"There is no hopefully in sucess" 

Stats

Name: Whisky

Nicknames: None (open)

Age: 6-7

Height: 13.1HH

Coat: Liver Chestnut

Breed: 1/4 American Mustang, 1/4 Morgan 1/4 Appaloosa   1/4 Steel Dust,  a touch of Draft.

Markings: Unique Blaze, stocking

Eye colouring: One blue, one brown

Relationships:

Sire:  unknown (Open to make)

Dam: Queen

Adoptive "Sire": Little Creek (See history to understand)

Adoptive Dam: None

Siblings: None

Adoptive Siblings: Many (I may or may not make my adoptive siblings into horses)

Friends: Valerie (Aleta) (open)

Best friends: Rearing Star (Kody56) Jayden (Solar Flare)(Open)

Mate: Gin (Gin)

Crush: Gin (Gin)

Crushers: Gin (Gin)

Foals: Tiger Eye (Gin) Elwood (Me)

Getting to know her

Personality: Whisky is a shy mare. once you get to know her she will do crazy stuff though depending on her mood.  she is friendly but prefers to have someone else start the conection. She does have a nasty side but hates to use it. She is patient and loves to be with foals. she docent ask for help and only accepts it if its offered.  She can be hard on stallions she doesn't know and falls for them easily.  she doesnt talk to her feelings to anyone and has only a few close friends. she doesn't believe in stallions having higher rights, she believes stallions and mares are equal. She believes that all horses are equal. She loves to play and gets hyper easily but doesn't prefer to go on long walks. she loves to help and be kind to horses. 

History:

Whisky was born into the melting snow in the month May. the snow had melted slowly that year.  she looked at her mother. Her mother was a black mare with a jagged blaze.  she gave her a toothless smile and tried to stand.  She fell on her face and felt the cold of the snow. She tried to stand again out of cold and shivered.  She was still wet and the snow fight help. she looked at her mom and shivered.   Whisky gave her a toothless smile and heard her tummy growl.  she realized that she was hungry.  Her mother giddied her to her milk.  Whisky greedily drank. She felt the warmth of the milk warm her body.  she smiled.  Her hunger disappeared and she felt warm.  

Her mother lead her back to the Cimaron heard and smiled. she showed off the newborn foal. Whisky wobbled behind her.  Queen held her head high and beautifully.  Spirit came over and nuzzled the foal and looked at her "Who's the father?" Queen tensed.  "I-I was berate before i joined your herd… i don't know" She dipped her head.  Spirit smiled and nuzzled Queen "Thats fine. Ill still love her just the same" but he didn't. he always favoured his foals more. 

When Whisky grew into a weanling Queen took her to the Lakota village. she moved here and became tamed by the humans.  Queen was changing and one day went to war with a rider on her back. she said good bye to Whisky and ventured away.  Whisky thought she was going to be gone forever and ran into a human. she looked up and saw Little Creek as a older teenager (17-19) He smiled 

"Whats wrong Little one?" He stroked her name and lead her to his teePee.  he feed her milk from his old mare.  while her mom was gone Little Creek took care of her.  A week later the warriors came back from war.  ingured and dragging dread men and horses behind them to burry then at there village.  Whisky watched and started tearing up.  One of them was her mother.  She turned around to Little Creek and cried into his chest. She was only 9 months when this happened.  One day  Little Creek's old mare passed away. He turned to Whisky and started training her.  

Whisky was turning out very good in training.  she was  pretty good in her training but she found herself in her own head, horrible at everything. She developed  bad habit of putting her self down. 

On a sunny morning the Calvary attacked.  Whisky was scared and captured.  They took her to the Fort,  she looked around scared.  she saw many horses in stalls and under men.  She knew that men where allies but she wasn't sure about these men. They seemed harsh and mean.   She was pulled inside and the door shut.  She looked around scared and panicked. she started running around the outside of the large pen until a man with a wide hat shot a gun in the air.  she spooked and galloped faster.  He then almost shot her.  she skidded to a stop 

"Under no circumstances am i to have a wild horse running about my fort!" he bellowed.  She  had a rope tossed around her neck "Yes-Sir!" came the replies.  

She was tied to a post and had her long mane chopped off.  She stood still.  Her tail was trimmed and then she was shod.  she stood still until the hot Iron came.  she streamed and attacked the man.  She glared at him and let him get up.  He was dizzy and almost stumbled into her.  she bit his hand sent him cursing at her into the shed. A man came over and put her into a stall.  She glared at them and fell asleep.  

Whisky woke in the wee hours of the morning.  The same man that almost shot her walked back and forth in front  of about 100 men or so. she watched them carefully. the man's voice rang out in the cold air. 

"Today we break that mustang"  He looked at her as he said that.  She snorted back and glared. 

Whisky was put into a small square pen the size of her and saddled.  she glared and clapped her mouth shut.  They yanked her teeth open and put a metal bit in.  she stomped and tried to spit it out.  She glared at the man and tried to bite him.  A man hopped on her back and she jumped.  she screamed as the gate opened and tried to get the man off as fast as she could. He fell to the ground in a hard Thump.  She glared at him and charged.  he didn't get out of the way fast enough and lay in the dirt moaning.  She had hit him with her hoof. The Conel pointed a gun at her.   

"Sir!" came a male voice "We have captured a hostile!" she looked around him and saw Little Creek.  he saw her and his face lit up.  "Whisky…" he whispered.  

The next morning Whisky was to be shot.  Little Creek untied his hand ties and walked over to Whisky.  "Girl. iv'e missed you" She nuzzled him and let him climb on her back.  she bolted for the gates as the men did their every day horn song.  she bolted out the doors and away.  She galloped into the village and took a deep breath as Little Creek gave her a hug "Thank you"  Whisky smiled and nuzzled him.  

He gave her a kiss on her nose and looked into her eyes. "You don't trust me anymore do you"  Whisky looked shocked. She trusted him!. 

"So i let you go"" Whisky blinked back tears.  She shook her head and pressed it into his chest.  He gave her a hug "Good-bye Whisky" he slapped her on the rump and turned away.  Whisky had tears running down her face.  She watched him walk away. He didn't love her anymore! she screamed in anger and turned and ran.  She ran until her legs could cary her no more. she ran into a pond and drank her fill. 

Whisky woke in the morning.  She was next to a large tree and a pond.  she  swished her tail and drank again.  she stared walking alone a old beater trail.  She started to think that she needed to find a mate.  she was 5 years old after all.

Relation to Spirit: She lived with Little Creek for over a yea, before Rain became his horse. 

Images are done by Gwin :D (My nickname for Gin)