N E V E A R 

(pronounced Ne-veer)

Breed: Mustang

Age: 5 

Height: 16 HH

STORY

Charging into battle spear at the ready,

lunging over the fallen trees and missing the draping vines.

My rider tugs my mane as a sign to head on faster, so i do.

I hear my friends behind me some frightened for it was their first time,

but I was never afraid. From the first day till today i have never been scared of it.

We came to the battle stretch seeing our enimies on foot, they did not know the way of horses and how loyal they can be. My rider stopped me she shouted her words of goodluck for she was the leader and we were always at the front carrying a mighty spear while she had the pelt of a Jaguar draped over her. She stopped and whispered into my ear, I reared up snorting nostrils flared and ears perked straight ahead and charged on into battle....

It was all to fast the sword the blood the screaming, my rider was unseated lying on the ground a puddle of warm blood trickling around her. she had been stabbed I saw the person who had killed her heading towards me my riders blood now at the end of his spear I was frightened, I reared and galloped as fast as the spirits of our kind would take me. I was leaving this place never to return ...