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The dove is a symbol of love and peace. They are a graceful bird,
with long slender necks, smooth feathers and short beaks. Therefore it is no wonder why the mare is named after such a creature.
She was like a queen, lightly gracing the earth with each footstep. She looked like an Arabian, but sure enough it
was Akhal-Teke, though mixed, blood that ran through her veins. (c)
The Akhal-Teke is originated from Turkmenistan but is and was most
popular in Russia. It is like no other breed of horse, and this mare fit it's characteristics perfectly.
Her head
was long and chiseled, with no stripes or stars marring it's elongated features. Her chocolate eyes were large and expressive,
ears swiveling with ear movement and sound. Her long neck is exactly like a doves. (c)
Her chest is narrow, body long and lean. Her skin is thin and covered
by silky hairs of a steel color. Any scars that she might have are hidden by the roaning between gray, white and black that
mix to become a silvery color, with a metallic sheen as is distinctive in Akhal-Tekes.
Her muscles, though well developed,
were too close to the bones to see clearly, though the sun gave the (c)
impression of ripppling muscles.
She had little story to
tell of how she ended up wild. She'd been born into a wild herd and had been won from herd to herd until she'd been passed
to a lone stallion. The mare had stayed with him, dutifully, until he died one winter, leaving her by her lonesome.
Twas
then she became a loner, like so many others become, and had searched for a herd since. (c)
Nay, she wasn't like others who didn't want to return. This dove
only waited until the time, and the herd, was right to rejoin with her fellows members of her breed.
Therefore, when to
her searching nares came a wafting scent of alien equines, she inhaled and whinnied a call of greeting, though it was most
unlike herself to do so. And Dove stood, waiting for a reply.
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