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Name:Glory

Nicknames:Glor, Glow, Glorz

Gender:Female

Age:4 years

Breed:American Mustang (25%) x Unknown.

Coat:Standard Bay

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Markings:Dark grey points, Stripe, U.S Brand.

Height: 13 hh

Personality: Maybe trapped mostly troubled describes her personality the most.Disgusted at how overcome with bloodlust creatures can be, she hates fights, arguments and any aggressive actions, and will put a stop to it right away.

~Family/ Relationships~

Sire:Charlie Dam:Rita

Sibling(s):None

Half Sibling(s): 5 unknown half sib's

Past/Present:

 A year or so before birth..

 Rita pranced around her small holding pen, being born in the Calvary, she was used to the enclosure.Her ebony mane and tail was streaming behind her as she cantered slowly around the perimeter, catching the attention of most stallions nearby. 

She was a blood bay american mustang cross with a mix breed from the Calvary.She rarely put herself on show like this, but today was different.It was that season.Breeding season.She wasnt putting herself up for the stallions, it was the assistants. She knew what happened now, the best mares were partnered with the best stallions, easy peasy.And, the best stallion there at that time was a black, lean, tall stallion named Charlie.Everyone liked him, all the mares, including her, could barely resist him.This was when she realised to get paired with him, she had to prove herself.And prove herself she did.

A few hours after birth..

The cool, summer breeze drifted slowly in through the cracks in the walls, the splits in the hinges, anywhere it could find. Two sleeping masses, one blood bay, the other standard bay, were asleep.The extremely young bayfilly curled up against her mothers stomach, hay sticking to her slowly air drying body. A few hours passed before the stall was opened.Many eyes were resting on the two, who had barely awake themselves. They all gazed down at the filly, deciding that when she was weaned, she would be checked over,tested and branded.Put back into a large pen with her foal, they stayed in a corner, other mares flaunting their foals as if they were fashion accessories.Rita hated them all.So did her daughter, she hated the foals AND their mothers.They were all as stuck up as eachother.One whisper got to loud for its sake. "Why was Rita partnered with Charlie? I mean, put me against her, I bet Charlie would pick me." Charlie, hearing this walked over to see his new foal.His eyes lit up with adoration as he nuzzled Rita. She knew and he knew that they had both heard. They knew as well.  "Actually, I dont think you grasped the concept of these pairings. They put the best with the best, the worst with the worst.Thats why you were with Dean, Hala." Hala, a chestnut quarter horse flushed red with anger. Everyone laughed. "DEAN?" Charlie walked back to his mare and foal until they were taken from one another.

Young adult hood..

The warmth of the summer was overwhelming as Glory lay in her stall. She had nudged every last strand of hay from the cool cobbles, sprawling on the surface. A cacophany of noise erupted from the main training arena. She could also hear the whispers of the other young mares in her stable block. "Oh, he's so HANDSOME!" They all squealed, making Glory sick to her stomach. She decided to take a peek at what the "weirdos" were calling handsome. There, In the centre of the erena, was a bucking buckskin bronco. She rolled her eyes. "That stallions gunna escape easily, Then he's probably gunna try take all the mares he can."  The two mares at the side of her whinnied to him, flirting. "Oh, handsome stallion choose me!"

"No, she's an ugly mutt of a mare, choose ME!" Fights broke out between the mares and Glory, poor Glory, was stuck in the middle of it. She reared and screamed "SHUT UP! Your all as stupid and ugly as another!" This turned even the buckskin stallions head as he eyed Glory up and down. Every horse in her block was quiet. They accepted that she was boss, not them. She snorted at the stallion and turned her rump to him.

It was darker now, and the Colonel was desperatly trying to tame the stallion. It seemed as though he had won. The stallion looked tired, his eyes were drooped and it seemed all life had been drained from him. But something had driven him to madness. He lifted his head, bucked and reared, gallloped around the  pen, throwing off the Colonel eventually. He picked up a little human, who Glory hadnt noticed before and ran around the base, setting free as many of the horses as possible. He opened all of her stable block, all of the mares following him except her.She stayed loyal to her job, to her parents.

A few weeks later, Zander, a skinny pesky stable hand put her into a pen made for foals. She saw the gate was open and though "Why not?". She decided to jump the fence and escape, whilst dumbfounded Zander watched in awe.

He was about to get fired, but thanks to him, Glory had a new life ahead of her!

A few months after..

Glory had found something. A herd.Well, a group of five horses lead by Anon, a blue roan stallion.She enjoyed it there,her mane and tail grew out and her brand became a distant scar.Life was great.Anon adored her, making her eventually lead mare, and his mate.

 A distant side of Anon was about to get set free as a dark grey stallion began flirting with the pretty, young mare, telling her of a place called the Cimmaron Herd. She was intruiged, but Anon wasnt having any of it.He ran down screaming for Glory to move, she did but yelled at her new acquaintance to run.Unfortunately, she was to late, and like a cougar pouncing on its prey, Anon hunted the young stallion.Before her eyes a murder was committed and all Anon had to say was "I had to do it for your own good."."My own good?" She yelled. "I dont think trauma is for my own good!"  

 "Calm down, Glor." He smiled crookedly, the young stallions blood still flecked on his pelt.

"NO! I WONT CALM DOWN." And with that, she ran away screaming, "You only lead that herd because you knew you would be able to attack others without no consequences.Youve lost yourself i bloodlust, Anon!"

 A month after..

Somehow, she had ended up still close to the corrupted stallions territory, making her nights sleepless as she knew he was close.Dangerously close.It was midday and she was grazing near the river, as usual.A familiar snort appeared behind her as Anon reared, a wave of fear washing over her, pushing her to the ground.She screamed, he wounded her severly and whispered. "Your right." Before leaving her left for dead by the clear waters.Midnight approached, and her calls for help were fading rapidly. "H- He- Help.." She whinnied, lifting her head weakly.Dropping to the floor once again, she closed her eyes, opening them a few minutes after, seeing two stallions trying to wake her, help her.

Present..

She quickly learnt that these were calm, friendly stallions who would take her under their wing and protect her.Meeting many others, she dwelled with the two for many months before Badr, one of th stallions, asked her to be his mate.She said yes and was then made one of the lead mares.She is there today, with her beloved and friends.  

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