Payton--- ...A Dalt warrior wanna be...

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Name:	Payton
Age:	Nine
Breed:	Mustang
Height:	15hh
Color:	Black
Markings:	None
Eye color:	Blue

Name:	Gender:	sire:	Status:
Sketch	Colt	Trace	Alive
Illustrate	Colt	Trace	Alive
?	?	Hero	Not Born

History:
From the day Payton was born she was handful, always talking back and starting or getting in fights. A lot of the other foals teased and made fun of her not because she was a different but because she was always getting yelled at and always in trouble. Payton stood up for what she believed in. She had no friends, she was in a world of hate and envy. She would hold her head up high and tell her mother that she would be a great warrior if war was to come. Her mother would just throw back her head and laugh “ You will do no such thing, You are just lucky to have a mother and father both pure of Dalt blood, you must have many strong colts to raise and protect our name.” But Payton did not want to be a foal machine. She wanted the glory of fighting and to have her name go down in history to be remembered for many generations.
A storm came to the lands on Payton’s first winter, snow swirled around cutting off all views around. Payton and her mother were a little way off from the herd haveing another of their fights. Payton put her nose in the air “ I can smell father, this way mother!” She turned to look at her mother “ No this way!” The scent of her father began to fade into the storm. Payton kept her head low trying to keep the snow out of her face. Her short tufts of mane were blowing in the wind. Her ebony coat was cover with snow. Suddenly her mothers front legs disappeared into the snow and she was pulled forward down a hill. Her body was thrown every which way. Payton stopped looking down she could just barley see her mother tumble down the hill through the flurry of Snow. Payton turned side ways sliding down the icy hill. When she reached the bottom her mother was covered in a think pile of snow her breathing was rough. “ I told you!” was all Payton said. “ you fool” she mumbled under her breath. Her mother looked up with tears in her eyes “ Payton Promise me you will only find pure Dalt stallions and only let them cover you!” Payton let out a exaggerated sigh. “ Promise me!” Payton rolled her eyes “ Fine.”
“ Promise me!”
“ I promise” and with her dying words Payton could just make out “ Thank-you” a smile on her face. Payton kicked her mother’s dead body. She had never liked the old hag.
Soon she turned a year traveling from place to place hiding whenever danger was near by. She turned two when she found sunshine river hearing that there were other Dalt’s like herself, she had never seen any others then the few in her herd. She is ready for anything to cause trouble and get her name known.