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Name; I was dubbed Solidare
Age; Three years ago
Breed; I was bred from that of the Appaloosa and the Quarter Horse
Gender; I was carved filly inside my mother
Height; I stretch 15hh, small but tough
Color; A mysterious yet stunning blue roan varnish appaloosa
Mane and Tail; Pure ebony
Markings; Blue roan with varnish appaloosa markings, mysterious eh
Eyes; Pure Mahogany baby, you sure will be lured
Heart; Crosses between both flow through my veins and wild heart
History; Well sad but true I have seen it all. Being a filly born into the wilderness, I was looked sorely down upon my selfish mother for she wanted a young son to carry on her own selfish name. Her name was Black Velvet, what a bitch! She kicked dirt in my face when I was born and cried to her dark lord for why he had cursed her with this wrench. Black Velvet was a mean, spiteful equine who thrived on the evil dwelling inside of her. I have no idea what my father Hiason saw in her. What was he seeing? She was nothing for him, he could so so much better but no. He loved her but soon had his heart broken when she left him for another man. Hiason was heart broken but he always came back to me. He never left me. Never. He was true and good, something I admired. I had a surogate mother for the first year of my life and she was a beautiful Arabian mare who already had a colt of her own under Cameson, the second brute in charge of the herd. Cameson was a beautiful, strong proud Mustang stallion who was good friends with my dear father. Both ruled over the lands they had well preparing to fight when necessary to protect those in their herd from harm. Cameson and Hiason were true L E G E N D S... I just hope to see my dear father again. Dear Hiason please come back to me...

Why you ask, well I shall tell you. After my first year in the herd Cameson became injured from a battle with another stallion. Cameson won but cam away with terrible injuries to his chest, barrel, and back right limb. He could still walk but was in so much pain. I had never seen such pain. Poor Cameson, I wish you were still alive. Two newer, younger brutes had been scanning and looking into our herd for sometime. Being a young filly and always wandering off, I had noticed them while out on my journey. Both were strong and tough. Finding out, I galloped as fast as I could home. I had never ran so fast in my life. I remember the power and the adrenaline I felt as I ran. It was amazing for I knew I was going to save the herd, I wish I could say this. Sorry for I am not telling the truth. The herd was destroyed. I did manage to tell Hiason but no the brutes force was too much. Cameson dies in battle after protecting my father Hiason and both of us ran free from the lands we called home. Poor Cameson, please come back we miss you. You were dear to us, very dear...

The herd was scattered and we could not round up enough of our mares and colts. I was heartbroken for I missed them dearly. Feeling that adrenaline rush again, I stared up at Hiason and stared deep into his eyes. He needed my help for he was my father. Turning on my heels, I charged back into my homeland ready to fight for what it was worth. No brute would get away with stealing my dear fathers herd. Hiason charged after me. Adrenaline too rushing through his veins for the safetly of his own daughter. But no I would not stop for the adrenaline pushed me on. Coming back into my land, I screamed my own call into the winds. I wanted those brutes to hear my. To feel me. To sense me. To be scared of me. Nothing was stopping me now. I was uncontrollable. Hiason had lost sight of me as I charged into my homeland. Poor dear father, he was frightened and worried for his daughter.

Finally through the charge, I noticed one of the brutes rapping my dear surrogate mother Hazel. Screaming with anger, I sped further and faster to the bastard before me. The scream of dear Hazel broke my heart in half. The brute saw me and knocked Hazel to one side. Watching as he charged, I skidded to a halt and reared towering over his head. Hooves striking the sky. Striking the air and striking his back but no he was far too strong. With one push from his 6 year old frame, I stumbled backwards and fell onto my back. Watching in horror as the black Mustang cross Percheron brute reared above me I closed my eyes waiting for the impact. But no imapact. There was a scream and a roar of hooves. Opening my eyes, there was Hiason and Hazel battling the brute before them. Stumbling back onto all fours, I watched as Hiason threw the brute to one side. The brute stumbled and fell calling for his partner. Hiason turned to me and all three of us galloped out of the lands.

At least Hazel was saved and did not bear the foal of that brute. We stayed together as a small herd for sometime before Hazel passed away under the moonlight. Her body had taken too many beatens in her time and now was the time to pass. I will never forget the dear old mare. I miss you dear Hazel but you are at peace with dear Cameson. Your true and one time love. Rest in peace dear fellowers. You both will be missed. I shall see you galloping through the stars in my dreams.

I was two when Hazel passed away and soon lost Hiason through a terrible thunderstorm. I was alone for many years before I stumbled upon a land where equines were heading to. Following, I stumbled upon what could be my new home. I miss Hiason and so long for him to come back to me. See you soon papa!
Personality; Mean spiritied, cruel, fights to the death, does not left others walk over her, arogant, sweet, kind, a proper laugh - you get the gist

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