TAMED HORSE SHEETS

"I'd kill a thousand men before I let one make me his slave."

Name
Corro {Spanish: I run}

Age
Four years

Gender
Stallion

Rank
Lead Stallion

Appearance
Corro is a handsome grey, clothed with a flowing mane and flagging tail. His points are black, as he once was, and they contrast sharply. Dancing across his knees and cannons are thin, whip like scars. A dark, steely grey creeps up his legs and hindquarters, spider webbing their way across his barrel in a stunning dapple pattern. His fore legs and shoulders bear the same iron hue as his hind legs, as does his neck and the underside of his jawbone. Two white half pasterns stand in stark contrast, through they will eventually fade as the darkness of his coat does. His face is a lighter grey, and the faintest outline of a star can just be made out. In years to come, Corro will fade to a bright white, but for now his mottled coat is testament to his age.

His mane and tail are a mixture of black, grey, and white, long tendrils threading their way across his neck and through his legs. When excited, annoyed, or playful, Corro's tail will fly trough the air like a banner. The rims of his ears are finely lined with black, and perched atop a finely shaped head. He is rather small, standing at only 14.2 hands, but his boisterous personality and quick turn of speed makes up for it. His legs are stout, as is the rest of him. A sturdy, broad shouldered stud, Corro will go to great lengths to defend his dear herd.

Should one be unfortunate enough to end up on the receiving end of Corro's gaping mouth, one would notice his small, still white teeth, the Galvin's Groove that appears at five years not even present. His large eyes are yet another indicator of his age: bright, and shining with curiosity at a world he has barely seen.

Personality
He is also rather young to lead, having taken over the herd by means of their ancient, decrypt leader. Now, he blunders his way through leadership, learning the ups and downs dutifully, while trying, and often failing, to control his coltish tendencies. Corro loves to have fun. Despite the serious duties of his position, Corro can often be seen instigating playful spars with yearlings, challenging others to races, and playing with the foals with such gentleness, as if he's afraid he'll break them. Kindness is always the first thing upon this young stud's mind, and he adores talking to others.

Corro is a very proud stallion. He's a bit vain, and very stubborn. He has poor judgement, and often rushes headfirst into conflict. A cool headed, reasonable mare would be his ideal second in command, but whoever may come will be accepted with kindness. Corro is also very much a hothead, especially to any bachelor stallions who may dare to show their faces. Although he can count the number of fights he's been in with ease, especially due to the numerous small, faint scars strewn across his iron coat, Corro is always willing to 'throw hooves', if you will.

Corro takes it as his own personal duty to check in with every horse in his herd at least once every day. He loves his family with a passion, and he would only allow a mare, foal, or yearling to be taken over his dead body. Because of this, he tends to wear circles in the grass as he paces around his herd, always on the lookout for danger. He's a bit paranoid, perhaps because of his young age and inexperience, a huge red flag to any older stallion looking for a herd, and Corro trains constantly with his braves.

As fierce as he may seem, or try to be, Corro is naught but a slab of butter when it comes to the precious few members of his herd who are younger than him. He isn't a very good enforcer when it comes to rules, though he tries his best, and tougher mares may have to step in if he lets it go a bit too far. He reacts to being scolded by his family very much like the yearlings he often plays with: by hanging his head and sulking away. Despite his high rank, pride, and fierce dedication, Corro is still very much a colt.

Other
Corro was born to a herd that has since broken up. He was chased out at two and a half years, found himself a bachelor herd, then challenged the previous, rapidly failing lead stallion of his herd. He won, as the poor old horse could barely put up much of a fight, and allowed the stallion to stay within the safety of the herd until his death a few months later.
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"May the bridges I burn light the way."

Name
Llamarada {Spanish: Blaze }

Age
Five Months

Gender
Filly

Rank
Foal

Appearance
Mara is an earthen bay, with dark around her eyes and a black muzzle. She has one white sock on her left fore, and a dark dorsal stripe rushes down her back. Cutting across it is an ebony shoulder strip, forming a sort of cross upon her shoulders and back. Mara's tail and mane are the color of obsidian, and her eyes are a dark chocolate. Perhaps the most striking thing about this little filly is her wide, bright blaze. It trickles from her forehead, between her eyes, down her slightly dished face, and onto her muzzle, coloring the skin there pink. Some splotches of a similar color appear on her bottom lip, almost carrying the appearance of lipstick.

