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Rousey

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Show Name: Infinite Intrusion
Name: Rousey
Gender: Mare
Color: Silver Sooty Buckskin Pangare Tobiano

Height: 12.0hh
Parents: Foundation
Age: 3 years
Personality: Short-tempered | Anxious | Distant | Distrusting

A mare who is not to be messed with. Her short temper drives most other horses and creatures away. Rousey tries so hard to hide her anxiety and pain. She has a really hard time burying her feelings but tries to not let anyone see her sweat. Instead, she just comes across as cold hearted and mean. A closed up mare who would rather die than express her feelings. She is very distant from other animals and people. It is hard to even feed her. She is still very wild at heart and does not trust anyone. She sees everyone as a threat.

Story: My breaths became shallow and frantic as the metal walls tightened and collapsed on me. Cold sweat dripped down my spine as I searched desperately for a familiar face in the tight trailer full of horses I had never seen before. My imagination ran wild as anxiety consumed and controlled my body. I closed my eyes and reset my mind. I tried to wiggle through the masses, screaming for mother, father, or anyone from my herd. I pushed disgruntled horses out of the way, scrambling to the back of the trailer. The scorching hot metal stung my face as I pressed up against it to try to see out the small holes. Everything was moving so fast. My heart pounded and ricocheted against my skull. I felt my blood boil and burn. Thoughts raced through my head, but one kept knocking on my skull. I just want someone from my herd. Just one. Tears began to puddle and cloud up my eyes as I tried to suck it up and keep my outer shell from cracking. My eyes began to burn as the tears overwhelmed my eyes. I couldn't hold back anymore. I rammed my body against the wall and then struck it again. Heads began to turn but I didn't care. Horses began to back away from be, so I continued to strike the wall, only to deepen the pain and bruises. An older mare looked deep into my troubled eyes as I screamed out for my mother. She tried to soothe and calm me. One by one, more horses began to surround me. Blood began to boil inside of me and I shoved all of them off of me in a furious rampage. Screaming out to my mother, I only wanted her. No one else. All I wanted was my mother. The pain surged deep. As the truck came to a halt, light surged through the opening as horses began to unload, into another tight area. There was lots of shoving and yelling, as humans surrounded us. I screamed out for mother. Still responseless. I collapsed onto the dusty and dry ground, as horses trampled around me. At this point, I didn't care if I was stepped on. I was truly broken. Never again would I depend on others, as I navigated and survived through the long months in the crowded corral. My heart hardened and I distanced myself from others. If anyone came close to me, I would instantly snap at them. I didn't want to be weak ever again. Throughout my youth, I jumped from place to place. Always fighting with anyone and everyone who came near me or looked at me funny. But isolation only makes the pain deepen. Making friends never was my priority in life. Survival always has and will be my priority.
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Mate: Open to mate offers
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Story: The rain poured down heavy as the dark clouds gloomed over head. It was the storm that would lead to the most ultimate mud puddles. I smirked as others frowned in their stalls. Patience is all I would need now before I could enjoy the goopy mess of mud. I do not necessarily care for rain itself. But the days after a rain storm are my absolute favorite. It is something that I always look forward to. I watched for hours as the rain showers stayed steady. It was difficult to tell if the sun had set or not due to how thick and dense the menacing clouds were. I looked at the other stalls as they all looked annoyed and frustrated by the rain. The chattering about the rain slowly died down as darkness crept up on us and wrapped us in its chilling embrace. I fell into a trance and began to drift off into a muddy dream. It felt like Christmas Eve. Sleeping was ever so difficult as I kept thinking about all of the tempting mud puddles. When I woke up, I heard the shouting and cheering of the foals and colts as they all clamored in excitement. Their mothers lectured their children to behave and avoid the mud puddles. But everyone knew that rule was one that was meant to be broken. There is no such thing as ignoring the temptations of the cooling and mushy mud puddles. I raced out of my stall and into the mud puddle ridden field. I scanned over the entire field until I found the perfect mud puddle for me. Splashing and stomping were coming from the other mud puddles and I raced to my puddle. I halted at its edge and then flopped into it. The splash was grand and satisfying. I began to stretch and roll in it as the mud began to stick to my freshly cleaned coat. I rolled faster and stomped my hooves in it to make some splashes, waves, and ripples in my puddle of goodness. It had been too long since I had the pleasure of enjoying a messy and grimy mud puddle. I rolled onto my back and raised my legs up in the air. I shook them out and let all of my muscle tension go. I let all of my negativity and frustations go as the mud droplets began to fall onto my face, body, and the ground, off of my legs. Thunder cracked throughout the mighty clouds and shook the earth. The foals and colts screamed and ran from their mud puddles and back to their mothers who were ever so thrilled that their offsprings had disobeyed their commands. The mud that was caked onto my coat began to harden up and formed a cracked shell along my body. Then I tasted it. The first droplets of rain began to fall from the sky. I rolled in happiness as my mud puddle began to become soggy and wet once again. The cool and refreshing mud was worth the long bathing sessions afterwards.

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