Katrina

Katrina
Tough as a Hurricane

The mare, all full of spunk and with an attitude, paced her small enclosure. Her dial was being tossed, clearly in a rage. The humans that had brought her here were nothing but measling morsels that would be better in some giant preditors stomach. "LET ME OUT OF THIS PIECE OF JUNK!" she squealed as loudly and shreiky as possible, and feeling as though she would bust her voice box. She didn't care though; not now. Never now. She wanted out of this horrid contraption, to be back in the wild. Despite the fact that she rarely got along with anyone, she enjoyed it much better then being surrouned by all these worthless and flithy two-leggeds. She continued to screech, giving bucks and rears with all her might. She wasn't the strongest mare, but she had noticable bulk around her shoulders and hindlegs.

NAME;
Katrina
GENDER;
Mare
HERITAGE;
Arabian
HOMELAND;
None
LOVER;
None
FOALED;
None