“HARLEE”

//Name -

Harlee/Harry

//Breed - 

American Quarter>>Mustang>>Paint

//Age - 

5

//Gender - 

Stallion (male)

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MARKINGS || COAT || EYES || LOVLEY UNIQUE STUFF

//Paint/Face Markings - 

Almost a mushroom looking marking but instde of a rounded top he has wing looking markings, on his face. Three socks, mane half white/smokey black. 

//Coat Color -

Cherry Bay Overo Paint Roan

//Eye Color - 

Blue and Brown

//Unique Markings -

His blue eye with a quarter/half of it brown.

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HERD || LOCATION || FAMILY || FRIENDS/ENEMIES || LOVERS/FOALS

//Herd Location/Name/Rank - 

Lakota Tribe

//Location - 

Lakota Tribe

//Family Tree - 

father - Charger//dead

mother - Blue Bells//living 

//Friends/Enemies - 

open, -open-

//Lovers -

-open-

//Mate -

-i'll think about it-

Foals - 

none

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PERSONALITY || RELATION || HISTORY || INTENTIONS 

Personality -

Harlee is one of the sweetest and most dependent horses you will ever meet. When he finds a friend he knows he can trust and who will not leave him, he will be there for them every time. He isn’t big on horses who are obnoxious and outgoing as much as he likes the quieter type. He is rather quiet and he well, likes horses who can almost relate to him. When he falls, he falls hard and that makes him just as more venerable to the world. He keeps himself to himself because he is afraid to be hurt, but if you decide to give him the time and you have something about yourself that he likes, your in.

Relation To Spirit - 

Lives in the Lakota Tribe so he has met the buckskin stallion and his mate.

History - 

Harlee’s story is mostly about losing things you love getting taken away. He was born into a pretty good herd, foals whinnying as they nipped and bit each other, young colts raving over the fillies in the herd, and the lead sweet talking his mares. His father was a brave and outgoing stallion, always around someone and never really shutting up. Harlee found his father to be rather annoying, thus Harlee would sneak off into the forest during the day and night to get some peace and quiet. He had done this for a good while until one little filly decided she was just to curious and she followed him. Little did they know, if she hadn’t Harlee wouldn’t have survived.

Kathryn was the filly’s name that followed him, she liked Harlee in a way that no other filly had liked him before. Of course now Harlee was just getting his big boy muscles so he did look quite good. Anyway, that day Harlee had decided to take a different path and venture into a different part of the woods, it was a sweet little lake with small river trout who lived there. When he had got there, a sent of death and blood reached his nostrils, peaking around he caught sight of a pack of wolves and their kill. There, he knew he was in trouble, turning he ran, right into Kathryn. With this commotion the wolves were alerted and all heck broke lose. Together the two horses managed to ward off a few of the wolves but the pack was too big and hungry, both ran at the same time but in opposite directions. Harlee has still to wonder what happened to his friend who happened to follow him on that day, because the wolves decided to follow her instead of himself.

Only a couple of months later, Harlee found himself with his father yapping away as always. Yet, Harlee still loved his father even though he was a tad annoying. Walking down a path to an open field, they father and son caught an earful of painful whinnies coming from the herd’s direction, to Harlee’s astonishment the pack of wolves had returned. His father fought off as many as he could but he failed at protecting his herd, Harlee only knew to find his mother and save her not much else processed the stallion’s mind as he ran around the scry beasts. At last he found his mother and they were the only ones to escape. With not home and no one left, they traveled.      

Mother and son ventured onto the Lakota Tribe’s land, at first unaware but when a kind foal told them of their location, they knew their journey was coming to an end. Both were welcomed and tamed in an amount of a week, his mother was welcoming with a kind young rider named Nusa. While Harlee was another story, he bucked and reared and wasn’t to happy with someone atop his back, but one indian Tanu won him over.

Intentions - 

I haven't an idea what I want to do with him, but he is handsome so crushers are everyehre. He can get all the friends he needs but don’t expect him to find them himself.