Breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly, I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky, I'll... make a wish, take a chance, make a change... and breakaway out of the darkness and into the sun, I won't forget all the ones that I love I gotta... take a risk, take a chance, make a change and breakaway

God, this is the worst choice I've ever made. there's too many horses here. I should have gone to some forest. Breakaway kept herself totally low. she was crawling on the ground, scooching forward on her knees. the tall grasses kept her hidden. she blended in with them. Breakaway lifted her head for the quickest second, scanning the prairie for a rare tree. no, no, no... there! Breakaway made sure that there were no others around before she scrambled to her feet and galloped as fast as she could toward the tree. she got there quickly and lay down, panting. 
none had seen her. Breakaway sighed heavily. she pulled at the sweet grasses and tender roots. they tasted wonderful, and soothed her stomach. the young filly lay flat and low in the grasses. hopefully nobody would come by. 
at this time, Breakaway didn't know about wolves. she only knew of lions and peopards and hyenas and African hunting dogs, until the white men shipped her from Africa to here. luckily, she had escaped. but she had not seen any animals that seemed to be predators to her, so she assumed that all was well. but she had no idea that she could be trampled, injured, or killed and eaten by many animals that lived here...



alias || Breakaway 
genre || filly 
blood || 50% Morgan, 50% Grevy's zebra 
years || 2 years old 
sighted ||
Breakaway is a very... unique filly. she looks like a zebra, but her white stripes are infested with a rusty brown. her mane and tail are all black, no stripes, and she has a forelock. her haunches get darker brown where the white stripes should be, and her legs are striped. her face isn't very striped... it's more like white, with some tiny, thin black strips on it. her muzzle is darker, as are her knees. her chest and belly are white. her ears have small stripes, and the rims are black. she has a horse's tail. she stands about 14 hands tall, and should mature to grow another hand and stand 15 hands. despite her strange looks, she's pretty. 
attitude || Breakaway is extremely shy. she has often been teased about her looks, and she rarely talks to anybody. even with her friends, she doesn't talk much. not that she has many friends. mostly, Breakaway prefers to stand somewhere dark and private where she can't be seen. when confronted, she sort of shrinks down and makes herself look totally innocent so she doesn't get hurt. it has worked every time. maybe if somebody protects her, Breakaway will live up to her name and live like a regular horse.

Breakaway

Zeffar

The Horse and Zebra cross grazed freely. He saw her, and walked over. She looked quite familiar. A zebra. He was half zebra.
Hello.