Name: Bree

Age: Depends

Breed: Mustang

Coat: Dappled grey

Parents: Bonita X Raphael

Siblings: Sierra (Twin)

Foals: None yet

Crush/Crusher: None

Mate: Open, will be picky

Friends: Sierra, Bonita, Rain, Esperanza (She visits the trive with Rain sometimes), Spirit

Character: Bree is a sweet mare. She is very sensitive and positive, but can be stern when she needs to be.

Likes: Sierra, Bonita, Being alone by the river

Dislikes: Stallions trying to impress her

Fears: Losing Bonita

Voice: Eliza Doolittle

Theme song: Empty Hand ~ Eliza Doolittle

Bio:  Before we begin with Bree's birth, let's start at the start. Brees' mother, Bonita, was born in captivity. A tragic event tore her from her beloved owner and she had to live alone in the wildlife. She was quite a small mare, and a fine prize for any stallion. When she came across a small native american tribe, they accepted her. There she met a young golden stallion named Raphael. They became good friends, each day becoming closer and closer. Bonita soon felt different about Raphael, falling for his charm and protective ways. One day, he surprised her, and told her that he felt the same way. The two became mates, and made twin foals together.

Sierra and Bree were born on a golden autumn evening. Bonita was tired, but proud of herself. She nutured Sierra, whilst Raphael cared for Bree. That's when their bond began. Bree grew up to be a daddy's girl. She was close to him, and loved him with all her heart. One day Raphael left the tribe to fight in the war, and was killed. When she found out, Bree was devistated. She didn't make any friends like her sister. She sat there all alone, staring at the water at the riverbanks. Bonita began to worry, thinking she would never find a mate. Bonita began to introduce new friends to Bree, only for her to turn them down.

Bree left the tribe when she turned 4. She wanted to leave behind the memories of her father and start afresh. Bree managed to survive, although it was hell for her. Every day she was either fighting off predators or hiding in the shadows. As the years passed, Bree began to weaken. One day she was attacked by a grizzly bear, leaving Bree bleeding to death in the marshlands. Luckily for her, she was discovered by a young pinto foal named Rain. Rain took her to the native american tribe. Bree recognized the place all to well and began to get nervous. Rain took Bree to her mother. When Bree saw who it was, she was astonished. There stood a chesnut sabino mare, with a warm smile. She had recognized her, and was happy she was back. Sierra explained how devistated Bonita was when she left. She took Bree to her mother. When Bree saw her mothers state, she couldn't believe her eyes.

What once was a shining grey mare with sparkling green eyes was now a dull white with pale eyes that hardly shone. Bonita spotted Bree and almost burst into tears with joy. Bree was still damaged from the attack, and once away Bonita got an indian boy named Little Creek to heal her. Bree now stays in the village, looking for love.

Lineart goes to Blackhorsebeth

If you use her in a creation please ask permission first! Thank you.