Balam

Name: Balam

Nicknames: Bala
 
Age: six years
 
Gender: male
 
Height: one meter with 60
 
Weight: 600 pounds (aprox)
 
Length: one and a half meter
 
Breed: tinker + mustang

Coat: black 
 
Eye color: green
 
Hair color: black
 
Markings: jaguar markings made by the Indians 
 
Scars/injuries: none
 
Deformities: none
 
Home: Wild West herd
 
 
 
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RELATIONSHIPS:
 
Mother: Open
 
Father: Strider

 Mate: open!
 
Crush: Open,

Crushers: Open!

Friends:Tehya, E.T.

Best friend male:

Best friend female: 

Herd: Wild West herd

Rank: rescue team

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 TRAITS/CREDITS:
 
Likes: Indians, Mexico, Helping others 
 
Dislikes: fighting, trouble makers, some stallions
 
Dreams: none his happy like this
 
Fears: none strong of heart like a stone and brave
 
Personality: he is really considerate with every one he is really brave and he learned to don't have fear as the past leader of the cimarron herd.

Bio:
The rain filled my ears and my mane was all wet and dirty my mom was lied down tired of giving me birth I moved close to her trying to make her stand up my dad a black stallion that was almost invisible at the night saw me with joy and happiness I was so concentrated on him that I didn't notice that my mom was already up I searched her for some milk and after "breakfast" we returned to the herd all were so happy to see me a grow ended with the happiness and attacked my mom the herd run away with me on the back after that all called me as Balam.

My childhood was full of joy and games even if my mother wasn't there. my dad found a new lead mare and months later she got pregnant of my brother my grand mother came for a visit that day and lead me to the Lakota tribe I pass there all my next year I had two new friends that were the horses of the chiefs my day of graduation for being a Lakota horse came and they gave me feathers and painted a jaguar pattern on my back putting me agin the name of Balam.

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