Sterling--- ...A Dalt...

[Mouse]

Name:	Sterling
Age:	Fourteen
Breed:	Mustang
Height:	15.3hh
Color:	Cremello
Markings:	Four black socks
Eye color:	Ice Blue
Gender:	Stallion

Name:	Gender:	Dam:	Status:
Hero	Colt	?	Alive
Apollonia	Filly	Smoke	Alive

History:
I do not remember much. Everything is so vague. But the things I do remember bring great pain and hurt to myself. I was always a quiet foal from the day I was born. I grew up in the main Dalt herd and learned to respect and take care of myself fast. I was a loner most of my childhood. As I grew I was sent out to battle and have many scars to prove it. I lived through my younger days and made it out into a full grow stallion fighting for my herd and there I met the love of my life and she bred my first son. Life was peaceful other then the battling between Dalt and Strath.
Until the rock slide hit I was watching some prisoners for the herd with some other when the rocks began to tumble large grey stones, I can still hear them breaking as they fell the echoing screech. And to my horror my mare and son were grazing near by as I would talk to them sometimes when on duty and my son was full of questions. I think he was proud of me. I screamed out for them to run. But the rock slide was to loud my son looked up and began nudging my mare but she had been born deaf and was only able to read lips. My son kept tugging at her mane but she flicked him off. I ran and screamed for them to run but a rock fell hitting me and throwing me to the side. I tried to get up but little rocks began to pile up on me and all I saw was tons and tons of rocks crashing onto their bodies. I woke  up sometime later, I don’t know how long I had been out cold but the Dalt’s were no where in sight and water was moving into our lands. I rushed to the spot my family had been my mare and Son were no where in sight. So I thought maybe they had gotten away. my heart took flight for a moment. I had to get out of there and as I picked my way through the rocks I found my mare her body had been torn and bruised and I could not even recognize her. I cried for my mare. I loved my mare so much. I never found my son I doubted he was alive and was probably buried under some rocks.
I ran from there as fast as my legs and heart could take me and for days I traveled in unknown places growing weak and tired.
On a colder night closer to fall and the leaves were falling a cougar thought I would make a tasty snack it chased me cornering me by the river, jumping on my back I fell into the river it’s claws digging into me like thousands of needles tearing at my skin and turning the churning water to blood red. I was thrown among the water until I managed to crawl onto some lands where foreign horses found me, they did not speck my language but they nursed me back to health so soon after I left in search of Dalt.