Basic Information

Name: Nayira (Nah-y-ra)

Name Meaning: Derivation of Naira which means "big eyes"

Nickname/s: Nayi

Age: Depends on the context of the image

Gender: Female / Mare

Breed: Mustang x Cayuse Indian Pony (50/50)

Height: 16hh (despite being a mare she is quite tall)

Weight: 750 pounds

Herd/ Home: Lakota Village

Rider: Chaska

Physical Appearance

Colour: Smoky grulla tobiano

Accessories: Two feathers stuck on her hair, beaded hair on her mane and tail

Natural Markings: Diamond shaped star, diamond shaped snip, minimal tobiano marking on her rump, 4 stockings

Painted Markings: Purple circle around the eye with half moons under it on the right eye, two purple half moons under her left eye, three blue hove markings on the right side of her rump, the army mark on her left shoulder

Eye colour: Blue

Strengths: Quick on her feet, intelligent, quick-minded

Weaknesses: Not quite strong, fails to control herself sometimes

Psychological Information

Likes: Freedom feeling, summer, lake swims, the smell of fresh in mornings

Dislikes: Disrespectful horses and humans, feeling impotent, being chained (roping her is a bad idea, she'll  manage to break it somehow and will nip at you while you try roping her)

Fears: Losing her only friends or seeing them hurt.

Personality: Nayira is a very hard-headed mare. She is stubborn as a rock and impulsive too. Most of the times her impulsive side overruns her common sense causing her to commit things she reggrets later on, even if she won't admit it. Putting aside her bad qualities, she is a really caring mare, brave, willingly would she risk her  life for the ones she loves. Also very determined with her objectives, always making her best to achieve them.

Relationships

Spirit: "This buckskin stallion freed me from the cavalry when he broke away. I lived with him in the two-legged village while the mustang remained there. Eventually I decided living in the village was the best and said goodbye to my past as a wild horse parting ways with this stallion"

Rain: "I watched this tobiano mare from afar when I settled in the Lakota village. Her sweet personality always intrigued me but I never passed the acquaintance stage with her as she ran away shortly after with the buckskin stallion"

Sgt. Adams: "This two-legged creature was the only one I ever tolerated in the cavalry. He made my life a little easier because even if I hated that place he showed some respect to me and didn't just consider me a thing he could play with. He would even sneak food or water to me whenever I was left without it as a punishment for my behaviour"

The Colonel: "This damned creature should rot. He thought of himself as a god above all creatures that could do whatever he pleased. Oh how much I hated him"

Murphy: "He was the one who burned my left shoulder with a strange mark which I later learned was the army brand. I hated him for burning my untouched skin but soon grew indiferent of him as long as he kept his hands away from my mane and hooves"

Sayen: "My beloved mother, how much do I miss her... When I lived with her everything was so much nicer. Until those soldiers came and destroyed it..."

Hawk: "My father, a pure Cayuse stallion. I didn't knew him personally but my mother told me he was a horse owned by the two legged and that he had run away when he met her. When the two legged found out him and my mother, he was taken away from my pregnant mother, she never saw him again"

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Mate / Crush: None/ Might be open

Offspring: None

Siblings: Probably has some sired by her father / Might be open

Friends: Chaska (Lakota boy),Takoda (Chestnut Lakota Horse) / Open

Enemies: Cavalry / Open

Relation to Spirit: Nayira met him when she was on the cavalry and both the mare and stallion ended up in the Lakota tribe. One of the horses the buckskin stallion set free when he ran away from the cavalry.

Biography

Where shall I start? Ah yes, where my story began, way back before I was born.

 My mother was a wild mustang, experiencing the wonders of freedom, no bond tying her to a herd nor to a stallion, if she wanted to do something no one stopped her from doing so. My father a Cayuse Indian Pony was tied to those strange furless two legged creatures, serving them, but he liked it. He had a home, food always available, a shelter to sleep under, but even the most loyal horses sometimes miss their freedom. One day my father sneaked away from his owners and met my mother. He was enchanted by her beauty and introduced himself. My mother didn't really know what to think of this horse, he was charming and sweet but he had those weird painted markings she had seen before in tamed horses. Eventually she warmed up to him and his visits became regular as he sneaked away while his owners didn't know of this encounters. Feelings started to spark between those two, and as it became impossible to deny it when my father decided to come clean on his love. My mother returned his love and was extremely happy when he asked her to be his mate. But what is good never lasts as one day my father wasn't careful enough and got caught by his owners. He was forced to leave his pregnant mare, the thought of never seeing their little foal devastating him. My mother wasn’t much better as she mourned her love, yes he wasn't dead but she wouldn't be able to ever see him again.

Months passed and my mother birthed me. My eyes were very big and curious when I opened them, remembering my mother of my father and so she decided to name me Nayira.

I grew into a nice yearling, showing great capacities of survival. I loved my life, even though I felt curiosity in meeting my father, and I couldn't complain about my mother. She made both jobs of a mother and a father towards me so I never missed a father figure. But then again, life is a unfair place and my joy wouldn't last long.

