"Sometimes, Hope is the only we have" ~ My own little motto

Basic Facts:

Birth Name: Coral

Name: Coral

Nicknames: Cora, Cory

Age: 5

Gender: Mare

Breed: Quarter Horse/Thoroughbred/Paint

Markings: Dark grullo paint with lighter flaxen/dark brown mix mane/tail. She is blind and has coral-blue irises and darker blue pupils, though they are actually black, they look dark blue because of the glaze.

Coat: Dark Grullo Paint

Height: 15.3hh

Herd/Home: Lakota Village

Persona: Sweet mare, and very personable. She can tell if your good or not by your footsteps. She has learned to perfect that art, it has kept her alive. She is very loyal, though she can't see, and is very protective of her friends.

Relationships:

Sire: Unknown chestnut tobiano paint/thoroughbred

Dam: Unknown Dark grullo tovero paint/quarter horse

Siblings: None

Crushes: None so far, open

Mate: Maybe, he has to be patient and understanding of her blindness.

Foals: None currently

Best Friend: Maybe open

Friends: Sinopa, Open

Enemies: Little to none

Rider: Singing Wolf (Open)

History:

~This will be short because I don't want to give away too much, because she's going to be in a fanfic~

She was born in a small glen. She saw nothing but blackness as she got to her feet. Stumbling more than once, she managed to get up with her mother's help. "Are you sure you can't see us?" Her mother's kind voice came from somewhere beside the filly. Coral nodded her head, or at least felt the motion of nodding her head.

Her mother's voice cut through the worry of her father as he flicked his tail. "Look at her eyes, they're glazed" He said, his strong voice carried a hint of worry in it. "Its not her fault, she's beautiful, and we're keeping her, if you don't want to, leave" Her mother stated, as Coral started at a feeling on her back, and the it soothed the filly. Her mother was cleaning her up, and Coral, who couldn't see to lay down, flopped onto her side, and figured it out.

"I didn't say anything l ike that, easy dear, she's beautiful, I agree." He told her, nuzzling Coral's side. She managed to figure out most things, like basic walking and eating. She picked it up fast for a blinded foal, and her parents loved her dearly. She was raised to know every bit of the glen she was born in, but this was sadly, not to last. One day, a campfire from the calvary soldiers had been left unattened and it soon blazed through the woods. She was only 2 1/2 and raced away, trying to follow her parents scents, but she couldn't hold it over the growing smoke.

She soon came to discover a new scent, and followed that, anything that wasn't fire and smoke. She slowed as the scent grew and then a scnet caught really fresh and sudden. She froze, as a hand touched her cheek and she snorted, her nostrils flared as a gentle voice spoke."Easy girl, I'm putting a rope around your neck. easy now" He whispered, as she grew into his voice, it was soothing like her mother when she tried to sing Coral to sleep.

As she felt the rope, she tossed her head and snorted as she was led, she stumbled, following him as she flared her nostrils and then, she was stopped and he whispered to her once more. "Your in a wooden circle, don't try to run, you will get hurt" He said, and she somehow knew what he meant. She spent the next 3 years trusting and training with her new rider, and she was painted and belonged to the tribe now...

Credits:

Render © LionLover22

Design- Thought of by me but made/render by LionLover22

Relation to Spirit: Lives in the Lakota Tribe

Sinopa © Snoopy