013