Scarlet was born to a mare named Molly and a Stallion named Treacle. She and her brother Rutherford both grew up in an atmosphere of love and unconditional positive regard. This is very much the root of who she is now. Anyhow, in their third year, Scarlet, unfortunately, lost her little brother. The little family was devastated by the sudden loss. Scarlet's mother didn't do anything but sleep for the longest time and her father refused to look anyone in the eye for fear of seeing something of his son and weeping.
For six months this continued, and finally Scarlet was able to get her family up and running again. Still, there was a lingering cloud of sadness over the family, like a sense of foreboding.
Soon Scarlet was ready to go off on her own. Her parents were both loath to give her up after losing a son, but after some assurance that everything would be alright, Scarlet was ready to leave. It was that morning that disaster struck yet again.
Scarlet was getting ready to go on her way when a growl stopped all conversation. three little heads turned towards the sound where a particularly hungry skinwalker stood. Scarlet didn't understand what was happening until her mother shoved her towards the brush. Scarlet didn't even have time to look back for her father.
Scarlet and her mother ran for who knew how long. Molly knew of a small herd of winds who would care for them for a while as they hid. After a while they came to rest at the river. Her mother said that all they had to do was follow this river up and they would be safe. For now, she said, we need to rest. That night they took turns watching as the other slept. It was when the first gray rays of morning light that another snarl made both ears perk. Behind them the skinwlaker, with blood on her muzzle, had found them. Molly turned to Scarlet and quickly kissed her before she pushed her into the river. The current carried Scarlet away, and for the second time she was unable to bid her parent goodbye.
The current took her far beyond her small home, and she soon washed up next to a range of mountains. Sadness hit her like a train. In the span less than a day she'd become an orphan. Weeping soundlessly Scarlet crawled into a small fox hole where she spent a good week.
Soon light foot falls woke her up, and she opened her eyes to a set of bright blue eyes and a smile. She was coaxed out with a bit of sugar, and led up the mountain where she was washed up and fed. She quickly grey to call this place her home.
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