Nasima
5 Years Old
Mare
Mare
Personality:
Nasima is shy, having a hard time talking to strangers. It is hard for Nasima to make friends and have conversations with others, so she often seems detached. Once past her shyness, Nasima is kind and compassionate to those in need. Her love for those she cares for runs deep. |
Family:
Nasima is mates with Kham [owned by Zell] |
Backstory:
An old man bought a filly. He lived on an old farm property and had always loved horses. He named her Nasima and put her in the fenced in pasture behind his home. There was a barn with many stalls that the old man fixed up, and at night he let her pick whichever stall she wanted to sleep in. She always picked the same one, the closest to the door, for she loved the old man and couldn’t wait to see him the next day. She grew up with him, and not once did he ride her. He told her he was too old, and that he just liked to see her in the field. She would always stay near him when he came to watch her, unless he asked her to run around. She would do anything for her owner. He loved her, and she loved him. One day, when Nasima was four, she was galloping across the pasture for him. When she turned around to see the smile on his face, he was holding the fence, trying not to fall. Alarmed, she raced over. He was breathing heavy, barely able to stand. “Nasima, my girl, I think it’s my time,” he managed. “I’m having a heart attack.” She tilted her head, not understanding anything but her name. She reached her head over the fence and nuzzled him. He reached up with difficulty and put his hand on her nose. “Nasima, you’re a good girl. Everything will be okay.” His hand slipped off her face and he slumped to the ground. Nasima nudged him all day, but nothing happened. He didn’t get up to put her in the barn, and she didn’t dare leave his side. Two days later, a car pulled in. The woman saw the old man on the ground, and raced over, calling out. “Dad!” She held his wrist and cried. After a moment, she stood and reached for Nasima’s halter. She tied her to the fence and went into the barn, grabbing an armful of hay and a bag of feed. The woman filled a bucket with water for Nasima, and left. Nasima ate some grass and lay down. The next day, no one came. She ate some feed and drank a little water. This continued for weeks, until the water and feed were gone. She ate grass until that too was gone. The rains came, and filled her bucket, and she was thankful for the water. She soon ate the hay too. Six months she was tied there, waiting for the woman and the old man to come back. She was starving, and only sometimes was there water. At the end of six months, she knew she needed food. The old man wasn’t coming back. She allowed herself to accept that he had died. Nasima tugged against the halter holding her to the fence. It snapped, and she fell, surprised. The first thing she did was run around the field, and then she ate grass. She went into the barn and broke open a bag of feed, eating until she was full. She lay in a stall and slept as rain pounded on the roof. The next day, she left. It was quite easy to jump the fence. She journeyed for just a few days before arriving at a valley. A stallion walked out to greet her, introducing himself as Alone Together. Nasima found she had to force words from her mouth, and her heart was thumping. She was shy, and she hadn’t known until that day. The stallion introduced her to his son, who was two and a half years old. He introduced her to three mares and another stallion the same age as the son. There was also a yearling standing next to the strawberry roan mare, but she came to the conclusion they weren’t related. Nasima slowly became a part of the herd, building friendships piece by piece.
An old man bought a filly. He lived on an old farm property and had always loved horses. He named her Nasima and put her in the fenced in pasture behind his home. There was a barn with many stalls that the old man fixed up, and at night he let her pick whichever stall she wanted to sleep in. She always picked the same one, the closest to the door, for she loved the old man and couldn’t wait to see him the next day. She grew up with him, and not once did he ride her. He told her he was too old, and that he just liked to see her in the field. She would always stay near him when he came to watch her, unless he asked her to run around. She would do anything for her owner. He loved her, and she loved him. One day, when Nasima was four, she was galloping across the pasture for him. When she turned around to see the smile on his face, he was holding the fence, trying not to fall. Alarmed, she raced over. He was breathing heavy, barely able to stand. “Nasima, my girl, I think it’s my time,” he managed. “I’m having a heart attack.” She tilted her head, not understanding anything but her name. She reached her head over the fence and nuzzled him. He reached up with difficulty and put his hand on her nose. “Nasima, you’re a good girl. Everything will be okay.” His hand slipped off her face and he slumped to the ground. Nasima nudged him all day, but nothing happened. He didn’t get up to put her in the barn, and she didn’t dare leave his side. Two days later, a car pulled in. The woman saw the old man on the ground, and raced over, calling out. “Dad!” She held his wrist and cried. After a moment, she stood and reached for Nasima’s halter. She tied her to the fence and went into the barn, grabbing an armful of hay and a bag of feed. The woman filled a bucket with water for Nasima, and left. Nasima ate some grass and lay down. The next day, no one came. She ate some feed and drank a little water. This continued for weeks, until the water and feed were gone. She ate grass until that too was gone. The rains came, and filled her bucket, and she was thankful for the water. She soon ate the hay too. Six months she was tied there, waiting for the woman and the old man to come back. She was starving, and only sometimes was there water. At the end of six months, she knew she needed food. The old man wasn’t coming back. She allowed herself to accept that he had died. Nasima tugged against the halter holding her to the fence. It snapped, and she fell, surprised. The first thing she did was run around the field, and then she ate grass. She went into the barn and broke open a bag of feed, eating until she was full. She lay in a stall and slept as rain pounded on the roof. The next day, she left. It was quite easy to jump the fence. She journeyed for just a few days before arriving at a valley. A stallion walked out to greet her, introducing himself as Alone Together. Nasima found she had to force words from her mouth, and her heart was thumping. She was shy, and she hadn’t known until that day. The stallion introduced her to his son, who was two and a half years old. He introduced her to three mares and another stallion the same age as the son. There was also a yearling standing next to the strawberry roan mare, but she came to the conclusion they weren’t related. Nasima slowly became a part of the herd, building friendships piece by piece.