Basics:

Name: Teuras (Tou-ras)

Nick names: Silver foal

Name meaning: Victim

Age: 6(human years) and 24 (horse years)

Gender: mare/filly

Size: 15 hh

Herd: lives in Little Creeks villiage

Rider: Kankuri(MINE)

Rank: hunting pony

Body build: Teuras is naturally underweight and is a little out of proportion

Eye colour: half green and half blue

Breed:  Carmague horse

Pelt colour: Cremello  

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Relationships:

Sire (Dad): None

Dam (Mum): None

Siblings: OPEN!

Crush: OPEN!

Crushers: OPEN!

Mate: Amy pond ii is making him ^^

Foals: adopted foal, Poju

Bloodlines: Tueras mother and father were both wild Camargue ponies

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Traits:

Likes: Kankuri, being painted, belonging somewhere, sunbaking, Poju

Dislikes: war, fighting, killing, others who are close to her getting hurt.

Personality: Tueras is very stubborn, she will refuse to give up and she can be very frustraiting, she does a=have an easy going, down to earth side though which everyone loves to see.

History:  Tueras was born in the wild Americas, she lived with her mother and father and all of her herd, she had the best life any foal could have and because she was the princess, she got very spoilt. She had trouble making friends as she was always pushing them around and telling them what they could and couldn’t do, one night, all Tueras’ herd were asleep in the marsh when a giant gunshot broke the silence, the whole herd was terrified and emmidiatly bolted in every direction, the herd had never witnessed or come in contact with man bfore and had no idea what to do, the man had come to take some horses and use them and to kill some for their soft coats and expensive manes and tails. Turas was split up from her parents and before she knew it, all was silent. The men had taken all they wanted including a couple of dead horses and some still alive, Tueras spotted her mothers bloody, lifeless body being dragged and her father being roped too one of the horses, her father spotted Tueras in a bush and tried to break free to get his daughter but the men and horses were too strong and he was slowly taken away. Tueras lay in the marsh with heavu rain falling on her, crying her eyes out. She awoke the next morning to blood stained grass and dirt and horrible memories of the night before. She was not a young foal and had already learnt how to fend for herself, so she set off in search of a herd to provide off.

Tueras had walked for hours and was starving for her mothers teet, she, luckily hadn’t ran into any mountain lions or hungry eagles, just as she was about to give up, she heard a soft whinnie in the distance, Tueras was overjoyed and bolted straight to the sound, to her horror, the sound lead her straight to man. These men seemed different though, they didn’t have big loud sticks and didn’t hurt other horses, these menn were not pale either, they had dark skin. Tueras lay low but scouted the area and when she found it was safe, she entered the Village, a girl slowly approached Tueras and something seemed different about her particularly, she didn’t fight, she seemed to protect more. Tueras felt a connection between the two as the girl stroked her forhead and sand soft words to her, a month past and Tueras and the girl were as close as ever, they followed eachother around and played like 2 foals, the girls name was Kankuri and she had a way with Tueras that no other Indian American in that Village understood, Kankuri and Tueras are teens now, and still as close as ever.

Relation to spirit:  She is in Little creeks village

Head base: Me

Body base: Me