"Being hurt is something you can't stop from happening, but being miserable is always your choice."

Name: Spice

Age: 3 years - death (9 yrs)

Gender: Mare

Breed: Purvian Paso

Pelt: Palomino with hidden dilution genes

Sire: unknown    Dam: unknown

Siblings: none

Mate: The Hallowed's mare

Love Interest: Looking-Glass (though she'll never have the chance to have him)

Crush/er(s): Looking-Glass

Foals: two colts 

Friends: Odette (though it's an unsteady friendship since she is Hallowed's mate)        Best Friends: Her foals and Looking-Glass

Personality: Spice used to be a very outgoing and sweet mare, her radiant smile always brightening anyones day. But since she had become one of Hallowed's mare all the life had seemed to drain out of her. The bright spark in her eyes faded, her smile never again returning to her face while she was under the heavy shadow of Hallowed. The only other time she smiled was when she was with her foals and when she met Looking-Glass.

Likes: Her foals. Looking-Glass. Her dreams. Nothing else really gives her pleasure any more.

Dislikes: Her life. The Hallowed and his other mares. Having foals (because she doesn't want to bring them under Hallowed's rule)

Fears: Nothing anymore, she lives a nightmare every day.

:Relations:

Her first born son. When he was a colt she secretly left him in Looking-Glass' care. She never got to see what a fine young stallion he grew up to be.

The Hallowed: The cruel cold hearted stallion who killed her joyful spirit and causes her to live in a world of nightmares. He is the sire of her first born, though he knows nothing about his pale son.

Looking-Glass: The noble stallion she found almost lifeless. He accepted her first born son under his care. He also was the small ray of light that came into her dark world. He is the father of her second and last foal.

Biography:

Never The Same

Spice was born into a large herd. Her younger years were rather normal and happy. 

When she turned 3 she had been stumbled upon by some riders, she had run for so long, not even notcing when they had stopped chasing her. She ran long and hard, finding herself in some thick eerie forest. Spice had already been in a desparate state, but now she felt as if someone was watching her... and indeed someone was. 

Haunting eyes narrowed as they watched her, waiting for her to walk into his trap... and unfortunately she eventually did. A startling beast manipulated her into a steep valley, she almost stumbled, but managed to keep her footing. The Hallowed, as she came to know him, became her worst nightmare. He was a harsh and uncaring stallion with a heart as cold as any could  possibly be. Eventually his coldness killed her joyful spirit. 

Unfortunate Gift

It wasn't long before Spice became laden with Hallowed's, and her first, foal. This was something that she had always hoped and dreamed would be a happy and joyous experience for her, but all she felt was sadness. Sadness for her foal, that she would be bringing it into her world of nightmares. While she was pregnant with her first foal she had come across a tragic scene...

Wounded King

While wondering through Hallowed's border of his territory she came across a handsome buckskin paint stallion that had been beaten to near death.....

(to be continued)