Age: 2-3 Years.
Breed: Mustang.
Personality: Harlen is a more serious stallion than Sherlock. He does like to have fun at times, but he can get in a bit of a mood as well. He enjoys being with Sherlock although he would like it if the Stallion would take things more seriously than as a game.
Relations:
Sire: Unknown.
Dam: Unknown.
Siblings: None.
Other Relatives: -
Rivals: -
Mate: None.
Crusher/s: Rue, Open.
Foals: None.
Herd/Ranch Stats:
Ranch/Village: -
Owner/Rider: -
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Herd: Wanderer.
Rank: Lone Stallion.
History:
History: Harlen was born into a small herd in a valley. His herd was always on the move so Harlen didn't have much chance on meeting new foals or horses or even seeing new things. One afternoon the herd had stopped to drink by a stream. Harlen, seeking his chance to get out and about whilst he could, wandered afar from the herd. He became more curious ans he wandered. Soon enough he bumped into another colt, a seal brown colt. Harlen had fallen over from their bump and was helped up by the other colt. He thanked him as he helped him up with a smile on his face, he was quite happy to finally meet another foal. The other colt seemed surprised to see him as well. The two talked and got to know eachother and before they knew it, they became the best of friends. Harlen now knew the colts name as well, it was Sherlock. The two were mucking about when suddenly, Sherlock's father appeared behind Sherlock. He was surprised Sherlock didn't notice him. Harlen gulped as the stallion seemed to have anger on his side slightly. Sherlock turned around and chuckled nervously with a small grin as his father frowned upon him and advised him to follow. Harlen sighed as he said his goodbyes to Sherlock and watched as he returned into the forest. Harlen soon enough wandered back to his herd, without notice of being gone. (More will come.)
Extra Information:
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Relation to SSOTC: Has seen the eagle, and nearly got caught by the cowboys with Sherlock.
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