Name:  Chenoa (dove)

Gender:  Mare
Age:  5
Breed:  mustang

Color: Cremello (NOT WHITE)

Sire:  unkown

Dam:  Miakoda (palomino mare)

Lullaby (the song River Song sings for her): The Voice 

History: Her mother was weak, and shortly after she gave birth, they stopped at a small glade to rest. Chenoa fell asleep, but was soon awakend by her mothers pain-filled cry, and a quiet voice. A small human was sitting by her mother and looking at her. The human continued to speak quietly to her mother, while watching her as she scrambled to her hooves. She nickerd to her mother, who responded with a weak neigh. The human started humming softly, and slowly, her mother's breathing slowed, and stopped.  Chenoa nudged her mother and whinnied in distress. After a bit, the human took something off it's shoulders and rubbed it over her mother's body. Then the human held the thing out to her. She sniffed it, nickerd, and the human neighed softly. Chenoa took a step toward her, and she sniffed the thing, it smelled like her mother, then the it moved. Chenoa followed it until she could lean agasint it. She heard voices, but was too tired and fell asleep.

Chenoa leanred that she had been taken to a human viaalge, and the human that had led her here was called River Song. River Song came to see her everyday, and Chenoa grew attatched to her. Chenoa grew and started acting like the other foals, frisking about and playing with River Song. River Song spent every minute she could with her, and the two formed such a strong bond to the point where River Song could understand what the she wanted, and vice versa. It was at this point that River Song gave the foal her name, Chenoa (dove), after her light coat.

For a year, River Song and Chenoa were never seen apart, and it became a common sight in the village to see the cream filly trotting behind River Song. Wherever one was, the other was never too far behind.

Sadly, this did not last.

One night, a group of white men from the army raided the village and set fire to everything. Admist the screaming, running, and confusion, Chenoa was seperated from River Song, and captured byt the men.

The men took her back to a large and dusty place called a "fort" and threw her in a pen with other yearlings. The yearlings were rearing and screaming and fighting, and Chenoa kept calling for River Song. One of the white men came by with a stick and made a loud noise like thunder. There was a squel and one of the yearlings, a young stallion, fell to the ground. Terrified, Chenoa started franticly calling, and the other yearlings did the same while two more white men came and started shouting at the one with the stick.

After a long time, days or weeks, Chenoa lost count, some white men came and roped her and dragged her from the pen and into a much smaller pen. Chenoa could hardly move and something heavy was slammed onto her back and the white men shoved something into her mouth. Terrified, Chenoa bolted from the pen the second the white men opend the gate. She bucked, reared, and thrashed about, until something landed in front of her with a thud. Chenoa looked down at a white man, then bolted in the other direction, only to found it blocked by a fence. She ran in circles, trying to find a way out until some white men roped her and dragged her into a single pen. They beat her and left her there. That night Chenoa called despratly for River Song, but she never anserwd and Chenoa felt betrayed.

Over time, it became routine for Chenoa to be dragged from one pen to another, have the white men try and ride her, and then get dragged back and beaten. During one paticulery nasty beating, Chenoa knocked her head agasint the wall and after this she grew  vicious and bitter to the point where the white men began talking of shooting her. Some weeks later, the men brought in a buckskin stallion, who Chenoa only caught glimpses of, but a few days after he was brought in, he freed the other horses. Chenoa ran with the others, and passed the buckskin, and caught a glimpse of the indian riding him. He looked vaugly familur, but Chenoa didn't stick around to find out who he was. She fled to the mountains, where few people went and she could hide in the caves. She lived off the grass and trees that grew, and rarely ventured down from the mountains excpet for water, and only did so at night.

A few people caught glimpses of her, but because of her nearly white coat, they thought she was a ghost or spirit, and both white man and indian began spreading tales of the "phantom horse" of the mountain.