creation date; January 26th, 2013.

Name: Timber

Gender: stallion

Age: four years

Breed: mustang

Height: 15 hh

Coat: chestnut with white

Eye: olive green

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Herd Affiliation: none currently

Sire: Cougar's Strike (a pale roan stallion)

Dam: Evening (a slim red bay mare)

Other Kin: -

Love Interest: Gossamer

Foals: none

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Personality: Rambunctious and courageous, Timber is an outgoing and brash fellow. He's very sure of himself, and likes to be the center of attention. As a youngster he was bright and quite cheerful, even when things were gloomy. He liked to make friends and played with anyone that could. He was also a trickster, and loved nothing more than to tease and whinny at some of his herd-mates. He never meant real harm, though, and it was always just simple foal antics. This passion faded as he grew, and Timber became more reserved--especially after he met Gossamer. Romance had never been something he'd really given time to think about, and it confused him. He was still daring and confident, but not as eager to charge into things. He became a bit more solemn, in truth, a bit more mature. He's also always been fascinated with humans, which in turn led him to meeting his mate.

History: Timber was born in the sweet warmth of late spring. Later than some of the other foals, he was sort of a loner from the start. His mother, Evening, was a strong supporter of him, always boosting him up and giving him the best care. As any mother should. Timber grew quickly; he was a sturdy youngster, and after a few months of age he began to join in with the rest of the herd's foals. He became close friends with a colt named Savador, a gangly black-and-white overo foal. 

As Timber aged, he grew bold. Like many young stallions, he enjoyed tough play-fighting and silly teasing of the others. He was fiesty and often got into trouble with his companions. Although he wasn't the ringleader of the group, he was often the most mischevious. Timber 's first glimpse of humans was during one of his many games with his friends, romping on the edges of the woods. It began as a dare, to go past the tree-line and lope into the meadow. Which, being as it was, the Lakota village resided on the same plain. Of course, the herd avoided the area for the most part, although on occasion they met with a horse or two that lived among the Natives. However, none of the young foals had ever gone past the edge of the forest.

Timber accepted the dare easily, and was soon cantering off past the last few trees. He ventured into the meadow, cautiously, ears turning this way and that. His eyes sought the distant teepees, and puzzle, he stared for a moment. The two-legged creatures, with little yapping dogs and even tame horses, all busy about the village. Although he had been told of its existence, the stories could never paint the real image. He was even more shocked to find there was a Lakota human nearby, and oddly enough he was frolicking with a paint mare. Timber goggled at them before his instincts kicked in and he sprang away to the safety of his friends.

He became increasingly intrigued by the two-legged and the horses that lived there. Enough that he spent many hours lurking on the edge of the forest, watching. He pestered his mother with questions about their lifestyle, about the horses who lived in company with humans. She told him little, for she herself didn't understand how her kind could exist in peace with them. But Timber--and often Savador--made the meadow a frequent hideaway.

The first time a village horse approached him, he nearly fled. He was barely a yearling, still with nervous childish fears. It was a stormy grey mare, and she looked to be kind, which in turn made him stay. She spoke with him, and they conversed for a while. Timber quickly got over his initial anxiety and delighted in his chance to learn more. Chumani, the village mare, was patient and bright, and although she was almost two years his elder became a quick friend to him. In turn he was filled in about her way of life. After a while, she introduced him to others of her group, including the ones his age. He made a few friends amongst them, but stayed closest to Chumani, whose relationship was like a second mother or perhaps an older sister.

He grew fast, and knew that he would have to depart eventually--as did the other colts. Getting bored with the ways of the herd, he wandered further and further away, most of the time accompanied by Savador. After a few more weeks, he said his goodbyes to his mother and father, the head stallion, and both he and Savador left. They stuck together as young bachelors to explore the world.

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Owner: none, unbroken

Status: rogue stallion