Creete

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Name: Creete
Age: 2
Gender: female
Breed: mangalarga marchador x spanish jennet x quarter horse
Height: 14.2 hands
Coat Color: sooty black overo blanket appaloosa
Mane/tail Color: black
Eye Color: brown and blue
Markings: bald face, two stockings
Alignment: light
Personality:

Mute, little Creete is a sweet heart. A bit oblivious to her sisters terror and short temper. Creete has a very short attention span. She didn't get the chance to grow up as a foal and because of this she has a very youthful and energetic feel for life. Creete finds it hard to recognize strangers though it's not so hard for her to recognize danger - thanks to her sisters soft-spoken constant instructions. She finds herself hovering against her sisters side looking to Mae for approval all the time. Even as she's grown she has not developed a sense of rebellion. Why should she, Mae has been nothing but kind and loving to her. Where her sister has trust issues Creete is willing to accept friendships and extend her trust to anyone that will sit still long enough to earn it. As far as Creete is concerned a twenty minute conversation warrants a friendship; not that she can actually, well, converse, of course. Heavily dependent upon her sister for everything from speaking to finding shelter Creete becomes incredibly panic stricken and anxious when they're separated. She does suffer from the occassional panic attack and does have anxiety issues, but who can blame her?

History:

Ah the life of little Creete. From the blood bath she was born into till now Creete's life has been in constant motion. She vaguely remembers her mother urging her to her feet and to nurse before her sister urged her away from their herd. The fighting behind her was too curious a sound for her not to look back. When she did she instantly regretted it. A few hours old and she was already fleeing for her life beside her too-brave sister. Silence enshrouded them as she stumbled along beside her anxious sister, too tired to care that they needed to be afraid and worried about what could happen Creete was grateful when her sister stopped behind the waterfall. Collapsing to the moss-covered cave floor she slept for what must have been days before continuing the journey with her sister. Oblivious to the violent fight that had occurred while they were in hiding. The months that followed were difficult to say the least. Learning too soon to eat solid foods and nursing from the occasional mare that would welcome them for a few moments. Creete grew to e a sickly, thin filly.

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