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.. Name.
Kaderac
.. Gender.
Mare
.. DOB.
06-26-06
.. Height.
14.9hh
.. Coloring.
Paint
.. Personality.
Kaderac is a well-mannered little lady, although she was born with trust issues. She has a lot of patience, which is the only thing that keeps her from freaking out the moment anyone touches her. She is timid and shy on the ground, but once under saddle, she is a wonderful mover, and although any strange sound is enough to set her off at a full gallop and not stop until she's put miles and miles between herself and the 'threat', with the right handling, she is a wonderful ride. She is not especially fond of the stallions, thinking that they are a bit too rough.
.. History.
Having been bred to be a dressage horse, Kaderac has wonderful movement, and near-perfect conformation. But she was born distrustful, and the slightest sound can scare her. Her first two years were spent with other foals (mostly colts, for that year, there were many colts born, which may have led to her disinterest in stallions), all rowdy and playful, in an attempt to strengthen her courage. It didn't work, but because of her good strides and confo, the owner of her first home started her under saddle anyway in hopes that she would be calmer. She wasn't.

The stable owner's daughter, who was one of the trainers at the stable, rode her for a few months, and with finding her a dream ride, she began to show her. It wasn't until that first show that there were big problems, however. They did well, because Kaderac had been trained to the point of perfection. There came a bout of clapping afterward, which startled her, and she bolted from the arena, and in her fear, bucked her rider off.

After that, she was put up for sale, but she was so hard to catch and so much more distrustful after that one show that nobody wanted her. Until there came Azhra's father, who was looking for a problem horse for his daughter to deal with, and she was perfect.
.. Relations.
.. Dhaval. Son
.. Salvador. Son

.. Acquaintances.
.. Shakil. He's a little weird. So feisty. He's a huge troublemaker, just for the fun of it.
.. Surandor. What a showoff! It's flattering, really, but he doesn't seem very interested in her...
.. Goldeneye. A little strange, perhaps. Who's ever heard of a horse afraid of beatles?

.. Name.
Dhaval
.. Gender.
Stallion
.. DOB.
07-08-06
.. Height.
9.3hh
.. Coloring.
Paint
.. Personality.
Ever curious, he will always be the first of the twins to barge up and try something new. He's like the leader of the little group consisting of himself and his brother, and he although he can be haughty and mean, he would never do anything to benefit himself if he knew it would hurt his little brother. He's always up for a good rowdy playfight, and will always be there to help defend his little brother in case of trouble.
.. History.

.. Relations.
.. Kaderac. Mother
.. Surandor. Father
.. Salvador. Brother

.. Acquaintances.


.. Previous Stages.

.. Name.
Casimir [destroyer of peace]
.. Gender.
Stallion
.. DOB.
07-09-06
.. Height.
14.3hh
.. Coloring.

.. Personality.
Casimir was born to be a peace-destroyer. He's trouble beyond trouble, and it's very obvious, be it because of the glint in his eye, or the sneaky smile on his muzzle. He lives to harrass his sisters and play jokes on other foals. There is nothing he loves more than a little harmless chaos, and he'll do anything to seem obnoxious. Like most jokers, he can talk on and on and on and not stop. He is almost never at a loss of words.
.. History.

.. Relations.
.. Esperanza. Mother
.. Shakil. Father
.. Beau. Sister
.. Bryton. Sister

.. Acquaintances.
.. Zafirah. Huh, she's got some spunk. That's good, maybe, but who is she to call him a fool?!

.. Previous Stages.
[Foal]

.. Name.
Nicklbec
.. Mate.
Mera
.. Gender.
Stallion
.. DOB.
08-24-06
.. Height.
15.7
.. Coloring.
Chestnut/Sorrel
.. Personality.
A courageous, chivalrous, goofy, and outspoken young stallion who always seems to be entangled in a web of mysterious chaos and trouble, Nick is a friendly, albeit somewhat cocky, creature.
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.. History.
He was born in Europe, descended from a noble line of horses, each as pure as the next. He was the eighth colt in a row foaled into the lines. His mother and father had previously been bred together twice, and his two older brothers had both grown up fiery, yet gentle-natured racers who had won fame and fortune racing their way to the people's hearts. When Nick had been born, his owner knew immediately how valuable a horse he really was, and had kept him without selling, so he might make a good start on the horse to keep him from the chance of being ruined by ignorant hands.

