[noreptiles_]

Show Name;; Son of the True King
Barn Name;; Mirza
Age;; 6 Years
Breed;; Mustang
Color;; Seal Brown Roan Splash (Ee/AtA/RnRn/Spwspw)
Gender;; Gelding (1 Breeding)
Markings;; Bald face, high splash stockings
Height;; 14.3 hands
Vice/Fear/Special;; This gelding ran in bachelor herds late in life, so, while he enjoys being around other males, he can sometimes get intense with playtime, and if he doesn't respect your space, he may accidentally injure someone.

Comfortable with Farm;; trained
Trust in His Owner;; trained
The Haltering;; trained
Bomb Proof;; trained
Ground Work;; training
Comfort with Tack;; training
Riding;; not started
First Show;; not started

[noreptiles_]

[in Mirza's pov]
It was a peaceful day before they captured us, a summer day, no storm, just puffy white clouds that I've always dreamed of flying through. The sun has just risen above the snowcapped mountains, making the river sparkle. I've been following a small herd that consisted of a few horses, one of them a beautiful champagne tobiano mare. Her movements were smooth as silk, and wanted to start a herd with her. I probably would of been able to, but then the round-up began.
The herd followed the river, trying to get away from being captured, but were eventually caught. Me, being a bit smarter, split off and climbed a large hill and observed them all. A great sadness came over me, knowing today would be my last free day, my last hours as a wild mustang. I lowered myself to the ground and rolled a few times, taking in the scent of the earth, and sweet grass around me. Nibbling on it, I rested.
When I woke, I was surrounded by the humans, I decided to take one shot at escaping. Rearing up, I pushed against them, and raced off, tail in the air. A minute later, I noticed my mistake, I have galloped through a chute, and came up to a group of stallions and mares alike. The next few minutes passed in a blur, fighting with a couple of the studs, hanging around my old bachelor herd, then being loaded carefully into trailers, being trucked miles and miles, my home in the mountains slowly disappearing from my view. It was a somber silence, not many were neighing, only a few cautious nickers now and then.
We reached a facility, where they slightly cleaned us, branded our necks. It was a freeze brand from what the humans were saying, and didn't hurt as much as I thought. A few horses panicked about it, and others tried to escape, but I remained docile for a while, only pushing against them when the got to close or doing something I didn't like. After the branding, a rope with a tag was placed around my neck to be easier identified and was put into a large pen with twenty other horses.
As night fell, a few were picked up, a few moved, and I was left with just ten other captured mustangs. I stayed away from them, and laid down to rest for the night, my dreams of the mountains back home, and the peaceful that was left there with it. I knew tomorrow was a new start of a journey of a good life, and I was ready.