Ryan

[Mouse]

Name:	Ryan
Age:	Fourteen
Breed:	Mustang
Height:	15hh
Color:	Bay Pinto
Markings:	White patches
Eye color:	Brown
Gender:	Mare

Offspring

Name:	Gender:	Sire:	Status:
?	?	The Black	Dead
Chris	Filly	Kahuna	Dead
Thane	Colt	Warrior	Alive
Savas	Colt	Warrior	Alive

History: This tale started on a spring stormy day on the open plains where the bufflo roamed and the wild horses still ran across the pleatue. An small brown and white pinto filly was born. She was stubborn, hyper and sweet all the humans and other horses adored her sweet nature but she also stood up for what she belive in, which sometimes ended up with a squabble with another filly or colt.
As Ryan grew her mother would tell her stories about the war between the humans and the fight over the land. That's what Ryan was going to be raised for.

At the age of two a human came and started putting something upon her head, she soon learnt how to wear a bridle and within the next year she was taught everything she would ever need to know plus what a gun shot sounded like. Her training was stricted and her food diet as well.
The mare went to her first war at the age of four, her mother right beside her.

Life moved on her and her mother made it through the next two battles and one evening as the scarred mare rested in the corral her mother and two other horses an lamed chestnut mare who had a limp for life after a bullet grazed her ankle and an black stallion who was wild and fast. Ryan had watched the stallion with interest as he stayed by her side and her mothers. Soon enough though through the night he had walked over and chased the three mares around the corral, Grabbing hold of Ryan she snorted and nipped but he reared up and grabbed hold of her mane there force breeding her quickly and with no problem on his end. Ryan snorted loudly kicking out with her back leg and hitting him in the chest.
The next day the three of them stood in the front line ready to charge into the fight, when the black stallion turned to Ryan " Be careful." he said as calmy as his voice would let him but Ryan could tell even he was afraid. Ryan just turned away, stomping her hoof, she was not afraid she never had been from the first war to now, it just was not in her nature. She could smell her mothers fear scent and nickered softly before an hard kick in her side made her glide foreward. Gun shots and screaming ripped through her ears as blood spilled upon her hooves she nipped at an enemy horse, veering every which way. Turning her head to the side she saw her mother rear up and scream but then another gun shot went off and blood spilled from her mothers neck on her other side the black stallion rammed her out of the way as an gun shot pierced his heart. Death was all around as one by one her friends and her family fell.

Her rider turned her abuptly around before he too fell from her back. The village was on fire, everything she had ever known was burning around her. Some ashes from the the fire sprayed on her face making her turn and flee. Her body was covered from head to toe in blood and scars her heart was thumping hard in her chest as she ran.

Later on when she turned nine she found out she was pregnant with the blacks foal, being scared physically and emotionaly she traveled on in a world she no longer knew. Her foal turns out to be a stillborn making the hurt mare more anger then ever. Now here she is with so many scars from her past, can anyone ever love this mare? Could anyone ever make the pain, the torture inside her mind go away? make the nightmares that she wakes up screaming from go away? Make it all stop, just stop.