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Animemice
#856340

Name: Hinda
Age: 7 years
Breed: Mustang
Color: Dark Dappled Bay (Ee/AA)
Gender: Mare
Markings: Star, snip, coronet, pastern, white heel
Height: 15.1 hands
Vice/Fear/Special: This mare loves routine and dislikes being shaken from it- she also, however, is surprisingly gentle unless upset.

[Animemice]

Claimed! I will name her Hinda <3

[Animemice]

Name: Hinda
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years old
Height: 15.1hh
Health:
Hinda seems to be a little bit chunky, but I'm sure that will go in time. Otherwise she is perfectly healthy.
Personality:
Hinda looks to be very easygoing most of time, and it seems that she always has a schedule. She spooks easily though, so it will be difficult to adjust her to barn life.
History:
Hinda doesn't seem like the type of mare to lead a herd. She was most likely just a regular member of the herd even though her parents were the lead mare and lead stallion.

[Animemice]

A couple months ago I had sent in a form for the Mustang Makeover. I didn't expect to get in or get a mustang, I had just sent it in to try my luck. One day a letter from the Mustang Makeover people came, the letter that would change my entire summer...

My truck pulled up in the parking lot. As I got out, I looked around at the corrals. In these corrals were mustangs, truly wild ones. I had never seen such a thing in my entire life. "Well, I better get going." I told myself, looking away from the mustangs "They won't wait all day." As I walked in, I noticed all the people that had gathered to get their mustang. Numbers had already been assigned, it would go by quickly. My number was finally called, and as I looked around I saw her. The mare that I was assigned. She was covered in mud. She didn't looked scared but confused. I walked up to her corral, and I saw the wonder in her eyes. It seemed that she didn't know what had happened, or at least most of it. One of the staff opened her corral, and she quickly fled to the back of her corral. "Good luck with this one. Oh, and a little tip. Always have a plan with this mare, always." the man said. I nodded my head, and then he walked back to the others.

I backed the truck and trailer up by the back of her corral, and opened the back gate. She bolted when I got close to her, and she had no place to go but the trailer. She hesitated at first, but then moved in as I got closer. I shut the trailer doors slowly, doing my best not to spook her more then I already had. As I got in the truck, I could hear her trying her best to get out. She was kicking the trailer, trying to bust it open. "I'm sorry my dear, but a trailer is meant to keep you inside." I say, and start the drive home.

As soon as she's out of the trailer and in the runout, she seems happier. She kicks her legs up like a foal and gallops off. "What are you going to name her?" Tara, my sister and stable hand, asks me. "Her coat and personality reminds me of a deer. Maybe something to do with a deer?" I say, and my sister rushes off to find her baby name books. After flipping through several pages, she finds the names that mean deer. "Hinda is a name that means deer." Tara reads. I nod my head. "That's the one." I say, still not taking my eyes off the mare. She bucks and gallops playfully, and I smile. Hinda may be hard to train, but it will be worth it. I can feel it.

Notes:
Always have a plan
Needs wash ASAP

[Animemice]

I gazed out at Hinda in the runout. I had got up early to watch her, last night I had even considered sleeping out in the stables. "I brought breakfast." I whirl around to find Tara with a cinnamon bun and a cup of coffee in her hands. "Thanks. Do you think I should try bonding yet?" I ask her. She shakes her head. "Maybe just watch her until she's comfortable here. Oh, I almost forgot!" Tara pulls a small envelope out of her pocket and hands it to me. "This came in the mail today. It's from one of the Mustang Makeover people, it's for you." she says. After I finish my breakfast, I open the letter.

Dear Alex,
Hi! Congratulations on getting in the Mustang Makeover! I found a picture of your horse with her mother as a foal. I've included it in this letter. Your horse was captured with her herd when she was a foal, we took pictures of all of them. Her mother was a beautiful dapple grey, while her father was a chestnut sabino. During the winter of the year that we released her we found her mother's body, it's good to know that at least her foal survived. When she was in captivity I named her Fawn, I'd love to know her new name. Enjoy this picture!

-Dawn
Member Of The Mustang Makeover Staff

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I hold the picture in my hand. Hinda is standing close to her mother, a scared look in her eyes. Her mother is so tall and strong, I imagine that she was the lead mare. I compare the image to Hinda now, and I see the resemblance. She notices me staring, and she comes closer. "I'm sorry that you lost your mother. And I'm sorry your so confused." I tell her, and a twinkle in her eye tells me "It's okay." I put the image in my pocket and pull out an apple slice from my pocket. I lay it on my hand to try and lure Hinda in. She comes forward cautiously, and then she reaches and grabs it from my hand. As soon as she grabs it she gallops off. "That's a start!" I call after her, and I hear her whinny a reply. I smile, for the first time we're getting somewhere.

