Post by Vel on Nov 25, 2009 9:22:20 GMT -5
Batalla
The mare had been through so much in her life time. So many memories, so much heartbreak. Now she wanted to get away from it all. She had been wandering alone on this God forsaken island for the past year and half.
She had made up her mind. She was through with being the calm, quiet, motherly mare like she had been in her past four herds. This time, if any stag, or even mare, came to ask her to come to their herd, Batalla would accpet, only to be a warrior. She had sat back and let things happen to her her whole enitre life. It was time for change.
Her whole life story was based on pain, loss, and betrayal. When she was young, she lived in her mother and father's small herd. Only eight horses in the whole group, including herself. Five out of those eight were related to her in some way as well. There was only one other foal in the whole group, but he was her 'sworn enemy'. Batalla smiled as she remembered him. He was a littlespitfire of a black colt. The two always fought and never got along once in their lives.
But all that didn't matter anymore. It was time to start new. Batalla just hoped that she could find someone that had a herd and needed a devoted warrior.
