Eight, anyone;

[Hugo]

Hugo had grown secluded from the others, it was almost out of character for her. She's normally just a happy-go-lucky kind of lass, but she has fallen into a strange personality. Perhaps it was the fall of Demian, she hadn't seen the king and worried about him. She hadn't met all the horses in the Valley, and she felt quite lonely. She yearned to go back home with her mother and father. She wanted to go and be a plow horse. it seemed easier than being wild. There was always food and water, no need to worry about safety. And she had love with her then. Now, she felt as if she was just a hollow shell of her old self. Aimlessly, she wandered about the land in search of new faces. At first, her hunt was unsuccessful. No one was around. Snorting, the scottish girl decided to just go and graze. Her weight had been dropping a bit, but her muscles sill ripped underneath her umber hair. Her short black tail flicked away pesky gnats as her neck reached down to grab grass.

Hugo Gentle Allaway

In A Gentle Way, You Can Shake The World - Ghandi