Name: The Drinking Gourd

Nicknames: Gourd (Goes by Gourd)

Age: 5 and a half

Breed: Sagebrush Draft x Gypsy Vanner

Pelt: Black blanket

Eyes: Black

Build: Draft

Height: 16.2HH

Markings: two socks

Crush: None (Open)

Crushers: None

Mate: None

Sire: Unknown Sagebrush Draft Stallion 

Dam: Unknown Gypsy Vanner mare

Likes: Being with mares (Like all stallions xD), racing, 

Dislikes: Humans, ropes

Character:

Gourd is a very caring stallion.  He will fight though if needed, he will  never consider himself higher then someone else. He has a bold personality.  He loves to tend to foals,  He is a gentle giant

Relation to Spirit: He was born in the Cimarron herd when Spirit was away and his parents where in charge of the Cimmarron herd.  Once Spirit came back he chased them away

History:

I was born into a bright world.  I looked at my mother who was laying in the grass in pain.  My father stared down at me. He looked at me with love in his eyes.  He looked at my right  cheek I had spots in The Drinking Gourd shape.  "Your markings give you the name The Drinking Gourd" I looked over to my mother then and nuzzled her. I was raised into a happy family.  The rest of the herd hated me for a reason i did not know.  I was the future lead stallion. When i was a yearling my father went to get more mares.  When he was gone a stallion came.  He saw me at the ledge where we stood.  He raced at me head first.  I was used to fighting yearlings and foals not full grown stallions.  I reared and clipped his chin with my hoof.  He charged again and knocked me down.  I lay in pain for i had fallen on a rock.  I stood up and pushed him with my weight.  He stumbled and got back up. I stood there glaring at him. 

"My name is Spirit.  I am the lead stallion, I was stolen.  I return with my lead mare."  The words came out of his mouth.  I glared at him. 

"You are not lead stallion.  My father is! I am the lead stallion in waiting!"  

He glared at me.  

" will fight you father once he returns"

My father came the next day with five beautiful mares.  two paints. one black.  one buckskin. and one liver chestnut.  He saw Spirit and charged at him.   Spirit was knocked down and my father reared at him. Spirit almost broke his leg.  Spirit told him what he told me yesterday.  

"You are not lead stallion! I am! I found this herd! I am the lead stallion!"  The two fought more and my father lost.  We took the mares that he had just got and left.  We walked for hours it seemed.  Once we found a nice place we lived there.  We started up a herd.  Once I was two I left. I wandered far away.  In my travels I saw the mose beautiful mare i had ever seen.  She was as beautiful as My dads mare put together.  She was a bay with a strip.   we talked for a bit and i leared that her name was Poet. 

Images: Me