Horses of the fallen is what they call themselves. Once belonging to a native American tribe they now run without their companions.

A small tribe of Native Americans once rode across the fields of buffalo, calling it their home. They thrived on the land, never having the need to stray from their turf for any reason other than curiosity. The tribe was well known for their skill in the breeding of horses. They often traded their horses for resources with nearby allies. The gorgeous equine came in all colors, and their stamina was exceptional. They had the overall speed of any average horse, but it depended on the horse. Each horse was unique, most resembled that of a modern day quarter horse, appaloosa, or thoroughbred. Some were heavy built while others resembled that of a riding pony. No set conformation was ever given to them.

Everything thing changed when the new people came. Their skin was lighter than that of the tribe. They came and trashed the village stealing resources and horses. The surviving natives had no choice but to flee. The horses were scattered, panic stricken beasts fled in all directions. The tribe was lost, never to band together again.

Months went by, a few horses managed to form small bands, now living off pure instinct. Stallions fought for mares and dignity. Mares stayed loyal to the stallions they followed. The small bands were nothing like herds, they were mostly in groups of 5-7 horses, but numbers wavered. Now the horses live alone without human touch, their only goal is to stay alive and keep the future generations strong.


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