Notes:
Has been captured before
Lost her mother
Seems to like apples
Took a treat from my hand

[Animemice]

The next day I leap out of bed, ready to take on the day. To take on Hinda. I slip on my clothes, and as I eat my breakfast I write a response to Dawn.

Dear Dawn,
Thanks for the picture! Her new name is Hinda, it means deer. It's very sad to think that her mother died when she was still a foal, I feel bad for her. Do you know anything about her father? Is he dead too or has he been tamed? I have so many questions! Once again, thanks for everything.

-Alex

When I finish I tell Tara to mail it, then I go out to the stables. Hinda is in the shelter part of the runout close to the stall door to my surprise. She is pawing at the ground, and then she notices me. But she doesn't run. "I'm not that scary now am I?" I ask, and she tosses up her head as if to nod. I open the stall door and she backs up. I fill up her water and give her the daily oats and hay. She waits until I'm out of the stall to eat. She seems to take no interest in the oats, which is strange. I thought every horse loved oats! Maybe this will be useful for future feeding time. I then notice that she is dirtier then before. "I think we need to give you a bath today." I say. An hour later I bring out a bucket filled with soap and water, along with some sponges. I then pull out a halter, and then Hinda gets very curious. She comes up to the stall door where I stand, and sniffs it. I rub it on her face to get her used to the feel. She doesn't mind, so then I slip it on her head. She tries to shake it off, but I've already buckled it on. Hinda finally seems to accept that she's not getting it off without my help, so she approaches me looking to get it off. I reach out my hand to touch her, and she lets me. I finally feel her warm body and she finally feels mine. I smile, and then pull off the halter. Hinda sticks her head out to me, as if wanting more pets. I'm more than happy to give them to her. I treasure every second I'm touching her, and I move down to her neck. She seems comfortable with me touching her anywhere. I think she's ready to have her bath.

I turn on the hose and it sprays at Hinda. She seems happy to be cooled off on a hot summer day. I get every spot and side of her, making sure she's clean. Then I scrub her with the sponges, and finally I take the sweat scraper and dry her off. I stand in front of a clean, beautiful dapple bay mare. I smile at the progress we've made so far. Hinda is getting used to the feel of the halter, and we are slowly but surely bonding.

Notes:
Doesn't like oats
Getting used to halter
Fine with me touching her

[Animemice]

I gaze out of my kitchen window at the hot summer day. Tara comes in the house sweating. "Jogging isn't fun in all black clothing. Anyways, I brought you this." she says, handing me another letter. I open it, excited to see what it says.

Dear Alex,
You'll be happy to hear that Hinda's father is alive and well. He was indeed the lead stallion of the herd, and his first foal was Hinda. It's rather funny though, he has also been captured again for the Mustang Makeover. His name is Grady, he appears to be shorter then Hinda at only 13.3hh. However he's stronger and fiercer then ever! I will include the owner's number in case you want to meet them.

-Dawn

I smile for Hinda. At least one of her known family members is still alive, and in the Mustang Makeover too! It would be great to meet the owner and Grady one day, but I have to focus if I'm to make any progress. I thank Tara for bringing me the letter and then I go to see Hinda. Today I want to try showing her the tack, getting her to sniff it and see how she reacts to them. When I approach Hinda's stall, I see her sleeping in the shelter part of the runout. I walk in with a saddle, and she wakes up. She backs up a little, unsure of what I'm doing with the saddle. I hold it out in front of her, and she cautiously leans her head down to sniff it. She sniffs it and then she begins chewing on the girth. I approach her with my arms up high to get her to back up and stop chewing, and she does. "Good girl Hinda!" I say, and pet her on the muzzle. I then bring out a bridle. I accidentally drop it and Hinda spooks. She gallops out to the runout pasture, trying to stay as far away from the bridle as possible. I take the bridle away and swap it in for a saddle pad. I lure in Hinda with her favourite treat, apples. When she is close enough I let her sniff the saddle pad. She doesn't mind, so I gently lay it on her back. She turns her head around to try and get it off, but she doesn't do it and turns back to face me. I hug the mare and she doesn't run away. I'm so happy for how far we've gone, and to think it's only day four! "I still need to introduce myself." I say to Hinda "My name is Alex, and I'm your human. Okay?" She snorts as if to say "okay" and I smile. For once, there is a real bond between us, I know it. I look up into Hinda's wild eyes. I think she knows too.

