Name:Mariska

Age:1..or however old I decide to make her

Breed: Mustang/Thoroughbred

Height: 17 hands

Color: Bay  with white blaze and star and a sock on left hind hoof

Likes: running, being alive and having a good time, long naps, munching as every horse does, chasing things, playing in water and rolling in mud.

Personality:She is very spirited and never seems to run out of energy.She is very loving and has a very sweet temper, but just dont push her too far.Very adventreous loves to run and play

Dislikes:Humans and anyone who threatens the herd stuck up mares, know it alls , and oh those horrible pumas!

History:After getting homesick and loosing her foal Rain had longed to see Little Creek and her village again. Spirit agreed that it wld be a good idea and knew he as well had liked the strange kind two legged. Spirit and  moved thier herd closer to where the village was, However when they approached they were taken by suprize the whole village was ransacked, white men had moved in again. The place was in a mess Teepees torn down burned, dead horses it was all bare. As they walked through they noticed something strange where were the humans? there was no one around. Then Spirit spotted a small movement along the river he stopped immeaditly hoping it was no threat, Rain stood next t him. Then a soft whinny was heard. Rain ran to it immeaditly followed by Spirit. As he approached Rain stood over a small bay filly with an unsual marking that ran along her face. She looked up at them scared as she stood next to a dead mare, tears were in her eyes, she was still in shock. Spirit looked at her then at the ruins "we cant just leave her" he neighed to Rain who seemed to have already  loved the filly. "We need to get out of here" Rain said with a sad look on her face as she thought of where Little Creek could possibly be. Spirit nodded then they went off back to the herd with their new member.

Mariskas story is yet to be told....