"Then I lost it all, dead and broken. 
My, back's against the wall. 
Cut me open. 
I'm just trying to breathe, just trying to figure it out. 
Because I built these walls to watch them crumbling down. 
I said, then I lost it all. 
Who can save me now??

Name: Enola

Name Meaning: Solitary

Age: 3

Dam: Unknown

Sire: Unknown

Siblings: 1 named, but open to be made

Color: Silver Grulla

Relations:

Mate: Leon

Crush: None

Crushers: None

Foals: None

Friends: Thorburn, General Comanche, Leon, Styles

Foes: None

Rider/owner: None

Other info:

Personality: As her name says, she is anti social, she is also very snappish. Due to her past she is dubbed insane and unridable. The lakota's keep her in a fence by herself, the others horses, even the nicest of one stay away from her, leaving her in isolation,when she is really just misunderstood.

Likes: being allowed to be free of the pen, looking at the stars

Dislikes: Being alone, having no one to understand her.

History:

(Told in her view.)

I was born in the wild., my mother was a beautiful grullo mare, my father was an escaped Calvary mount. My family was happy, and full of love. But they was not to last. Shorty after I was born my mother started flirting with another stallion. My father didn't approve and killed the stallion. My mother was heartbroken and took it out of me. I cried out as her sharp hooves cut me and her teeth sunk into my flesh, she would of killed me if it hadn't been for my  father.

I watched as my father attacked my mother and killed her. He turned and looked at me, and simply left me there. I ran after him, only to meet a pair of back hooves in the face. I collasped and cried myself to sleep. I woke up in a cave. A tall dark stallion stood over me.

Growing up in the stallions herd was not happy, I was kicked, bit, and abused everyday, by the time I was a yearling I was being forced to breed with him along with the rest of the abuse. I soon ran off in the night, and never looked back. Then the Calvary roped me and I found myself being abused again. With my father doing the worst of it, calling me a failure, a mistake. I began to believe his words.

Two and a half, I was sold to be a draft horse, the abuse continued and I ended up going deaf in my left ear and blind in my right eye. I was so weak that I couldn't pull the train with the others and thus was to be killed. Until Lakota's attacked and took most of there horses back, and me.

I was painted and attempted to be gentled, but I couldn't do it, I attacked anyone who came near me, expect children and foals, I never wanted what happened to me as a foal to happen to anyone else, soon the other horses started calling me ' The Demon Horse' and it went down hill from there. 

To this day I lay in my pen at night and look up at the stars, wondering, if I really was a mistake and if any stallion could love me?

Relation to Spirit: Mom was the daughter of strider, dad was a horse Spirit set free when he was in the Calvary, been in the Calvary, sold to pull the train, lives in the Lakota village and Little Creek is trying to figure her out.

Head and body-me