One day, when my mother and I were out training myself for when I needed to survive by myself, the sound of hooves caught my attention. I turned around only to see strange creatures sitting on horses, but they seemed different. Their gaze was empty as if something was broken inside of them. I heard the man in the middle shout something to his companions and point towards me. I didn’t quite understand who they were back then and so I didn’t move until my mother shouted me to run away. I cocked my head not really getting why until two horses galloped towards me, the men on their back  with some strange things in their hands. I didn’t knew what they were but I knew I didn’t like them. I snorted, ignoring my own mother’s screaming, pawing at the ground as I challenged these creatures, my stubborn nature demonstrating as I refused to back up. My mother watched from behind as the creatures, tossed, what I later learned was a lasso  towards me, shouting for me to move away but I didn’t listen. In desperation and fear of losing her own daughter she bolted towards one of the men knocking him off the horse and knocking the other afterwards. She looked up to the man sitting on the larger horse up the hill before bolting towards him in an attempt to shoo them away. The man looked to my mother measuring if she would be fit for the Cavalry, but my mother was getting old and she wouldn’t be much of a good horse for them, and so I watched as he pulled something out of his belt pointing it to my mother. I heard a loud noise before I saw my mother’s body fall to the ground, the smell of blood filled my nostrils. My eyes widened as I shouted for my mother’s name getting no response, I bolted towards her body and nudged her to get up, but her body was completely still, no breathing no nothing. I didn’t want to believe it, but my sadness was soon replaced by anger as I bolted towards the man who had killed my mother neighing furiously. In my angered state I didn’t see the other men that my mother had knocked out getting up and picking their lassos. As I was rearing to strike the man, I felt something pull on my neck as a rope tightened around it. I turned around to the Cavalry man and snorted  pulling on his rope as another one caught me. I squirmed trying to get rid of it but they had me set in place, there was no escaping.

We traveled for 3 days, all the way long I mourned my mother, before we arrived to a big fort. There I saw several horses with something burned in their skin all ridden by the two legged. I pulled on the rope as the Cavalry guys took me in the middle of two posts, tying me up to them. I once again pulled on the rope trying to break free, until I smelled fire. I looked around to see a man holding a piece of steaming iron. I flattened my ears, snorting as the man approached me and screeched as the iron made contact with my skin, rearing from pain. When he pulled away that place on my shoulder burned as I screeched in pain, catching the attention of some other horses. The pain was too much and I didn’t fight back as he pulled my hooves up cleaning out the dirt before placing horseshoes in them. When he tried clipping my mane it was a different story, I nipped at his hands leaving a bite mark on them. That resulted in one man holding my head down while the one who had burned my skin cut my mane short.

As time passed they managed to saddle me and mount me but they wouldn’t last long on the saddle as I would buck and rear throwing them off me. Often I was left without food or water as a punishment and that only made me bitter. There was only one of the two legged I actually allowed near me, and that was Sergeant Adams. Even if he seemed like a cold man, he actually had a good heart and would bring me some food to keep me from passing out of hunger or thirst. I never allowed him to mount me but I let him pet me once or twice and be in the same space as me without being bitten or kicked at. I never enjoyed my life there and I lounged for my freedom.

I had been living in the Cavalry for 6 months when they brought in a buckskin stallion. He was wild, wilder than me and I must admit it was fun to see how he fought off Murphy when he was being groomed or when he throwed man after man while they tried to break him. When he was ridden by the Colonel I thought the man finally had gotten the best of him until he threw the Colonel over the poll, I remember the Colonel’s face when he got up with a gun on his hand ready to shoot the buckskin. I thought it was the end of that horse but he was saved by the Lakota boy who had been brought in for stealing supplements. I watched as the buckskin ran through the stables right past me before the man broke the lock of the door. I ran out as quickly as I could following him out of the fort. Finally I had my freedom back but I had no where to go, until I remembered my mother telling me my father was the horse of a two legged, one of the most dark ones. I followed the Lakota boy wishing he would lead me to where my father was, it was a long shot but it was worth it. He led me to a village in which I saw several other horses but I wasn’t careful enough and while in my search for my father I didn’t notice a man coming up behind me until I felt the rope on my neck. I reared neighing as the feel of being tied up to see a young human boy holding the tip trying to calm me down as he gently pulled me to a small curral. In my attempts of escaping I ended up going to the exact place he wanted me to. I only noticed it when I heard the click of the closing gate. I screeched more feeling trapped as the boy tried to take the rope of off me. He knew it was useless to try to take the rope off me while I was in that state, it would only result in getting himself hurt so he stopped trying promising he would come back in the morning. I spent some more good hours freaking out until I understood it was useless and I gave in to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, the rope was no longer around my neck and there was a bucket with water in the curral. I got up taking a sip of the water and taking a munch out of the grass before thinking of anything else. I looked around thinking of how should I escape but the wooden fence was too tall and the door was well locked. I saw the boy from the other day come close with another chestnut horse by his side. I flattened my ears and snorted pawing at the ground at his sight. The horse by his side neighed a greeting  coming closer to the fence so he could peak in. He told me the human wouldn’t hurt me. I snorted telling him I didn’t belong here and he nodded understandingly as he told me if I remained with the same thoughts for the following week, I would be let free.

As time went by I ended up adjusting to the village and I liked it. I was allowed to walk around freely in the condition I always returned to the village, the women in the village liked to pamper my mane and tail frequently beading it and I ended up accepting the village as my new home. I would see the buckskin stallion which I had learned went by the name Spirit run around with a mare named Rain tied by a rope, the mare seemed to like his company and so did he. I had already been accepted in the village as they had already painted symbols on my pelt and given me two feathers so it was my job to fend for the village should any harm come to them. My rider was Chaska, the boy who had caught me and I had befriended Takoda, the chestnut horse that had come to see me in the first day. I was loving my life but the Colonel had tracked the village down and sent an attack to it. I and my rider took down several riders and caught as many horses. When the soldiers had retreated, the village was already destroyed and my friend Takoda had been taken away. I helped rebuilding the village pulling the needed materials and getting herbs to heal the injured, between them was Rain.

Some weeks passed and the village was almost finished when Little Creek, Rain’s rider, returned with the buckskin stallion. I was more happy in seeing Takoda return to the village.

Now our village has been finished and I live here with a place to call my home.  

Extras

Voice: Paget Brewster (interpreting Emily Prentiss)

Theme Song: Here’s To Us - Halestorm

Render / Character: Me

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