Basics~

Birth Name: Mist

Pronounced: (Mist)

Name Meaning: A cloud like gathering of small watery particles forming a thinner more beautiful fog.  

Preferred Name: Mist

Pronounced: --

Nick Name(s): Misty (Mist-ee)  

Age: Depends

Sex: Female

Realistic: Yes

Spirit Related: Yes

Rank: Lead Mare

Herd: Imalah (Ih-Mah-Lah)

HH: 15.2

Relationships~

Rider: No never

(Father Side)Grandmother: Unknown

(Father Side)Grandfather: Unknown

(Mother’s Side)Grandmother: Unknown

(Mother’s Side)Grandfather: Unknown

Mother: Deceased

Father: Deceased

Siblings:

Direct--

Sister(s): Unknown

Brother(s): Unknown

Half: --

Sister(s): Unknown

Brother(s): Unknown

Friend(s):
- Ciello
- Spirit
- Esperansa
- Rain
- Open

Enemy(ies):
- All of Ciello’s other mares.
-Open

Current Mate: Ciello (LionLover22)

Past Mate(s): Some

Past Crush(es): Some

Crush(es): Ciello

Crusher(s): Open

Breeding: No

Foals: Not yet

Further Discription~

Personality:
- Mist has been through a lot when she was younger; she doesn’t like to be pushed around and will never take crap from anyone who tries to give it to her. If a horse or human approaches her in a threatening way then she would stay and fight. She is not one to run from her fears.
- Mist can get a little sensitive at times but is a very strong horse and knows how to keep her emotions inside of her.
- Mist does have her fun points and can get very playful when it comes to someone she trusts but she rarely shows her happy side to horses or people she isn’t familiar with.

Fears: Losing the ones she loves

Weakness: Her back left leg has a small bullet hole scar and it causes her pain every now and again.

Scar(s): The bullet hole

Left Eye: Green

Right Eye: Green

Special Skills: Good with words,

Other~

History:
As a foal--
Mist was born into the Lakota Tribes village, she lived their along with her mother and father and many friends. Life was great for Mist and she was loved by all, especially Little Creek. She was his favourite little filly and if she wasn’t having fun with the other foals she was mucking around with him. The two were best friends but soon after Mist was old enough to roam around by herself; a tragedy occurred.
Mist was trotting back to the tribe with Little Creek by her side when she heard a gunshot. Little Creek ran and Mist followed keenly unsure of what was happening but when they arrived back, to her dismay she saw her mother lying on the ground. She ran up to her and attempted to lie by her side when she saw the Colonel, a man who had been described to her as pure evil, the man who had haunted her dreams ever since she found out about him. The smell of his skin was described so many times to her she felt like she already knew him.
As her eyes darted around worriedly she saw her father, a few metres away. He had stopped breathing. She was about to run to his aid, but Little Creek grabbed her by the main and pulled her back so her eyes were level with his. “You have to leave Mist...” Mist felt a pang of sadness cripple her and she became stiff with grief. As her eyes filled with tears and she looked up on last time into the Colonels eyes she saw his hand raise, a gun was beneath his fingers and before Little Creek had time to push her out of the way he fired. She turned on her hooves and ran but it was too late. A bullet went straight into her left leg and she was lucky it didn’t do any major damage.
As a teen--
Once Mist’s leg was almost completely healed she began to venture out of the forest she had been living in alone. She found it hard to trust people from then on and rarely spoke to any horse.
One day she was lapping up the cool water from a nearby stream when a male horse strutted over. He introduced himself, his name was Ciello and he seemed too confident about himself but there was something about him that drew Mist closer.
It took him a few months of visiting and showing off but finally he got Mist to agree to go out with him and he took her to a place in a deep, beautiful place in the heart of a abandoned forest.
As an adult:--
Mist spent the rest of her days in the forest with Ciello and the herd that the two created. She is madly in love with him and loves being in a family of horses where she has no fear of the Colonel anymore and although she has some tough times when it comes to missing her parents and Little Creek and wondering if he is still alive, she is happy with her new life.

Head and Body Bases: Me! :)