Mazixa

[Mazzira]

Name: Mazixa
Age: 5
Colour: Brown
Eye colour: Pale blue, due to a wide blaze.
Breed: Connemara x Warmblood
Height: 15.1hh
Gender: mare

Personality:
Mazixa unemotional at the same time as loving and hating. It makes little sense, but that is the truth of it. And the reasons for this confusing mindset? If she could remember she would tell you. Though she believes she has no emotions she seems to be quite a sarcastic personality with a love of quips and getting one up on other horses-particularly stallions. Her bias against males doesn't stop there. It's not that she hates them....It's just that she thinks mares are the superior gender and stallions should worship the very ground they walk upon. And she is not afraid to resort to violence to make stallions agree with her. Yet, there is something nagging her mind all the time. Like a dream of a memory or a memory of a dream. It is the ever present image of the summer sun on her dark coat as she stands with a silvery gray colt and she feels...loved and in love. But that is not her. She loves no man and cannot feel love. They said so. They said she had no emotions because she had no heart. And what is that about falling to her death? No, that's no possible. She is not dead.

History:
Mazixa was born as a filly named Mazia to a mare by the name of Zelo and a stallion called Lea. She cannot remember growing up to a yearling with a herd full of mares with their own foals or the name of her first and only love who she met as a yearling. How did she get to be this way? This horse with memories or emotions. That is a story, a rather long one. When she was a yearling she met that handsome silvery gray colt and fell head over heels in love with him. That was when she Mazia. From there she ventured with him, loving the feeling of flying in freedom with a safety net to fall on. But where was her safety net as the very earth gave way beneath her feet as they walked along a mountain path? Where was he to save her as she plummeted away from him, hooves slipping and sliding as she attempted to get her balance on the falling ground? He was standing there, watching his partner of two years disappear in the rocky valley.

And that was how Mazia died. The last thing that filly can remember is seeing her love so far away from her while hearing his call in her ears promising to find her again someday, whether it be in this world or the next. Now, Mazixa. She awoke surrounded by twelve mysterious looking horses. Most of them were stallions, with only one mare watching her with a not so motherly expression. Her wounds -how did she get them?- were dressed and on their way to healing. Now, those horses who had most probably dressed her wounds offered her a place among them. With no memories of a family or a life before that moment she agreed and she was given the name Mazixa. Quickly she became part of the organization of thirteen. She was their youngest member and definitely their least skilled, but she was taught by them until she was equal with them in mental sparring capacities, though not so much physical fighting.

When the little herd was disbanded by the leader himself Mazixa had no where to go, so she wandered in the world without humans searching....searching for what? Her memories? No. Herself? No. What is then she is looking so hard for and why is she so compelled to find it?