Name Battle Scars( he goes my Scars) when owned Brownie

Age 9

Personality Harsh grumy can be kind

Cushers PM me

Foals none open for Stud PM me

Friends: Ricky and Paprika (Madster) 

Colour brown with white mane and black tail one black ear

Markings none

Scars  1 inch scar on back, 3 inch one on shouder, few more

History:

As a foal I was Born on a ranch.. I could see the wild colts so happy and free. I wanted to be free and break these rails.  When i grew up i had no real spirit im me. I did not need it. I was just a captive stallion. No need to be free now.

Then the action fell... One day my owner was standing by a small building with my reins in his hand. He ran his hand over my back  " Brownie, Take care my boy" With that he put my reins into the strange mans hands.

I tossed my brown head nervous but all he did was turn his back to me. I was scared for i never had been away from him. i called all night for him. in the morning i was tired and sad.  I was taken to 4 posts that they tied me into. I reared and tried to get out but then they made me stay.  A man came out with some thing steaming in his hand... I reared knocking it out and onto his self. Other strange men all dressed in the same blue pants and coats rushed up to him to help him up. They all looked at me " You sure you can take him on?" 

yes was the answer for me. I stod tall and the look of fire was in my eyes. 

They took me out to a place that was strange and large... The dust never seemed to end...

I  reared tossing the man on me off.

The next day  i was tacked up and rushed out side. i saw many horses and men. all runing at each other.... with gun or swords in there hands.. I was scared and i just ran as fast as i could for the hills. Spears and swords cut me. It hurt. After the war i ran away to a indian village; Lokata Village. 

The nursed me back to health and i looked about.... I was the only horse... i felt lonley and sad. But i was with people.

I was never owned by one person.. The all rode me.

Then one day i ran away i don't know why but i never liked it. i left the leather stips for my bridle and bit on the fence rail when i jumped.

LINE ART Little Kiara on DA

Adopted from Rissa2000