In the time they spent together before he was weaned, Nick's mother taught him all she wanted him to know. How there were kind humans, and how there were cruel humans. She taught him how to behave, and she taught him to how to be obedient, but still retain his innate spirit. She taught him how to be respectful, and how chivalry was not, as so many claimed it was, dead. But most of all, how she would be there whenever he needed her.

When he had just been weaned, the man who owned him turned him out to six months of pasture rest with a bunch of other foals about his same age, and together they spent the time grazing, playing, and growing tall and gangly. With the others, some of whom were great strong carthorse colts, and many wise and some rather foolish, Nick learned to dislike and distrust humans. Adjacent to their field were some old, retired horses whom their mast had found too precious to sell. Some boys, cruel and mean, would climb into the old horses' pasture, and hurl rocks at them, jeering and laughing all the time. The one time they had tried to hurt the foals, a burly carthorse colt came blundering up and sank his teeth into one of the boys' arm. Since then, they stuck to the old horses, often taunting the foals as they passed, but never daring to throw rocks at them. They would have continued with it, and their owner not driven up one day to check on the foals, and caught them throwing rocks at his horses, and chased them from his property.

When he was a yearling, fresh back from the pasture rest, his owner had put him in a stall across from his mother's, so he might get used to the stable life sooner. By this time, she had been covered once again by the same stallion that was his father, and it had just been confirmed that she was in foal. He knew his mother wouldn't quite recognize him, but her presence calmed him greatly, and before long, living within the stables was almost as easy as living out in the fields.

There was a morning early in May, when the same boys who had tormented Nick's owner's old horses snuck into the barn. They were giggling, every move radiating maliciousness. Nick, who had doxed off along with some other horses, and been jolted awake by their noise. Living in the field had hardened him some, and he was more alert.

It was a scorpion. The bug scuttled forward, running toward him. It swerved into his stall, but Nick's instinctive fear drove him forward, and he half rose into a rear, batting at it with his forehooves. The scorpion turned and scuttled away. It was only natural that it would scuttle across the aisle, where Nick's mother was dozing lying down, her breathing shallow and calm. She didn't hear the scorpion as it entered, didn't hear it crossing the hay that covered the stall floor. Suddenly there was a grunt of surprise as Nick's mother jolted to her feet. By then, the scorpion had gone.

The day after, one of the more senior stablehands passed by on their way to fetch feed for the horses. Even as he'd entered the barn, he had heard the frantic calling of the yearling, and kicking against the door. There was an urgency within the call that made him hasten into the building. He saw Nick's mother, lying flat on her side on the floor. The straw around her was damp, and her coat was shiny with sweat. Her breathing was harsh and labored. The yearling Nick had seen what had happened. He'd watched the scorpion escape through the crack beneath the stall's half doors, and in the night, he had seen his mother sink heavily to her side with a pained moan.

The owner was called for, and together they tended to the sick mare. They rubbed her dry time and time again, but it only got worse. By the end of the morning, the vet had been called for, but when he arrived and did a quick checkover, he said the best thing to do for her would be to put her down, and that the foal would be lost whether or not the mare survived the ordeal. Nick watched as he took a blood sample from his mother, and then administered the final shot. In a few minutes, her breathing slowed, and then faded altogether.

The afternoon was spent moving Nick's mother's dead body from the barn. The people were clueless, but Nick knew what had happened. It was the scorpion. From then on, Nick abandoned all his mother had taught him. In his mind, humans were vile creatures. His mother had lied to him, and he was determined to set out fresh.

