Name: Witch
Age: 5
Breed: Morgan
Sire: unknown

Dam: unknown

Herd: The Northern Badlands Herd
 

Personality: mild, not afraid to speak her mind, doesn't lke foals, hates humans, sort of grouchy when you first meet her but she lightens up when she gets to know you. Witch is very reserved. She is a fraid of being judged, and most of the times stays in her shell.

 How she felt about Stone: She is friends with Flint, Stone's son. Flint told her about how horrible his father was and Witch began to hate the stallion instead

How she feels about Chase: She thinks of Chase as a friend/enemy. The two are alike, but different all the same. One day they are grazing together, and the next they are fighting each other.
 

How she feels about Red Raven: mares may melt and babble that Red is amazing, but Witch isn't like that. She has a crush on Red Raven. She doesn't act all flirty and such.

How she felt about Flint: She met him in the calvary, ad befriended him. Most think she has a infatuation for him, since she spent a lot of her calvary days chatting with him.
But, the truth was he was like a brother to her.

Any friendships with other mares/horses in the herd: sort of friends with Chase
Did she lose anyone in the famine?: no.

Bio:
Witch was born in a breeding base several miles from the calvary. Her mother was the typical brood mare. She had decent breeding, and she was easy on the eye. Her father was a great war horse, used by the U.S. army.

Witch was a spunky and lively foal. She was already stick her nose some where it doesn't belong. She was always into some sort of mischeif. The typical foal. She was trained with halter and lead rope in the early months that she was a foal. Then when she was set to be weaned her mother was moved to a different stall in a different barn. Surprisingly Witch did not get too upset. She whinned a bit, but quickly got used to the idea of independance.

At the yearling age she was introduced to saddle and bridle(they chose not to wear saddle pads or saddle blankets). She was not ridden of course. They just slipped the bridle in her mouth, and put the saddle on her back every day. She hated it at first, as most horses did. She was showed much mercy and love that year. And then she turned two....
 

Witch was transported to the main calvary base to start her training. EVERYTHING changed. The bridles were shoved farther in her mouth and they pinched her gums. The saddle was heavier and the girth much tighter. They tied her to a post, tying her head up so she couldn't turn around. They cut her beautiful mane short, to wear it stuck straight up. And what they did next never left her. She felt a searing pain in her shoulder and then it was gone. She never figured out what had happened, only that when she looked at her reflection in water there was something black imprinted on her shoulder.
 

Witch was broken just like any other calvary horse. Harsh. She barely fought the heavy man on her back. She didn't really care. She figured if she let this man ride her he would take the saddle and bridle off her and let her go back to the stables. It worked.
 

The day the grullo stallion showed up in camp she would never forget. She watched on as he was branded, and his mane was cut as all calvary horses were. She felt sorry for him. he had become bitter, and mean. He was put in the stable where he was cared for. Witch talked to him, trying to get him to open up a little and he responded. The two became friends. He told her his life story and about his horrid father, Stone. Witch immediately started hating on Stone. She knew his type.
 
Then the calvary decided to set up a new base that was a ways from the old one. They chose twenty horses to go to the new base and live. Witch was one of those many horses.... and Flint was not. She didn't get to say fare well to her friend. She was just taken. And then something she never thought woudl happen happened.
It was a dark night and Witch was tired from marching. Slowly a grullo stallion merged from the shadows. She thought it was Flint. "Flint!" she called. The stallion snorted. And then she realized this was not Flint.... "stone." she whispered. A grin came across Stone's face. And then he was breaking the fence and freeing her. At first she was grateful, and then she remembered what Flint had said about this hateful stallion. But he was much stronger than her and she was forced to go with him. She was taken to his herd.
 

She became friends/enemies with Chase, the powerful black lead mare of the Northern Badlands Herd. She got both good and bad reviews for this.
 

The Great Famine took a huge tole on Witch. She had not yet been accustomed to the wild when it hit. She was skin and bones. She was near death with the bloody bay stallion first showed up. She saw Stone, her hated leader, chase the bloody bay off. Save us. She thought after the blood bay. And he must have heard her prayer. Stone was overthrown and the herd saved. The Great Famine passed and the herd began to thrive. She told Red Raven that she was in forever debt.
 

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