Soft Spoken Soul

Name: Britannia

Age: 3 - death

Gender: Mare

Breed: Friesian

Height: 14.3 hh

Pelt: Albino

Eyes: Soft Velvet Red

Extras: Long Curly Mane and Tail

Relations:

Sire/Dam: Purebred Friesians

Siblings: Many Tame Ones, Colony (adopted)

Crush: Kepler 

Crusher(s): None, but Open to Some if Wanted

Mate: will be Kepler

Foals: none

Enemies: she says she has none, but she highly "dislikes" a few

The Promise Herd

Rank: Foal Sitter

Biography:

Forgotten Gypsy

At only a week old Britannia was a happy little filly. Traveling along her mother and father's side with the Gypsy wagon. She was content with her life with her family and the Gypsies. But one day her wonderful life flipped for the worst.

As they were resting one night, young Britannia curled up between her parents, a sudden chaos went through the camp. Her father shot up on his feet as his rider whistled for him. He knew what that whistle meant and lovingly looked to his mate and newborn. Keeping them close to him for as long as he could, before he had to go to his call. Britannia's mother kept her side, but the chaos at the other end of the camp just got louder.... it was getting closer. 

Soon the fighting was merely wagons away. Britannia's mother put her precious daughter behind her as a rush of fighting men came to their area. A man was coming toward the pair, lust in his savage eyes. Suddenly he was kicked clear across the clearing as Britannia's father placed himself protectively between his family and the angry men coming up to the small trio.  

Britannia's mother slyly let the blanket that was on her back fall over her foal, nickering to Britania to stay low and not to move. Her father's muscular ebony coat was already drenched in blood as he tried to keep the men back. Finally the men had enough of this, not caring to keep the stallion alive any longer. One of them pulled out his gun and shot him in the chest. Britannia's father fell to the ground in a heavy heap as a loud call escaped his muzzle. Her mother wailed in agony as she was roped and drug away from her fallen love and her hidden foal. 

Britannia waited... then finally heard someone whisper her name. It was her father. She stumbled out of the blanket as fast as she could and snuggled up beside her father's neck, tears streaking down her innocent young face....

(To be continued tomorrow ^^)

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