She's a lean, lanky horse, and she will most likely stay that way. Her legs are overly long, her ears are too big for her head, and she's quite uncoordinated, even for her age. Her massive ears, however, are neatly lined with black, and her legs are dark to her knees, where they fade into her chocolate color of her coat. Mara's gaskins and underbelly are lighter than the rest of coat, and her face and shoulders are darkest. Her richly hued eyes are bright and constantly taking in their mountainous home, still relatively new to the wonders of this world.

Her teeth are small and click often, as she's a natural born trouble maker, and tends to be on the receiving end of disciplinary nips. As Mara has just begun to eat grass, they are still ridged from their eruption. Her hooves are small and compact, and her left fore is a pale yellow while the other three are a dark grey. They are almost always in motion, save when she collapses at her mother's side for a nap. Being naughty is exhausting.

Personality

Mara's personality is perhaps the biggest thing about her. She's a boisterous, energetic, clever foal, with seemingly boundless new ways to make trouble. If there's one thing little Mara loves to do, almost more than she likes to run, is talk. She's loud, and obnoxious, and often talks to herself if no one's around to listen. As a foal, her opinion doesn't carry much value. Mara shares it anyway. . Occasionally, she'll stage entire conversations with no one but herself. Despite her love of conversation, this filly lacks, well, shall we say, tact. She's very blunt, and can sometimes come across as cruel, even if she wouldn't dream of hurting her herd. Mara also has a very strong tendency to interrupt. She's headstrong and stupidly brave, a compulsive liar, as well as a social butterfly. However, she is very hard on her friends.

Those she chooses to welcome into her inner circle tend to face more challenges than those who have nothing to do with her. She loves adventure, and she'll be damned if her friends don't join her. She's way too energetic, and it's difficult keeping up with her. She's also very much a gossip hound, with a strong ear for some 'sister tea'. But if she hears any about those she calls friends, the poor horse spreading the rumor will most likely find themselves listening to a small creature screech at them about respect and kindness. Yes, she's a very big hypocrite.

But Mara is a kind, gentle creature, with a patent for sticking her nose where it doesn't belong, and a willingness to bond. Despite the tendency to lie without thinking, she's truthful to those she finds trustworthy, and never hesitates to shower her loved ones in endless compliments. She often finds a single friend she clicks especially well with, and, like it or not, that poor, unfortunate soul might just find a small bay filly at their side, every second of every day.


Other
Mara is looking for a mother
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ɴᴀᴍᴇ
René.

ᴀɢᴇ
6 years old.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Stallion.

ʀᴀɴᴋ
Medicine Stallion.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
René is a stallion of average height, reaching 15 hands, but sporting a build stockier than most. A possible hint at some Draft lineage somewhere in his bloodline perhaps, though there is no way to prove as such and if asked René would think it impossible a horse so large could ever exist, having never seen one with his own eyes. As a buckskin, his glossy coat is predominately a light golden hue with a dark dorsal stripe running down the length of his spine. His legs are black, reaching above the knees, but still well below the shoulders and haunches, creating the illusion of dark stockings. His tail and mane are of moderate length, night black and threaded with golden-brown. A small white marking in the shape of a diamond can be found of his forehead and his eyes a bright chestnut brown color. The area around his mouth and nose turns from golden to black.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
René has a joyful and relaxed temperament, always willing to lend a helping hoof to those in need. His injury might limit him in some regards, but he isn’t one for self-pity and simply makes the best of it. As a healer René isn’t required to do much patrolling or fighting and so spends most of his days among the herd looking after the wounded and ill, rarely leaving the group unless called out for an emergency. Though he is a fairly laid-back individual he’s quite witty and won’t put up with anyone belittling him.

Anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to mock or patronize him will be left to tend to whatever is ailing them on their own until they apologize. While both prideful and stubborn, he is also fearless and devoted. always doing his best to protect the herd. He doesn’t fight often, but he can still be found practicing in case he ever needs the skills, focusing more on his three good legs when it comes to getting around or defending himself and others. He seems to enjoy the mysticism that surrounds his position and you can bet he plays it up, especially around youngsters.