The one exception was his owner, who, he learned through experience, was kind and gentle and seemed to know exactly was a horse was thinking. In this way, his faith in humans was once again partially restored. He learned how to tell a human's personality from a single whiff, and he learned how to obey, but disobey at the same time and get away with it.

He was turned out for pasture rest with the same foals from before at the age of two for a year. There, he learned from the others what they had learned on their own, and in time, his was a wisdom that surpassed any other young horse of his age. He became calmer than the other two-year-olds, although he often joined in with their rambunctious games. But it was as if something in his mother's death that had triggered in him a major change, that cost him a normal life.

He learned mistrust, and trust together, and he learned on his own, that he had to fight to stay alive.

.. Relations.
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.. Acquaintances.
.. Mera. Ah, so they didn't get off on the right foot, perhaps, but that can be fixed, no? You gotta love the spunk. And besides, she's pretty enough... ninja Mera is so beautiful. Smart, and caring with an exotic sense of humor that Nick himself can understand the best, she's transformed from strange acquaintance to being the love of his life. And oh, he's never going to let her go. Who could of known...

.. Previous Stages.

.. Name.
Jinglebell [SS from winter rains <33]
.. Gender.
Mare
.. DOB.
11-30-06
.. Height.
15.2
.. Coloring.
White
.. Personality.
Haunted by the memories of abuse, Jinglebell is exceedingly shy and thinks that everyone and everything is out to get her. Because of this, there is no way she could be corraled with the other horses and left to walk free through the camp.
.. History.
Jinglebell is an exceedingly shy creature. Bred for rodeo use from two top bucking horses, Jinglebell was expected to be the fiercest bucker of all time. However, when it became apparent that the white mustang had not only not inherited any of her parents' wild instincts or ferocious tempers, they tried to beat the calm and trust out of her by cornering her and whipping her. All it did was turn her into a completely mistrustful and extremely shy creature, whose only instinct was flight back into darkness.

So the rodeo sold her. An old gentlemen, who saw her at a horse fair, bought her out of pity and intended her for his granddaughter as a birthday present, but it soon became obvious that she could not be ridden, and after giving her the simple name of 'Jinglebell', she was sold again, and eventually reached Azhra in Azale.
.. Relations.


.. Acquaintances.


.. Previous Stages.

.. Name.
Aerose [Nick: Cupid]
.. Gender.
Stallion
.. DOB.
o2-14-o7
.. Height.
14.2
.. Coloring.
God (Sorrel)
.. Personality.
The saying 'all good things come in small packages' actually applies in little Cupid's case. A tiny 14.2 hands high, yet it does not seem to phase him at all. His very presence seems to invoke feelings of happiness and love, although for the life of him he cannot figure out why. He has mastered the ability to wink with his left eye, which can be awfully dashing due to the white heart around it. He has also learned to coordinate himself to dance - a small wiggle of his hindquarters, perhaps, to the beat of his beautiful wings. He can be awfully flirty, although he never seems to realize it.
.. History.
He was born a king amongst foals. Even as a newborn, he carried himself with more dignity and pride than others, and he could always outrun and outsmart them. Because of this, he easily found a new herd to head after he was driven from his birth herd by his father (almost because his father was exceedingly superstitious, and thought his son's wings to be a bad omen for his herd). All competitors for his new herd were repelled by the sight of his wings. The lack of competition made him a little too arrogant for his own good, and ultimately, it led to his capture.

When the humans who had captured him saw his markings and sensed that he had some sort of unspoken power over all over horses, they decided he was too strange and special to be used in a rodeo. Even in captivity, he was loving and trusting, despite never having had any human contact. They knew he was too kind and loving for a rodea, too, and so they sold him at an auction, briefly taking the time to nickname him Cupid. Azhra's father saw him and immediately decided something about him was too good to let go.

Also, it appears that his wings are visible only to horses, and not to humans.
.. Relations.
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.. Acquaintances.
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.. Previous Stages.
Stupid Cupid!