|Bleeding Heart|

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Name: Bleeding Heart
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Herd: Wasteland
Breed: Pure Arabian
Appearance:

Coat the colour that resembles fresh spilt blood with black tipped ears, legs and mug to go with it. Banner and tassles flow deathly black. Frame sleek and powerful along with femine. Body is every bit that of a warrior. This mare is an impressive example of how good arab mares can get. Eyes hold a wild fire that can never be extinguished in life. Standing at 15.3hh she may not reach those great hight of others yet makes up for it in many other ways

Personality:

Bleeding Heart, or Blood as she is commonly known by those who have experienced her before, is a fiery mare from and unknown place. Secretive about her past, she is a mare with both the body and mind of a warrior. She has brains and uses them to the very best. Proud and honourable best describe her. That is if you manage to earn her respect. Otherwise she will treat you with the same contempt she holds for most. Not one to show true emotion even at the best of times she can be trustworthy most times and very determined. Her wrath is one to be wary of though her friendship is one to cherish

History:

Ah the story. No one known exactly where abouts in her homeland Blood was born. Her homeland? A far off place on the boarder of Egypt unknown to most. Born from respected parents this mare grew up well enough, being trained as a warrior in her proud herd. She was one of the best. Living happily enough eventually having one foal that was eagerly awaited by most of the herd. Nice life? Well it was untill the neighbouring herds banned together and, fuelled by jealousy and greed, began the day of slaughter. The whole herd, with the exeption of a few, were wiped out. Having lost all the remainders vanished without a trace including Blood but without her child which remained behind as a stiff corpse. Still haunted by her loss the blood bay mare locks herself away from others though in this new land who knows what could happen

Sample:

The winds picked up sending sand spiralling around the sturdy, charred pillars of the mare that stood on a risen dune. Staue like, she survied the vast expanse of land before her. Sand stung the flesh, mingled itself with tassels and intruded in the more tender parts of the body. Snorting with irritation as sand flew up her nares, Bleeding Heart stared no more but set upon the last leg of her journey. What better place to start anew then the newly ressurected Egypt

Steadly through the sand she travelled onwards. Pools were little more then slits as the wind threw the irritating granuals around. Feeling of displacment stirred within her chest. Knowing little of this land put Blood into a state of unease. But what could she do? She needed a home. One far away from her old one. So it seemed she was here to stay