Standing at 16 hands, this magnetic young mare captivates all who set eyes upon her. This mustang has a sturdy build with a deep chest, powerful shoulders, and strong, well-defined limbs. Her neck is elegantly arched, conveying both grace and determination, while her back is short and strong, providing a stable foundation for her movements. The hindquarters of this mustang are particularly notable, with well-developed haunches that lend power and propulsion to her swift gallop.

Hecate's coat, an ethereal dappled silver-gray, like the soft glow of a moonbeam, is a masterpiece of nature's artistry. Her soft dapples are like scattered stardust. Her front two legs have high white stockings that go just above her knees before transitioning into black, while her hind legs are fully cloaked in sleek black. These distinctive markings give her an elegant and statuesque presence. Her bold, bald white blaze stretches across her face, framing her features like a portrait, yet doesn't cover her eyes. Instead, over each eye, the dappled gray fur forms a delicate mask.

But it's her eyes that truly enchant those who meet her gaze. Hecate's eyes appear to mirror the endless frost-kissed landscapes or shimmering icicles hanging from branches like crystalline chandelier. This enchanting mare has a mane and tail that is a river of darkness, cascading down her lithe neck in rich, obsidian strands. In sunlight, her mane and tail absorb the rays, appearing as a sheen of onyx with streaks of silver.

Personality:

| Independent | Curious | Loyal | Adaptable | Sassy | Resilience | Intelligent | Mareish | Earn It | Impatient | Stubborn | Observant | Eager | Outspoken | Fiery | Short-temper | Intense | Honest | Bold | Confident | Can be Unpredictable | Assertive | Driven | Fearless | Cold Mannered | Mind over Heart | Mean Streak | Grudge-Holder | F Around and Find Out | Unimpressed | Skeptic | Testy | Alpha/Boss Mare

History:

In the rugged expanse of the North Dakota Badlands, amidst the sweeping grasslands and dramatic rock formations of Theodore Roosevelt National Park, a herd of wild horses roamed with untamed defiance. In 2018, amidst a thunderstorm that electrified the air and a moon that shone brightly through the chaos, a filly was born to a black paint mare named Magica and a large white stallion called Satellite.

It was as if the storm and the moon themselves had bestowed their blessings upon the newborn foal, imbuing her with a touch of their magic. The park rangers named the filly Hecate, after the powerful Goddess of Magic, the Moon, and the Wilderness. Her name was also a nod to her mother, Magica, whose own spirit seemed to echo the enchantment that surrounded her daughter.

Born into the freedom of the open plains, Hecate was a symbol of the untamed wilderness, her spirit as fierce as the storm she was born in. But one fateful day, the tranquility of her existence was shattered when a group of humans descended upon the land. They came with ropes and corrals, intent on capturing the wild horses that called the Badlands home. In a flurry of dust and chaos, the little gray filly found herself ensnared in their grasp, her freedom stolen away in an instant.

Sold through auctions to the highest bidder, the young mare endured a series of failed attempts to tame her wild heart. Trainer after trainer attempted to break her spirit, but she remained unyielding, her fiery defiance burning bright despite their efforts.

Eventually, Hecate found herself at Tranquility Ranch, a haven for rescued horses. A trainer with a compassionate soul refused to break her spirit, instead choosing to embrace it. Since Hecate is still green herself, she is not for the faint of heart. Anyone who tries to ride her without first gaining her trust or with the intention to break her spirit will find themselves eating dirt or worse. But for those who approach with a good heart and mind, she will bond closely, revealing the depths of her resilient spirit and unwavering loyalty.

In the heart of a rustic countryside lived, Atlas knew the gentle whispers of the wind through the fields better than the laughter of his peers. He'd been raised by his grizzled uncle, his parents a mystery lost to the mists of time. Despite the lack of parental guidance, Atlas possessed a sharp mind, a keen wit, and an insatiable hunger for adventure. His uncle never really cared for the boy, more of burden as he grew. Yet, Atlas never resented his uncle, the man did what he could.

But Atlas' journey was marred by the shadow of his own choices. The thrill of risk led him down paths that strayed far from the straight and narrow. He was never truly a bad kid, just someone who enjoyed flying down the highway on his bike and sometimes running from cops. But, he has never harmed anyone. Soon, his daring escapades caught up with him, and the gates of Juvenile Hall swung open to welcome him into its embrace.

As he was making his peace, he was shoved into a world he thought he'd never interact with. Tranquilty Ranch, a final opportunity to mend his future. He isn't sure what to make of this Ranch just yet. Looking at Atlas, you'd never know he was nervous. Despite living in the country, Atlas preferred motors over animals. He's worked with horses and cattle here and there but isn't fond of riding.

At the end of the day, how hard could it be to ride a horse? It's just like riding a bike, right?