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Post by Mouse on Mar 13, 2015 22:52:25 GMT -5
Name: | Hero | Age: | Eight | Breed: | Mustang | Height: | 15.3hh | Color: | Buttermilk Buckskin | Markings: | White patches | Eye color: | Brown | Gender: | Stallion |
OffspringName: | Gender: | Dam: | Status: | Jeopardy | Colt | Peril | Alive | Aleta | Filly | Smoke | Alive | Azra | Filly | Nazareth | Alive | Sting | Colt | Nineveh | Alive | Sindhi | Colt | Kaara | Alive | Ghost | Colt | Kaara | Alive | Bethlehem | Filly | Nineveh
| Alive | Vashti | Filly | Nazareth | Alive | Sparks | Colt | Smoke | Alive | Valiant | Colt | Peril | Alive | Roshen | Filly | Scout | Not Born | Haidar | Colt | Amazon
| Alive
| Razan | Filly
| Amazon | Alive
| ?
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| Payton
| Not Born
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History: My life is short. I liived in the main Dalt herd with my father and mother until a rockslide came crashing down and killed both my parents. I was proud of my father; Sterling and would never forget him. I now travel with the Dalt herd and am getting ready for the war between the Stralth and Dalt. My only goal is to survive. My story starts off in a large green grassy meadow when my mother gave birth to me. I remember the tickle of the grass on my nose, the smell of my mothers milk and my father watching with eyes of amazement and full of love. My father had loved me and I knew it. He taught me eveything in my first year of life but if not for the rockslide I would have learned more. The rockslide came one day so suddenly killing everything and everyone in it's path including my mother and father. I was forced to leave with the Dalt. Leave everything I had ever known. The war is over now for the Dalt and Stralth at least but I have changed in so many ways and now I have rebelled against the only Dalt horses left, I am starting my own army and soon I will be rid of them forever.
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