Name:Savory

Age:6

Breed:Mustang

Coat:black and white

Parents:Open

Sibling(s):Open

Mate: None, Open

Foal(s):Coming (yay)

Friends: Shadow(c) Luv4RoscoPColtrane

Personality:a bit mean but caring

Likes:rolling and hanging around

Dislikes:Tight spaces

History: Savory was born in a remote area, his mother died 2 days after he was born, he was left for dead, he wandered for days trying to find someone any one that could help. He was found by a young mare named Twilight, she adopted him and they became very close. A year later she died from a Wolf attack, before she died she told him to run, run as fast as you can and never look back. He was sad he had to leave her but he knew she would not make it through the night. He ran for hours untill he could not run any more. He was found unconsious bythe laeder of the cimarron herd(the one and only, spirit), he took him back and savory recooperated. two years after that he was kicked out of the herd for mating with a mare from another herd( spirit killed her) so as a nomad he wandered on. He came to a twist in the forest and on the other side, indians. They took him to a small pen not far from the vilage. He tried everything to get out it was useless. He lifted his leg and scraped it hard on the fence, it hurt but he still did it. Blood dripped all down his leg and dropped on to the ground. About ten miutes later a young indian boy came to check up on him and found that he was injured, so he opened the gate and walked over to him. THe boy was obviously stupid and left the gate open, Savory bolted. When the next morning came he waas so sore, partly from the big cut on his led and partly because he ran most of the night. He culed up, leg out in front and driffed off to sleep. When he woke he found the blood all caked on in dry clumps and knew it would draw the atention of predators, so he went to a streem and washed it off, bathing at the same time. He lifted his ears when he heard a noise, he thought he could bolt as soon as he saw what it was and he did, it was another stallion. He took off, only to be blocked by a high rock wall, they fought long and hard, but savory lost, the other stallion didnt kill just left him there to bleed. Savory was so tied, so sore and he was bleeding from many places he just blacked out. When he awoke he was drousy but he could hear something infront of him and behind, he ajusted him self and tried to get up but it was useless, he herd a soft voice talking to him so he got a bit frightend. It was a girl, she had been riding by when she came upon him, and she started cleaning his wounds. He knew he could not get up because the other stallion had badly brused his front forefoot, right up to the knee. after she finished she slipped a rope halter around his head and bandaged his foot, with the bandage it fel much stronger he could get up and a least walk, she took him back to her little farm and he stayed there untill he was beter. She did not want to let him go but she knew she had too. So one afternoon she left the paddock gate open and walked away. Savory ceased the oppertunity and ran, he had only gotten a few lengths when he stopped and relised he would break her heart, so he turned and went back.

He has lived there ever since, he is still a wild horse but he is still wild and untame.

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