Notes:
Okay with saddle
Okay with saddle pad
Not okay with bridle

[Animemice]

Thunder and lightning awakes me early one morning. I stare outside my window and see the horses cozy in there stalls and runouts. I'm glad that I don't have to go out in the rain and catch them. Wait, I never brought Hinda in! I leap out of bed and get changed as quick as I can. I rush out to the stables. I look at Hinda's runout to make sure that Tara didn't bring her in. Nope, no horse in there. I run as fast I ever have to the paddock where I left her. It's not safe for her to be out in the open in a storm like this. "Hinda! It's me!" I call. No whinny or hoofbeat is heard. I open the gate and walk into the pasture. I look down. Fresh hoofprints in the wet grass! I follow them to the forest trail, and the gate to the forest trail from the paddock was left open! Hinda has to be up there! I walk the trail and her a snort in the bushes. I walk through them and find a soaking wet Hinda. "Come here girl, I'm gonna get you home." I say, and take an apple out of my pocket to try and convince her. But she doesn't budge. I step forward, and then she bolts down the trail. "Wait up!" I call, running down the trail as fast as I've ever run before. Lightning strikes and Hinda changes directions. I follow her into the paddock and shut the gate behind me. "Please, let me get you home. It's best for both of us." I tell her, and she walks closer to me. "Yes, come on!" I encourage her, and she moves forward again when suddenly lightning strikes in between us. I fall in shock, and Hinda rears up and crashes down on me. Everything goes black.

Notes:
None

[Animemice]

Since Alex is knocked out, this day will be in Hinda's point of view

I get up quickly, careful not to step on Alex. Have I killed her? No, I couldn't have. Or could I? I was starting to like her, we were friends. I don't want to think that I killed her, I don't want to think that I hurt her. I nudge her to get up. Nothing happens. Has she died just like mama? Has she died because she was trying to find me like mama did? I lost my mother to my foolishness, and now I have lost my human to the same thing. It is horrible, and I can only remember what happened that winter many years ago. Drowning myself in thought, I close my eyes.

I open my eyes and realize that I had fallen asleep. I look around. There are horses, but no Alex. I then see a bright, flashing red light by the barn. Alex is being put in the thing that has the light. I rush to the edge of the paddock and whinny to Alex. She doesn't seem to notice me. A new human comes up to me and stares into my eyes. "She's broken her arm, and she'll be back soon. I know my sister, and she hasn't left you for good, Hinda." the human says. And with that, she leaves. I'm happy that Alex will come back, but I'm so afraid that I'll hurt her again or even kill her. Can I do this?

[Animemice]

One week later...

My truck pulls up in the driveway. It feels so good to be home again! I carefully open the door, my arm still in a cast. I take in the barn smell, and then I remember Hinda. I hope she's alright! I start walking towards Hinda's runout when Tara stops me. "Alex, it's best that you don't go near Hinda. Aren't you a little bit scared after what happened?" she asks. I shake my head. "Hinda was just scared, I know she never meant to hurt me. Besides, I'm just going to say hello to her." I say, and Tara nods. "Fine, do what you must. I'll be in the house calling mom and dad. They were so worried about you!" she says, and walks back to our house. I go up to Hinda's runout. She sees me and walks over happily. I smile and pet her. "Hi Hinda! Did you miss me? We'll start training again tomorrow." I tell her. She tosses up her head happily and then starts sniffing my pockets. "Sorry Hinda, I don't have any treats!" I say, and wave goodbye to her.

I walk back to my house, and then I stop dead in my tracks. It's Uncle Ben and his family. "Why are you here?" I ask, walking up to them. Uncle Ben turns around a smiles at me. "Hello Alex! Come here and give Uncle Ben a hug!" he says, his arms out ready for a hug. "No thanks, I asked why your here." I say. Aunt Lisa joins the conversation. "We thought we'd come visit you guys for a while! It's been so long and our girls love horses! Right girls?" she says, and the twins Mia and Emma say "Yes mama." No offence to my Uncle Ben's family, but they're all weird. I don't know how I'm going to survive them. "You never told us you were coming though." I say. Uncle Ben and Aunt Lisa look at each other, and then back at me. "We were supposed to do that?" they both ask. See? Weird. "Well, your here now. Go talk to Tara, she'll set you up. Mia and Emma, come with me." I say. The twins follow me away from the others. We approach the stables, and both girls go wild. They run to each stall, petting horses and yelling things. It seems to take forever to calm them down. "Okay girls, your both riding ponies today. Mia gets Popcorn, and Emma gets Ladybug." I announce, and both girls start freaking out again. This is going to be a long lesson!

When the lesson is over and the twins are gone, I approach Hinda. "Hey girl." I say, touching her gently. She stares at me and her eyes seem to smile. I hug her, never wanting to leave her side again. I know we can do this.

Notes:
Seems happy to see me