~Information~

Name: Akifa
Pronounced: (aa-kif-ah)
Meaning: Devoted to
Nicknames: Ak (Uh-Key) Fey, Kif

Gender: Mare
Age: Depends on how I draw her
Breed:  Arabian

Coat: Dapple Grey
Height: 14.1

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~Relations~

Sire: Gabbar
Dam: Dameer
Siblings: Unknown

Crush:  (See Contest)
Crushers: (See Contest)

Mate: None
Foals: None

Herd: None

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~Personality~

Personality:  Very kind, but like all Arabians is naturally high strung and at times can be very squirmy. She spooks easily and will take off when hearing an unknown sound.  Stays clam and feels safe when being around others that she can really trust.  Energetic and very Intelligent.  Loves to learn new things. Gentle when it comes to the young ones.  Doesn’t really care for stallions but likes to show off just a bit for fun.

Likes:  Being Free

Dislikes: Anyone who doesn’t treat her right

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History:

Akifa was born in a large tribe in Arabia to a very proud Family. The proud owner of Akifa was widely known for his Beautiful Arabians. Akifa's life was peaceful and you could say Intertanable. She stayed in the tents with the owner's Family and played with the young children. Akifa had learned to be patient and didn't mind the loud noise at all.

Akifa had become part of one of the family and was never to be sold. One afternoon a strange man came to the tribe and ask to buy Akifa but the own refused. The man offered a large amount of many but he was once again turned down. The man became furious and without a word left. Till one late night when everyone was fast asleep, the strange man came to the tribe. Akifa had never seen him before she was not sure on what to do. Since still young she fallowed the man with curiosity.

Once Akifa had finally realized what was going on, it was to late. She was all ready boarded onto a ship. Akifa knew she would never see her beloved home and family again but when remembering her mothers word “Adventure is the key to a great life.” she looked at this frightful heading a new adventure. When arriving to the new land she was brought to the cavalry. Since was still shook and all wired up from boat ride she was very wary and jumpy with things. The Colonel did not help much when firing a gun shot and scaring the day lights out of her. Every since then she had been very skittish. After being there for a few days and not liking it one bit she some how managed to get away and is now running freely.