BASICS

Title –\/- Macha

Title Meaning –\/- Aurora

Genitals Of -\/- Mare

Age –\/- 4 Year[s]

Species –\/- Equine

Breed –\/- American Quarter Horse

Height –\/- 15.1 Hand[s]

Weight –\/- 1,145 Ibs.

RELATIONS

Relation to Spirit –\/- Macha was one of the cavalry horses that escaped, leading her to the “Lakota Village”. When she was there she was immediately falling in love with the small humans, while spirit was rescued and led into the corral. But one day when Macha, was wandering around spirit tied to ran to go anywhere, Aurora socialized with him and Rain as if she was already friends with them.

Sire –\/- Unknown

Dam –\/- Unknown

Mate –\/- None

Crusher[s] –\/- Akill,{OPEN}
Crush –\/- {OPEN}

Sibling[s] –\/- None

Mini-horses –\/- None yet

Allies –\/- {OPEN}

Enemies –\/- {OPEN}

Loyal to –\/- No herd

MARKINGS/COLOURS

Coat –\/- More like a chestnut brown.

Mane&Tail –\/- Little lighter version of chestnut.

Darts{Eyes} –\/- More like caramel brown.

Markings –\/- 4 White socks, and a bald face, US Cavalry branding sign but a little different, it uses periods like this “U.S.”.

THINGS ABOUT HER

Personal –\/- Intelligent, loyal, quiet, adventurous, kind, wise

Like[s] –\/- Apples, little humans, socializing, the wild, foals, allies

Dislike[s] –\/- Hunters, show-offs, dead animals, enemies

BIO

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One day, a small chestnut foal was born, her name was Macha. She was inspired and followed upon her fathers footsteps to lead in the “Cavalry”. Aurora, was left upon the field the next morning. “Mother?. Mother?” The young filly nickered to the hearing of nothing that sounded like her mother. Macha’s father walked stiffly past the fence, a large human upon his backbone, her father looked at her with a determined eyesight, his auditories pinned against his skull. Maybe Aurora, was alone maybe she had no other choice for the “Cavalry” to raise her from filly to mare. Macha, was alone but she was getting the hang of being out on her own.  *4 weeks later* Aurora, was trotting around the pasture her head held high, her mass following hoof by hoof. When the humans saw what she had been doing, they cut the zip-tie and pulled the rope from the line. The humans looked suspicious, before walking inside the pasture. The soldiers swung the rope as if they were ready to rope a cow. She bucked and kicked lightly, the rope grabbing ahold of her neck. She fell onto her side getting up her auditories leaned against her skull, the subject led to where the other equines were. They held the rope infront of my eyesight, hoping to follow near. She was the one that was being led into a shelter, a wooden shelter near the escape route. She smoothly walked in traveling through weaving in and out of the equines. The human tied the rope against the wood, sliding a thick black halter upon her head, allowing her to feel what it was like to become a horse like the others.

*6 months later* Aurora, was beginning to grow a little taller, her speed against her weight left her under-weight of what she must eat. Other than the others being fed she stuck her head out of the window-like thing, letting out a whicker. She tugged backwards, the rope tightening a little tighter from the strips of material. She stammered her hooves allowing one of the horses to back away from the area. Even when trying to get off the rope and the halter was much harder, the halter perfectly fine but it getting a bit tight as her skull grows. The lead tightening with a grunt her nostrils flaring. The shot gun blown. “Bam!!!” Aurora, saw the gun towards the air the other equines in the ring gathering off out of the ring, trotting around the arena every now and then.

Now was the time she had to be broken. The humans unstrapped the tight lead walking her out of the shelter, her head held high following behind. When they reached the pen, the “Cavalry” humans pushed her into the gate, along with closing it. The bridle came on, and the halter went off. The snaffle-bit inside her mouth allowed her to move around uncontrollably. Next was the saddle pad, they brushed her backbone softly, placing the saddle pad starting at her withers. She snorted and grunted, the saddle came on next, the straps being tied up, as one man got on her back. The fence gate opened allowing her to walk upon the terra, letting her easy mood stretch upon the ring seeing she was already well broken after being pulled out of the shelter a few times. She trotted around the arena, pulling into a hault the human getting off her back, allowing the others to take off the take and put the halter back on upon her head, until a buckskin stallion walked upon the grounds of the Cavalry, allowing them to put him in the pasture but with dirt and sand, without food and water for three days. Aurora, whinnied towards the stallion, for himself he nickered back agitated by the motions of the other equines especially when he was never broke to be ridden. Maybe after the few days he was in the pen knocking every rider off the back when let out that fence gate, until the sargeant rode him, he slowed down until one moment later getting his breath, pulling every move he got onto the pesky human upon his back. When letting the human off his back, he ramed into the fence, the “Lakota” human shooting the fence gate open from the shelter. Aurora, galloped off after the stallion knocked over the brander. The only way to run off was to find where the fire was coming from towards a village called “The Lakota Tribe/Village” She walked into the village, seeing the large stallion being moved into the paddock. She trotted over allowing her to socialize with the stallion figuring out his name was Spirit. When they got to know each other, she stayed with the Lakota Tribe allowing them to leave off and find Spirit’s family. But sooner or later they would be able to meet up again someday.

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