"COME MY WEARY SOLDIERS

[AUDENTIA<3]

Name: Audentia, love.
Age: Six Autumns, dear.
Gender: Dove, my sweet.
Breed: American Mustang, you rebel.
Colour: Blue Roan, as always.
Height: Sixteen Point None, forever
Personality: Audentia holds her namesake. Meaning "Courageous" in the Latin language, its no wonder you'd want her by your side in a battle. Blue roan czaress is full of spunk and loves to adventure. She's never lived within the ranks of a herd, but rather a Tribe. Her old home taught her to fight, for mares were not breeding tools to make stable lines. No, that was the stallions' job. "Autty" was given the tribal markings of a faint cerulean ribbon on her flank, along with seven spots to make a half heart, the sign for caring and luck. She's broken free after a dictator, Archos, had fought over the Tribe's chief and defeated his wisdom. For her six years of life, she hasn't learned much except for what the scent, sight, and taste of blood was, the roar of the battle cry in her ears. She wanders now, awaiting a herd where each sex is treated equally, a place to mark her bad deeds and erase her unfortunate tablet; a new start.
History: It'd been a year, a full year. Spring was back, birds were singing. Her mind refused to flash back, flash back to that fateful day. Lluvia was dead, because of Archos, the Tribe's new dictator, er, chief. Rain pounded against Audentia's blue roan pelt, and she sighed. Dappled goddess looked up to the crying Heavens, nickering mentally, "Why?" Navy-dipped head lowered, and she remembered her old Tribe, her mother, her slaved sire. You see, Tribe ways were different than bands. In Tribes, the "chief", or herd leader, was a mare. Stallions were taken as slaves to create strong fillies, fillies that couldn't be defeated. They did chores, guarded the lands, and helped bring the first breath to newborn lambs. But it'd never be the same again, since a rebellion slave took the chief's life and claimed the Tribe to be ruled by stags once more. Nothing was left but the best choice; to flee.
Picture: xo.

[Paris Love]

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