Never stop. Never stop fighting. Never stop dreaming. 
-Tom Hiddleston 

Name: Dreamer

Nicknames: ??

Age: 5

Breed: American Quarter Horse

Gender: Mare

Coat: Sorrel

Eyes: Dark brown

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Sire: A Calvary stallion

Dam: A Lakota mare

Siblings: Many unknown to her

Friends: Open

Best Friends: Only open to my sisters, Angel-of-the-Shadows, Art-of-the-Horse and my two friends, Forget-Me-Not and Alicethecrazyone. I'm not trying to be bitter or unfair to anyone else, but they are the only people who I know care about me and will always stick by my side.

Crushers: A few of the Lakota horses

Crush: Granite, but he does not seem interested in her.

Mate: None

Foals: None

Adopted foals: None

Rider: Little Creek

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Likes: Dreamer likes to be by herself, enjoying days in the Village, exploring, being mischievous, warm but pleasant days, the sunlight, and galloping at full speeds through the tall grass. She secretly likes when a stallion glances at her, but ignores them fully.

Dislikes: Feeling depressed, worrying too much, the bitter winds, being forced into things she would rather not do, feeling lonely, feeling the heavy weight of sorrow, seeing her loved ones in pain, and harsh battles.  

Personality: Dreamer is a brave mare with a big attitude. She can be terribly shy, but opens up to anyone. She is mischievous and adventures, always wanting to take off. She has deep fears, but tries pushing them away. She is not good at hiding her emotions, and anyone who knows her well can tell when she's in a foul mood. Dreamer has a hot temper, and losses it easily if tempted. She is not overly fond of getting into rough situations, and tries to stay out of trouble. She has a humorous side, and always smiles innocently when she's up to something. Dreamer has a side of her that is always worrying. When she worries, she's hides it from others.

Voice: ??

Song: Lift me up, Just a fool, Vanity and Best of me by Christina Aguilera

History:

Dreamer was a high spirited filly in her foal years. She tried not to get into trouble, but usually rarely did. When she grew older, she went on more adventures with the other young Lakota horses.
At age two, Dreamer found she liked to spend time with herself among the trees. She would listen as the soft sound of the wind ruffling the leaves filled her ears. She felt calm and at peace in her own special spot.
Dreamer was curious when a new stallion was brought into the village. She staid away from the Buckskin stallion, glad when he ignored her too. Of course Rain was always telling her about the stallion, and Dreamer listened as she told her about how they were becoming fast friends.
When the village was attacked by the Calvary, Dreamer was afraid. She tried not to show her fear, and tried not to spook at all the chaos. She suddenly caught sight of a large Calvary stallion. His dark eyes bore into hers before his rider galloped him toward the river.
Dreamer followed a group of Lakota horses, and they soon joined the elder horses as they followed the Villagers.
Home in ruins, the Lakota's set off to find a new ground for their village. Dreamer let a young girl ride her, curious on where they were going. Soon, the tribe stopped near a large field of lush prairie grass.
Hours passed as the tribe was busy setting up their new village. Dreamer watched in content, turning her head suddenly to gaze at the sunset sky.
Months passed. Dreamer soon bonded with the young Lakota, Little Creek. The young brave often looked upset or down. He would gaze over the endless prairie as if waiting to see his beloved mare, Rain. Dreamer had watched the mare and the stallion Spirit leave together, and knew this was the reason for the Lakota's sadness.
As Dreamer and Little Creek's bond grew, she saw his sadness lessen. He would ride her early in the morning, and she grew to enjoy it; the ride seemed to always be a good way to start an early morning.
On a bitter cold day, Dreamer watched as Little Creek and a few other tribesman ride off. She wondered why he did not take her, and let a foul mood ruin her day. By mid-day, the tribesman rode in, but Little Creek was not with them. Dreamer suddenly sensed something was wrong. She took off in the direction the tribesman came, galloping away from the village.
Dreamer was not sure where to head, but something told her she was going the right way. Suddenly, she caught a glance of a form on the rocky ground. She trotted over to the form, and her eyes grew wide when the stallion Little Creek had been ridding lay wounded on the ground in front of her. His head rose slightly when she stopped in front of him. His breathing was shallow, his eyes half closed.
Dreamer nickered softly, and nosed his mane. The stallion dropped his head, and squeezed his eyes shut in pain. He let out a weak nicker, before his breathing slowly stopped.
Saddened, Dreamer backed up. She gazed at the stallion's body, before her eyes fell on his chest. The stallion had been shot three times. 
Suddenly, Dreamer turned to the cliff edge. She slowly walked over to the steep drop, and peered down. Her heart leapt in her chest as she caught sight of Little Creek grasping on for life. 
Dreamer felt helpless, as she wondered what she could do to save him from falling to his death.
An idea came to mind suddenly. Slowly, Dreamer laid down. She stretched her muzzle out to Little Creek, cautious of her every move. Little Creek grabbed ahold of her mane with both hands, and she slowly lifted him up and out of danger. As soon as he was safely on the ground, Dreamer noticed the gunshot wound on his shoulder. She nuzzled his hand, and he gently patted her neck with affection to show he was fine. Dreamer watched as he stood, and his gaze fell on the stallion.
No words were said from the brave as he kneeled by the stallion. Dreamer could feel a sadness fill the air around them, and hung her head. Slowly, Little Creek stood and Dreamer let him mount her back. She walked slowly the rest of the way, and could feel her riders weakness. When they arrived back at the village, Little Creek slid off of her back, and collapsed from blood loss on the ground. Many of the tribes people quickly surrounded him, and took him away from Dreamer.
A day passed as Dreamer watched for Little Creek. She would not let go of her worry until she saw that he was well. 
As the sun set, Little Creek slowly made his way up to her. Dreamer nickered a soft greeting, and trotted up to him. He smiled fondly at the mare, and murmured a thank you. Dreamer did not know why he had to thank her; she did not need him to.
Months later, Dreamer caught glimpse of a stallion in the distance. Curiosity got the better of her.
She trotted up to the figure, and realized it was the broad stallion she had saw during the attack on the village. She wondered what a Calvary stallion was doing here. 
The stallion never told her why he had come. Dreamer did not care. She instead, forced the stallion into telling her his story. The mystery stallion staid for a few hours before leaving. Dreamer watched him go, knowing she would see him again soon.

More to come!

Head and body render (C) Me

Original images (C) Dreamworks

Bio (C) Me