Name: Avaliana

Nickname: Ava

Name Meaning: bitter sweet

Name Origin: unknown

Age: 5 years

Height: 15.2

Gender: mare

Breed: mustang 

Color:  Red roan dapple

Mane & Tail: creamy color

Eye Color: rusty blue/brown

Markings: paint

Scars: two on left back leg and two on muzzle

Sire: unknown

Dam: unknown

Siblings: none OPEN!

Mate: closed

Ex mate: none

Crushs: Finch

Crushers: Finch, open

Foals: OPEN!

Herd: none yet

Friends: Skull Head, OPEN!

Personality:  Ava's a sweet mare who is kinda a lazy bum. She can still make some pretty good jokes though.

Likes:  The starts, day time, the sun set, butterflies, flowers, food, water, rain, and just lazin around

Dislikes:  loosing loved ones, bugs, snakes, predators, night time, and Humans

Bio: (FOAL HOOD) I was born like any other foal, I'm not that special. My life was pretty boring up until I met him. Well let me tell my life from the begining. It started out when my mother found dad. They began to like each other. Then mother became pregnant with me, but not with dad...she'd been forced to breed with him. Or she'd be useless to the Indians. When she was about ready for labor, she then went to dad in the wild. Dad thought it was her fault. He beat her hard. Just as she was running away from him she felt pain. Then she had me. But she was so weak from the beating and from labor, she passed away. But I didn't know what to do or how to do anything so I laid there in the grass, alone. I was lucky to be born in summer so I wouldn't freeze to death. Then I saw a horse coming toward me, in the distance. I pirked my ears and twirked my head. When the horse reached me I saw that she was a beautiful tall palomino mare. "hi" she smiled at me. She looked over at my mother sadly and then looked at me. She then nudged me "get up little one". I stared at her for a while then she pushed me on to my wobbley legs. “get up, come on” she grinned at me. I tried walking but I tumbled to the ground. She sighed and pushed me up by my tummy.I managed to keep up, and finally after a while of standing there I managed to wobble around. “I’m Emmery, do you have a name?” Emmery smiled. I tilted my head, then shook my head no. “hm” she smiled and looked at me all over. “Can I call you Ava?” I tilted and nodded my head again. “well follow me then, Ava” she began to walk away, as I wobbled after her. I got to know her more and she taught me almost everything I should know. She took me in as her own daughter.I grew up with her. Then she found her own stallion. And I left her and WoodSmoke, Emmery’s stallion. He was sweet and I could tell she was falling head over heals for him, I was happy for her. Then I began my search for my own stallion.

(MORE TO COME WHEN SHE FINDS A STALLION. AND I’D LIKE IF I CAN USE A CHARACTER OF SOMEONE’S TO PUT IN HER BIO TO COME! THANKS!)  

Relation to Spirit: she knows Skull, and Skull hates Spirit

Lines (c) me

BG (c) BHB