Name Delia
Meaning Dark, noble
Age 2 year
Gender mare
Breed mustang
Colour bay
Eyes hazel
Mother unknown
Father unknown
Siblings unknown
Mate none
Foals none
Friends Rico, Golden Angel, Pansy, Dutchess, Cimarron herd
Foes none
Origin Homeland: Cimarron herd, now Rico's herd
Personality wild, adventurous, noble, kind
Spirit relation was born at the Cimarron herd but joined Rico's herd when he had to leave Spirit's
History
"They had been kind to me; they had to, they were my family. But from that day I knew I had to move on. I had to follow my heart, and that was with my friend Rico. Though he was Spirit's son, he became a threat for him and he had to leave the herd. Ready to start his own. And I joined him on his journey."

Delia had been born in the Cimarron herd in the comforts of a warm spring. She had had a great childhood and she was loved. They were one big family. She had not known this son of Spirit, Rico. He had been captured by the cavalry before she was born. But she knew nothing of him and she did not worry about it. She was young and wild and the only thing she thought about was playing with her friends and bothering her herd members with her recklessness.
But one day she saw him; as tall and muscular as his father who had been the herd stallion her whole life. This son, Rico, looked like a born leader. He came running over the hills towards the herd; he was home. Spirit had saved him from the cavalry and now he was among his family again.
Though she was still young, she became his friend. They had fun together, now they could bother the herd members together. But a tension grew among the older horses and Delia noticed it. The horses were irritable and the young horses made less fun than normal. And then the day came.
Because of hsi age, Rico became a threat to Spirit and he had to go away. Spirit, as his father, was kind to him, and let him share a part of Homeland. Delia watched how Rico galloped away.
A long neigh followed him across the plains. She felt desperate. The Cimarron herd was her family, but she had become good friends with Rico. She could not leave him. She nuzzled her startled mother, whinnied her and the others goodbye and ran after Rico. He was her best friend. She had to follow him on his journey.

And so I exchanged my fearless life for a life full of adventure and dagner. Oh, how I loved that idea.

Theme song Nightwish - Walking In The Air

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