⇢Name
Pandora
⇢Age
41 moons (3 years and 5 months)

⇢Gender
Mare
⇢Species
Pegasus
⇢Home
A small herd of four other mares and two foals
⇢Appearance
Pandora is a dapple grey Shagya Arabian with a long black mane and tail. She has emerald green eyes that match with the flashy green along the feathers of her black wings.

⇢Personality
Pandora wants to always protect her herd, willing to lure predators away while the lead mare leads the others to saftey. And although she adores her herd, she's secretive and wanders off to be alone. Yearning for an adventure of a life time.
⇢Mate/Past Mates
None
⇢Crush
None
⇢Offspring
None
⇢Backstory
Originally, she was born in a much larger herd but a year later she and her friends had been separated from the herd by a severe storm. It had forced them to take shelter in a cave until it was over, when they came out they couldn't find their herd. The following two years consisted of the five mares learning to work as one. Two of the mares were a year older and had left briefly before returning, about a year later there were two new additions to the small herd.
⇢Other
Pandora is quite gifted in using the stars at night to navigate

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The Herd
Mesa- One of the two older mares, her coat that of a tri-color pinto with wings to match. Mother to Bramble
Fawn- A month younger than Mesa, she is a white and chestnut spotted Appaloosa. Mother to Dawn
Ebony- Pure black mare with dustings of gold within her feathers
Pandora- Information above
Faith- The youngest of the five mares, she is a lighter dun with black tipped wings
Bramble- Dark bay colt with a white blaze and white tipped wings. Son of Mesa
Dawn- Darker palomino filly with white socks and white mane and tail. Daughter to Fawn
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Scenarios
One
On a high cliff plains the small herd rested, allowing the foals a nap while the others grazed contently. The five mares content and relaxed while a cool breeze blew through their manes and tails. Pandora glamced up into the sky at thinking she was someone flying through the air, searching carefully before taking off to find out of someone was nearby.

Two
You still felt girrivle for leaving with your here the night the five fillies disappeared into the storm. And after a year you went out to see if perhaps even one lived, doing so you were separated from the large herd. But you soon came across evidence of a smaller herd bedding down in a clearing, few days later and you come across who you've been searching for.

Three
Make up your own