" Indiana"

 

 

Aka: Indy

 

 

Gender: Mare

Age: 3 yrs.

Breed: Morgan

 

Pelt: Seal Brown

Markings: White blaze/socks

Eye Color: light steel blue

 

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Sire: Famous Morgan Stud

* Back Story: Mother was brought to stud at his stud farm. The two had no attraction to each other, but got the "job" done.*

 

Dam: Morgan Broodmare

*Back Story: An older mare who had given birth to 8 foals in all. Indy being her last. She died a few months after Indy's birth.

 

Full Sibling(s): 7 others, but knows none

Half Sibling(s): Many, but none that she knows personally.

 

Crush: Brantley

Crusher: Brantley.

 

Mate: Brantley

Foals: none.

 

 

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Status: currently domesticated.

 

Herd: none

Rank: n/a

 

Birth Place: Old Morgan Broodmare Facility

Current Place: Ranch

 

Likes: frolickin in the pasture, grooming and fussing over Brantley, knowing she can usually win an argument with him, clover, jumping

Dislikes: Humans on her, whips, abuse, confinement

 

 

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Personality: Indy is a bright, intelligent mare. She always tries to see the best of everything. Can tend to be snappy to humans and other studs. Has enormous determination!

 

 

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History:

 

Indiana was the "product" of careful breeding, which shows in her fine tuned physical appearance. She didn't even have proper time to bond with her mother, she had only 3 months with her before she passed. From 3 months old she was bottle fed and handled everyday. Before long she became a favorite. 

 

When she reached the age to ride, the humans quickly found out she was gonna be a handful! After two years of steady training, firm yet gentle, they had done it. Indianna was now considered a ridable horse. But her new success didn't last long, every owner she came to she would outsmart and disappear. One day she ended up in the hands of a rancher. He lived way out west and she was loaded up. She felt like she had been in the trailer forever when they finally arrived to her new "home". 

 

They put her in a corral adjascent to a lush green pasture... something they didn't think clearly. That was the pasture where they kept the studs.

 

(to be continued)

 

Brantley: Marty-McFly