Name: Nichie
Gender: mare
Age: seven
Breed:1appaloosa x american mustang
Height: 14.3hh
Colour: liver chestnut w/ flaxen mane and tail with appaloosa blanket
Coat Genetics: ee/Aa/nZ/nLp
Eyes: sky blue

Personality: Nichie is defiant, stubborn, and set in her ways. She is a strong spirited woman who likes to be able to say she is very independent. She will fight for what she believes in until the end, even if it is wrong most of the time. Rarely does she back down, but when she does she bows out gracefully. She is very in tune with the earth and knows all of its secrets. She's wise to an extent, but still she enjoys the company of others. She is easily annoyed and unamused with others, and often will be found by herself.

History: Born into a herd. Nothing special here, but another foal. The herd, however, was breed by the Comanche indians. Upon the filly's second birthday, there was a round up. The entire herd was rounded up into make shift corrals. Terrified and angry, the filly was defiant and held fast against any of the strange looking and smelling two leggeds. The older horses were unphased and welcomed there presence as well as their touch. Nichie watched and learned. A few nights passed and upon the fourth morning and small human boy came forth. Unlike the rest of the warriors who came to attain her, he was kind and gentle. She attached to him and left her mothers side with ease.

Upon her fourth birthday, her boy and her were practically attached at the hip. However, a dog fight with a neighboring tribe was thick on the air. The day finally came when she was painted up with yellow lightning bolts and blue and red circles around her eyes. He mounted her and met up with the rest of the comanche warriors and to war the went.

The battle field was wide and a even green plain. Nichie was on the front lines and when she was asked to move forward, she went proudly. It wasn't until she reached the other side did she realize she was alone. Among the other scattering horses, she turned frantically and searched out for her boy. She retraced her steps only to find him choking on his last breath. Bubbling red ooze tricked from his mouth and from the arrow wound right above his heart. He reaches for her and she touches her nose to his hand. It seemed so quickly as his hand fell to the ground and his last breath of life was taken. Nichie back away slowly and turned and walked away from her boy. Never to look back again.

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