Personality:
Meia-Noite is calm and collected, not easily surprised or startled. Even when she is, her cool composure remains. She has a gentle gait and smooth movements. She has a deep longing for freedom. |
Family:
N/A |
Backstory:
The mare kicked at the stall door, restless. It was night, and all she wanted to do was run. The groom came out to the barn, angry and tired. He opened the stall door to see what was the issue. She dashed out, much to his annoyance, and ran out the barn door. She reared onto her hind legs, letting them hit the ground and rest there a split second before tearing off into the fenced in field. She ran around, letting her mind wander. She could think better when running in the chilly night air. She let her past wrap around her. She was born in a herd owned by a famous ranch. She was a valuable filly. But the ranch declined in business until no one came out. The wealthy owner didn't want to leave his horses trapped in barns for the rest of their lives, so he made his land a reserve for the herds he had. It felt like being a wild horse, and his herds loved the freedom. Their pastures had expanded, the fences almost never seen. Then people came and began to rope them. Take them and put them in barns. Noite and her best friend, a young stallion born around the same time as her, escaped the men several times. But the rest of the horses were taken. The day her parents were taken, Noite gave up. She ran halfheartedly away from the men, nudged on by her friend. But the men finally outsmarted them. Roped them and stuffed them in a trailer. Took them to a market and put them on sale. She was bought in a jiffy, and separated from her life-long friend. Then she was taken here. A riding school. Not a bad place, but with nowhere to roam. She felt a halter being slipped on and sighed. Tomorrow would be another day of children on her back, another day without freedom.
The mare kicked at the stall door, restless. It was night, and all she wanted to do was run. The groom came out to the barn, angry and tired. He opened the stall door to see what was the issue. She dashed out, much to his annoyance, and ran out the barn door. She reared onto her hind legs, letting them hit the ground and rest there a split second before tearing off into the fenced in field. She ran around, letting her mind wander. She could think better when running in the chilly night air. She let her past wrap around her. She was born in a herd owned by a famous ranch. She was a valuable filly. But the ranch declined in business until no one came out. The wealthy owner didn't want to leave his horses trapped in barns for the rest of their lives, so he made his land a reserve for the herds he had. It felt like being a wild horse, and his herds loved the freedom. Their pastures had expanded, the fences almost never seen. Then people came and began to rope them. Take them and put them in barns. Noite and her best friend, a young stallion born around the same time as her, escaped the men several times. But the rest of the horses were taken. The day her parents were taken, Noite gave up. She ran halfheartedly away from the men, nudged on by her friend. But the men finally outsmarted them. Roped them and stuffed them in a trailer. Took them to a market and put them on sale. She was bought in a jiffy, and separated from her life-long friend. Then she was taken here. A riding school. Not a bad place, but with nowhere to roam. She felt a halter being slipped on and sighed. Tomorrow would be another day of children on her back, another day without freedom.