Nukara ; my own

[Rivre]

Name: Nukara - my own.

Species: Brumby

Gender: Mare

Age: 3

Appearance: Nukara is a very apt little mare. Although her age may be deceiving, her neat appearance and lean fissure all point towards something like that of a beauty. Her hide of white, though impenetrable in the height of winter, and when snow falls, is not easy to conceive from man, nor other brumbies for that matter.
When spring comes and her winter coat is lost, she shines like a fallen star, straying only to graze at night, and at peace with the bush. She is in no way stocky, but she carries the muscle of a wild brumby, and the head of a flighty filly; her hooves solid and evolved for climbing the rocky tors on which she was born.

Personality: A very sweet mare who can befriend almost anyone. Her bubbly personality and yet sharp mind are a lot to stand for, and with so many stallions seeking her; the filly of the sky and stars, her knowledge of the bush and keeping to herself are adequately respected among the bush-creatures. Although for the most part she is wonderful to be around, if an arrogant stallion were to trouble her, heels would quickly fly and stories flung through the night. Deep down she is lonely, and waits for one of her own to walk the shadows with her.

History: For the past year she, Nukara, had roamed the world alone; sticking to the shadows and grazing in the quiet emptiness that was the bush. Tonight, she stood, pale against the rocky outcrops, ivory banner flaring behind her neat frame, the scent of fear and betrayal in the air, waiting for something, someone.
Allowing her mind to wander, her auburn saucers surveyed the grassy flat below, memories of her sire, a great chestnut stallion, drifting to and fro in her minds eye, her dam, named for the pale evening sky, flitting between the mob, forever teaching her the ways of the man and his stock horse. How right she had been, to warn him of the bush's cover, and yet how wrong she had been to lead the herd to higher ground. For she had left not out of choice; her herd, her tame man's herd, were long gone.
Perhaps she had heeded he mothers lessons all-to-well, and had out smarted even the wisest of all the mares she had known? One slip in this world, led to nothing but the lasso of men, and his yards of towering fence, no promise of the forever blowing winds which this high country knew so well, only the saddle and the harsh cold metal bit which rolled over one's tongue, to carry a man upon ones back and not to go ones own way.
Jerking away from the edge she began a steady trot up the shaly rock track, leaping from one slab of promising ground to the next, and yet, the filly of moon and sky, did not look back, not once; to see the ghostly out-line of a horse, galloping the flat as if at her side...

Genes: Ee/Gg
Extra Comments: Her mane is the same colour as her tail but with silver/grey streaks.