Name: swahili
Gender: female
Age: 4 years old
Breed: hanoverian, paint, appaloosa
Height: 15.2 hhs
Colour: Smoky Cream Varnished Roan Appaloosa
Coat Genetics: Ee/aa/CrCr/STYsty/Lplp
Eyes: hazel (mix of green and yellow)

Personality:

this girl is a gorgeous, sweet, innocent soul. she has a big heart, and is extremely over protective of those she calls her friends and families. she is a mare who is comfortable in her own skin, and while she knows she is exotic and pretty, she doesn't use it to her advantage. she's an honest sort, preferring to help others then to help herself. she hates to see cruelness coming from a land where horses owned others. she is terrified of chains and ropes for this reason, having been raised as one that was owned before she managed to climb the ranks to an owner. she believes in freedom, justice, and doing the right thing, and doing it with a kind, large heart.

History:

swahili doesn't like her story told, especially the beginning so share this not. swahili was born to a young mare named raven's midst, the first of the three foals the mare would have before she would be brutally murdered. her father was a master, breeding with many but killing most of his off spring so only three others, her two full siblings and one half sibling, being alive. when she was barely five months old, she ended up being swapped for a new slave mare, and soon swahili was sent to the slave pens to find a new master. she waited many days before a young stallion came, one a year or so older then she. he claimed her and with his help she began to learn the method of climbing the ranks from lowely slave foal to a young master mare. he'd been her rescuer, taking her away from the cruelty that was the place she was forced to stay, and with his guidance she found shelter in a higher rank that allowed her to the be ruler, not the ruled.

however she grew to hate the land she was in, the cruelness and darkness with in it, and it was for that reason she ended up leaving when she was three, a year ago. she traveled many places, before ending up in a land ruled by stranger creatures, and horses alike. she spent a few months alone, learning the land, that was until she was soon capture by one of these dark, furless creatures, that she'd later would know were called indian. the hunt for her had been intense, and only by the betrayal of another horse had she ended up pinned, with ropes swirling around her. instantly frozen with fear, she was forced back to civilization where she is now in a pen with many other horses being looked at by white and indian alike as the barter and try to claim her as their own. she went from being a slave to horses, to a slave of humans, and she wasn't sure, if this would be better or not.

but then came river, and her ghostly stallion ni. she hadn't expected to find one of these 'indians' that she'd like, but this one was kind, smiling, trying to feed her orange sticks of doom, though ni had told her plenty of times they were edible, though she had always stuck to the apples. the female indian, river, soon bought her, and after having grown used to ni she'd allowed herself to be lead home, surprised to find herself quickly becoming used to this sort of life. she grew used to handling small children, to being around others who didn't see her unique coat colors at strange, but instead beautiful. but it was with ni who she found herself spending time with, working to keep peace between he and any other poor stallion who was stupid enough to get in his way. however the time came to an end when whites snuck into river's home, and tried to steal her from ni, from river. ni fought, his hatred for man spurring forward, though she knows nothing of what happened to him, only hearing a single gun shot, a horse's violent cry, and then she was being forced into a gallop by the horse she was tied to, led away.

the whites stopped one night for a rest, and that was when she'd managed to escape. she ran, rain washing the dye of the indians from her pelt, the feather's sliding from her mane, loosened from their perches, and after just a few short weeks she once more resembled the wild mare she had been before river and ni. and now, no longer sure who she is, no longer sure where she belongs she's found herself in a new land, one she's unfamiliar with, one she doesn't know anything about . . . but she's prepared, fully prepared to embrace the second chance at a wild life, despite how much she already misses her previous.

Referred by: Stormie kidnapped me and forced me here! She has also okayed Swahili's unique coloring do to the fact that it is a genetic mutation that really can occur.

ACCEPTED!! Welcome to Illyria.