Nicknames: CC

Breed: Pintaloosa

Colors/coat: creme and white, pale creme base with white pinto spots. white, light creme and dark creme appaloosa blanket spots. dusty slightly ashy dirty blonde main. bright amber almost yellow eyes. white knee socks on all legs. light salmon colored hooves.

Age:15 years

Height: 14 hh

Gender: Mare

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Sire: Icarus

Dam: Galatea

Colts: none

Fillies: none

Status: Broken and latter wild

Rider: unnamed

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Friends: Skinner (?)

Crush: Skinner 

Mate: at the moment Unknown

Siblings: None

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personality: sweet, smart for the most part, she isn't the bravest she is very skittish, but can muster up bravery if she must, she is very curious and is easily intrance but nature's beauty. She can say some deep things even if she acts alittle simple and green, as said before under it all and deep in her hart very smart. she is professionally trained thus his has a dance and a prance in her trot, gallop and gate, and  moves every elagently. however i guess you could call her that sweet country girl she's not as girlie girl as she looks.

Likes: greanery, scenery, playing and dashing in water, rolling in the grass, star gazing, feeling the wind in her mane

Dislikes: fighting, loud noises, being so afraid of things, how most think she's stupid.

History:

Circe had been an off dutie calvary horse for formal events her whole life, however she couldn't help to gaze out at the wild blue yander, every time she was ridden out of the base. She would day dream of life out on her own being free to run. She was an very excitable mare full of alot of energy, she could not stand being pint up in what was nothing more than a barless wooden cage of a stable. She hated the tasteless hay and oats fed to her. One day when her rider took her outside of the base by himself, Circe figured this was her chance, she bucked her rider and took off for the hills as fast her her trained hooves would take her, in an ellagent prance like  gallop, forgien to the wild horses. Circe was intranced by all the untamed nature around her, almost forgetting about it's many dangers, However this reality hit fast as she had to fight off a starved cougar male. Circe begain to think that she might need to find a herd, she didn't know alot about herds or how they worked, she had heard stories about them from wild calvary horses that had been broken, but that was not really enough to help here. She tried various herds but usually got run off, due to her odd trot. Circe was clueless on how wild life was, finally her last attempt to find a herd, she came across a rather large one, it was full of all kinds of mares, foals, and stallions. It looked like it would make a good home. Circe sought out what she thought was their "commander" as she called it, not knowing of the title Lead stallion. She found out it was the stallion Skinner, She talked with him and asked if she could reside in his herd.......