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Name: Nascha
History: Nascha's history date's back to before her birth, being a rather rare horse; a Trakehner. Her family had been shipped from Europe as stock and to trade with Native Americans for furs, in which her mother was purchased. It was only two years after adoption into the tribe when the Trakehner mare became mates with a local mustang and became pregnant with Nascha.
A young filly who was born amongst this tribe, Nascha (Meaning "Owl") lived beside her small, tamed herd of horses until she had reached a mere two years old, when her home was attacked by an enemy tribe. Amongst the ruin, she fled into the wilderness where she continued to grow and became a smart, independant mare. Due to her rather distaste of males, she never accepted the invitation of starting or joining a herd, and nowadays roams the plains alone.
How Many Hands High: 16 hands (54 inches)
Gender: Mare (Female)
Personality: Usually stubborn and not very social, Nascha prefers the constant privacy of being alone, without the limits of a lead stallion. She is a strong willed mare, with a bad bite and kick and a nature to be very defensive; she is very short-tempered, but after constantly meeting with the same horse, her soft side can and will begin to appear in place of her usual, stubborn demeanor.
Appearance: A chocolate bay mare with a deep black mane and tail; Nascha's mustang traits include a slightly shaggier pelt and a slight heavy build, but mostly contains that of her mother's breed, the Trakehner, with a silky tail and mane that is her crown in appearance. Nascha also has a rather faded mark of Native American decorating, with a few faded (Yellow) feathers in her mane and a faint red circle on her left shoulder blade.
RP Sample: The chocolate mare made her way quietly through the open plains, with a silent, yet distinguished "Cli-clop-cli-clop," As she journeyed through. Her silky dark mane, from time to time, ruffled in the calm breeze of the American west. Nascha had been travelling for days in search of water.
The mare grunted, shaking her head free of the annoying horseflies that constantly sought out the tears of her eyes, aswell as the bits of blood that flowed within her legs. Nascha then lowered her neck towards the earth, sniffing the dirt as her nostrils flared, blowing bits of dust into small clouds. Water.
With a hoof to the earth, Nascha dug into the hard soil, pawing constantly to scratch it's dry surface. After a few moments of digging, the mare found the sustenance she had been searching for all along; fresh spring water began to flood into a small puddle at her hooves. With satisfaction, the wild mare craned her neck downward and peeled back her lips to drink the refreshing liquid.