Name: Bonfire

Age: 3 years

Breed: American Mustang x Morgan

Gender: Stallion

family

Father: Grit

Dam: Licorice

Brothers: Anis, Kate, Lou Lou, Merula, Bad time Jr., Shadow, (half-siblings)

Relationship with the Spirit: His parents are valued cavalry horses, his father is the staff of Colonel horse

Family and Friends

T: None yet

Foals: None yet

Home: U.S. Cavalry

Friends: Mystic Arrow, Erica, Anne, Open to horses of the cavalry

Enemies: None yet

Personality:

He is very quiet, does not talk much and prefer to be away from the other horses .. usually rarely smile ... has a desire to be released .. is very easy to make him mad. Nobody knows, but it is tender and kind. Would like to have a girl, but nobody notices it. It is loving someone with a broken heart.

Favorites:

be alone, apples, being with the Colonel

Dislikes:

boring, other soldiers who do not know

History:

Born on a full moon night, the soldiers had made ​​an outdoor dinner, when they were surprised by the sound of the stables, breeding mare, Licorice was to have a foal. It was called Bonfire, for he was born on a campfire dinner.
Growing up healthy and happy, then got to meet her half-sister, Anis, play pens and return to her mother at night to sleep.

When he met his father grew, Grit, sand color a horse. He liked spending time with him, and helped him as aconejaba and understand him.
Came the day when they were going to put the reins, but, despite being a cavalry horse did not like the ride. But he knew that his mother used reins and chairs, try to adapt as best he could.

One day, his father was taken to fight the Indians to war. Bonfire was afraid of losing him forever, but I try to calm down and keep the hope that he would return safe and sound.
Many horses with riders were trained cavalry doors were opened, and the colonel and the other left. This was the last time you saw your father.

In the following days trying to adapt to being a cavalry horse, but I had a strange desire for freedom, discovering that he had beyond the gates of the barracks, sometimes even dreamed that ran freely through the meadows green, but when I woke up was back in his stable, with the thundering noise of trumpets.

One day, the soldiers returned, some very wounded, Bonfire seek to look at his father, but not found, a soldier approached him.

"Sorry buddy ... Grit has died" said sad, everyone knew that Bonfire was fond of his father.

Bonfire was not the same since, I wanted to be alone and let not any closer to the horse, neither let it ride, it became cold and distant. Sometimes it was coming down very aggressive.
It is usually very mysterious, and misses his father.

Now, he need a mate.

(more to come)

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