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ
You Got It In You - BANNERS.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
Mustango.

As a colt, he was quite the daredevil and that would eventually be his downfall. In an attempt to impress some friends, he tried to jump a rather wide ditch and never reached the other side, plummeting to the hard ground below and injuring one of his hind legs on the rocks he landed on. It wasn’t quite broken, but the medicine mare informed him the injury would always stay with him.

He remained in the healer’s company for many moons, finding through being tended to and watching her tend to others that he could perhaps still have a purpose. The old mare taught him all she knew before passing on and leaving René as the herd’s sole healer. The fact that his own foolishness caused his injury is something he’s honestly quite embarrassed about.

René was allowed to stay with the herd by his former leader, his father in fact, due to his unusual circumstances and seems just as content to serve Corro now, impressed by his kindness and generosity as he allowed the old lead stallion to remain with them until his death.

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Breeze.

ᴀɢᴇ
5 years old.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Mare.

ʀᴀɴᴋ
Brave.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
A taller mare at 16 hands. An incredibly dark blue roan, at night the darker points of her body blend with the deep blue-gray of her coat, sparse white speckling located across her shoulders and ribcage. Her long legs and slender build hint at possible Thoroughbred influences, and indeed Breeze seems one with the wind when she runs. A few faded scars can be found scattered across her leanly muscled frame, at times difficult to pick out against her dark pelt. Her mane and tail are solid black, somewhat feathery, but not overly long and her eyes are a startlingly pale shade of blue.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Inpatient and a bit lacking in the impulse control department, she portrays herself as being calm, collected and composed, but in truth, she's a fiery soul with a temper that's easy to ignite. Once set off she tends to be unforgiving and relentless, more often with words than teeth unless facing an intruder. Whether she comes to regret her actions or not will likely depend on how he feels about whoever was involved in the argument. Despite Breeze's volatile moods she isn't entirely unkind and attempts to treat others with respect until given a reason to dislike them. She comes across as confident and resolute but has her own private insecurities to deal with.

Fearless and bold, she's not one to shy away from a challenge. Undeniably passionate about the causes and horses she chooses to align herself with, Breeze is someone you can trust to have your back no matter the dangers or risks. She always strives to do what she believes to be right but tends to be so stuck on her own ideals that she isn't always open to new points of view. Fierce and protective, she considers herself a guardian and will always look out for the downtrodden. This in itself could prove a weakness. She is easily moved by the plights of others. Those who know her best can see past the rough and ever-so-serious facade she has created for herself.

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ
Children of the Sun - Thomas Bergersen (feat. Merethe Soltvedt).

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
She comes from a herd that roamed in another area and speaks with a distinct accent.

Appears extremely uninterested in reproducing, valuing her rank above motherhood, but is kind to the foals and yearlings regardless.

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Name
Valeda (Val)
Latin-American for 'Strong & healthy'

Age
7 Years

Gender
Mare

Rank
Medicine Mare

Appearance
Valeda is not one to be easily confused with another, sporting many'a unique and awfully distinctive markings. Not one other simple equine wore such bold of stripes as she, at least not on these lush plains. These bold zags were undeniably eye-catching, especially as they danced in and out of the mare's lighter dun-like coloration. Val's live muscular was further framed with deepening tones of ebony, a single white sock worn defiantly aloft her back ankle. Between those rich, caramel-colored eyes sat a near perfect white star. It could be seen at a great distance should the lass be approaching, 'less it be enveloped by the long tendrils that so elegantly cascaded down the mare's most womanishly influenced facial.

Personality
Valeda is even natured; neither a dictator nor a pushover. She is not one to be talked down to or otherwise accept disrespect. She's mostly a wise, laid back, and often content mare; but be warned, it takes little fuss to summon the mare's more haughty and stubbornly authoritative character. To befriend the beefy lass is to gain a life-long offering of protection and many'an affectionate gestures, in addition to a sharing of her wealthy knowledge. To double-cross the seemingly lazed duchess; well, she'd -perhaps- give new light onto the meaning of 'life in hell'.

Other
Open to plotting.
Mustango