Simmeh's Chars

[Simmarrah]

Name: Dew
Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Colour: Dappled gray
Breed: spanish mustang
personality: sweet, good natured, nervous, excitable, high strung, intelligent, sometimes a bit kuku.
History: Her herd fell apart after the deaths of the leads in a freak accident. She now wanders the land, looking for a new herd and a new home.

[Simmarrah]

Name: Cobalt
Age: 2 years
Gender: Colt
Color: Black
Breed: Arabian
Personality: Adventurous, daring, prideful, arrogant, hot headed, strong willed, high tempered, stubborn, clever, and sometimes very stupid.
History: Cobalt loves to take dares, he just cant live them down. He has scars on his hind quarters from the claws of a mountain lion, when his 'friends' dared him to chase one. He has never gotten seriously injured, which is why he still does dares, and is never cautious.

[Simmarrah]

My name: The name I was born with is Simmarrah.

My age: I have spent enough time on this earth to see the passings of 7 winters.

My gender: I am female, duh.

My breed: I am Akhal-Teke, descended from the great Bucephalas himself.

My color: I am bay, with a white blaze, and scars adorn my body.

My personality: I dont know much about myself, but I am persistant, brave, and I follow orders if they are given from the right person. I dont stand for nonsense, am strict, and I love to think of problems and how to solve them. I can be rebellious, and hard to handle. I am contemptious of those whom I dont respect, like, or trust, and especially of those who think they can control me, and are bad, but havent even gone through 1 day of the stuff I had endured. I am an all out bitch.

My history: I am a warrior.

I was born at a farm, next to many farms and near many cities -It was a huge country- and spent the first 2 years of my life there. They were good. The humans who worked the farm, though poor, were very kind, and made sure their horses were better off than them. With their great care, and my constant exercise, I got taller and gained lots of muscle.

Then, the humans that lived in the country were going to fight other humans for more land (which they didnt need). So they went to all the farms and took all of the horses that were fit and gave them to knights to be trained. Before I was taken, I stood a little over 17 hands high, and had not one ounce of fat on me. When they came to my farm, they saw how big and strong I was at such a young age (they were only supposed to get horses above 3 years old, and over 15 hands in height), and took me along with my mother and many other horses.

The knight who was to train me was a big sturdy man from the mountains. Though he looked like he could rip my head off, he was really very gentle and had light hands on the reins. He was so kind to me, that when he backed me, I only gave a couple of gentle bucks out of suprise, and calmed down. He soon said that I was the most mannered horse he had ever seen, and I was. I took the bit willingly, didnt puff out my stomach when he was tightening the girth, didnt kick, and I never bit or nipped. The only time I would bite, kick, rear, and be all time nasty was during a battle, and that was only towards the enemy.

And so, I learned how to carry a man into battle, how to bring down opponents horses, how to run right up to the enemy line and never be scared or falter. I learned how to keep swords, spears and arrows from hurting my rider, how to stand quietly for hours on end without moving or making a sound and then be ready to ride forward into battle at a moment's notice, how to rear at the right moment to bring more force upon my rider's sword. I learned how to run with horses around you (so tight that they touch you from all sides) and never stumble, how to settle down to the ground so if my rider is hurt he can get on me without too much trouble. But best of all, I learned how to travel for miles and miles, be exhausted, and yet find the strength to do it all again the next day.

I fought well and bravely, keeping my rider from harm throughout many different battles. I traveled through scorching deserts and freezing cold mountains. I was 5 years old during my last battle. It went very badly for our side. We lost many horses and men, including my rider. An enemy human had thrown a spear at me, and I had turned to avoid it, and at the same time another spear was thrown at me and I tried to turn in the other direction and slipped in the mud. My rider went down underneath me, and never got up again.

Many things happened after that moment which are too horrible for me to mention here. But here is the gist of it: I was captured by horses and turned into a slave. They found out my fighting abilities, and stuck me in an arena with horses and other creatures to fight to the death for the amusment of the spectators. You can guess I had an all win streak, which is why I am still alive. But I escaped, and is now living the life of a free horse.