~{Ayre | Male | Loner}~~The Basics~Name: Ayre
Nickname: Ayre
Gender: Male
Age: Seven Years Old
Breed: Appaloosa
Coat Color: Leopard
Eye Color: Black
Mane and Tail Color: White with black
Height: 15.3 hh
~Deeper Inside~Personality: Ayre is a very kind and compassionate male. He’s willing to help any horse in need, which definitely could get him into trouble. However, he is a strong opponent when the time calls for a fight, even though he doesn’t enjoy conflicts. He’s a very laid back stallion who is intelligent and calm.
History: Ayre was born on a small ranch and grew up beside his mother. His father was kept in a separate pen, so that more foals than were wanted were not created. Ayre spent his first two years under surveillance of his owners, who worked with him to know what was good and what wasn’t, and by two years, he knew what was expected of him. Occasionally, he would be taken out of the pasture and would be ridden, and it was these times that he lived for. One afternoon, a thunderstorm rolled through their ranch, and his mother became spooked and fell into the barbed fence and slowly bled to death. The wind knocked over parts of the fence, and Ayre took off into the wild.
~The Horses Around~Family: His mother died, and his father lives on a ranch.
Mate: None
Foals: None
Herd: None
Rank: Loner
Others: The Grand Tetons
~{Galaxy | Female | Loner}~~The Basics~Name: Galaxy Quest
Nickname: Galaxy
Gender: Female
Age: Nine Years Old
Breed: Tennessee Walking Horse
Coat Color: Chestnut
Eye Color: Brown
Mane and Tail Color: Chestnut
Height: 16 hh
~Deeper Inside~Personality: Galaxy is a little rough around the edges. A stranger is not often welcomed by her, and she can get into many fights. Though her heart is smaller than some other’s, if you’re lucky enough to befriend her, Galaxy will do absolutely anything for you. She’s a tough mare and definitely will not go down without a hard fight.
History: Galaxy was born into a forest herd and lived there long enough to remember it. As the days grew hotter and the season turned to summer, the small amount of rain was weakening the herd. A forest fire broke out and forced the herd out onto the plain, where none of them knew how to survive. One by one, they passed away, not knowing what to eat or where to shelter.
~The Horses Around~Family: Deceased
Mate: None
Foals: None
Herd: None yet
Rank: Loner
Others:The Grand Tetons
~{Blanched Premonition | Mare | Loner}~~The Basics~Name:Blanched Premonition
Nickname:Blanche
Gender:Mare
Age:Twelve Years Old
Breed:Quarter Horse
Coat Color:Cremello
Eye Color:Light Blue
Mane and Tail Color:White
Height:15.1 hh
~Deeper Inside~Personality: Blanche is a shy, timid mare, with everything that has happened in her life. She’s more likely to step back and survey a situation before jumping into it. Her need for company pushes her towards other horses, but her speech is often difficult to understand, as she doesn’t enjoy voicing opinions or emotions. Although the mare is mistrusting of others, she remains very polite in her demeanor toward anyone that she approaches or that approaches her. She has a large, forgiving heart, and though insecure about many things, she stays positive and cheerful, enduring through whatever happens in her life. It’s easy for her to accept authority once she understands who is in charge, and she can be flexible about what needs to be done, figuring out things quickly and making good judgments. If she’s ever part of a herd, she’ll be completely invested in it, wanting nothing to do with anything else besides bettering the group she lives in.
History: Blanche was born in a breeding facility that didn’t really see horses as horses. They more saw them as a profit and tried to breed different stallions and mares to get the rarest colors that they could, and so Blanche, a rare cremello mare, was born. She was allowed to stay with her mother up until the point where she had been weaned, and then she was separated, showed to greedy buyers that oohed and awed and the variety of foals that they had produced. Often, the sweet filly was drugged and taken to auctions, but no one would buy her.
The spring she turned four, her caretakers began to breed her, bringing in another cremello, Firenze, to mate with her, hoping to produce more rare foals. She bore one filly, whom she named Faye. After six months with her mother, they were separated, as she and her mother were, never to see one another again. The next auction she was taken to, a man became interested, and she was bought.
The first few weeks with her master were pleasurable enough. He would come out and stroke her, feeding her sugar cubes, oats, and apples while training her with a halter. Soon, his patience wore thin, and he became the angry man that he usually was. The soft pets became hard hits when the filly would do something wrong. Sometimes she would go without food for a day or two when he was particularly enraged. Blanche began to despise the man and would kick and bite at him whenever he drew near.
Finally, the man gave up with her and sold her to a new master, warning him that the horse was quite a handful. Under his care, however, the docile nature of the filly came forward. He was patient and taught her slowly, teaching her carefully how to use a saddle, a bridle, and the important lessons every horse under human care needs to know. And then the lessons became more difficult, but Blanche wanted to please her new master. He began training her how to jump, wanting a horse for competitions. She did well with this, and at six, she was entered into her first competition. Under his care and both of their hard work, she won.
After several winnings, she had become somewhat known to other riders, and one man had his eye on her. Late one evening, he broke into the stable she was housed in, loaded her onto his trailer, and took off with her, leaving an empty stall behind. After a few hours under his care, the mare decided that she disliked this mane and his whips and spurs and began to retaliate, her nervous personality showing through. Fortunately for her, the man was ignorant and had not prepared her pasture for such a jumper, and after she stubbornly decided to leave, she leapt over the makeshift fence easily, racing away into the wild. She has been on her own for two years now, and is still in wonderful shape, still loving to jump, but no longer trusting the things around her.
~The Horses Around~Family:Blanche never knew her mother or father.
Mate:Blanche once had a mate by the name of Firenz, but they were separated.
Foals:She bore one foal with Firenz, but has since been separated from her.
Herd:None
Rank:Loner
Others:The Grand Tetons!