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Basics

Name : Cruz
Meaning : Cross
Gender : Stallion
Age : 6 years

Bred to be a : Paint Abaco Barb
Specified as a : Equine

Height : 16.4 Hands
Weight : 3,000 lbs.


Relations

Relation to spirit : Met Spirit in the Lakota Tribe. Cruz lives in the Lokota Tribe, and is possibly the son of rain and another stallion.

Sire : Abaco Barb Stallion
Dam : Rain

Mate : None (May be picky)
Crush : ( -- )
Crushers : (Open)

Siblings : (None that is known of)
Offspring : None

Allies : (Open)
Enemies : (Open)

Deserves : No rank
Loyal to : No herd

Patterns

Coat colour : Darker Chesnut / White
Mane and tail : Mane Darker Brown, White | Tail White.
Eyes : A deep brown
Markings : Look and see, hard to explain. :P

Personal

Personality : Intelligent ; Agressive ; Faithful ; Wise ; Charming ; Confident ; Trusting ; Humble ; Obedient

Likes : Apples ; Respect ; Mares ; Foals ; Prancing ; Being himself ; Wilderness ; Humans
Dislikes : Cavalry ; Snottyness ; and more

Bio

One day in the spring time, a young 'Abaco Barb Paint' was born, he was the youngest of them all next to rain, besides his father he wasn't there to see his birth, yet he didn't really know he had a father. Around an hour he was struggling to stand onto his long legs, and wabble across the field. He had some difficulties, until his mother 'Rain' decided to give him a hand and help him on up. After he was up she gave him a nudge and sent the colt into the field tumbly. "Hmmm, I think I'm gonna name him Cruz" Rain whinnied, slightly before Cruz's ears percked up turning his head towards his mother perhaps seeing that he kinda licked that named.

One year later, he was starting to grow he felt more entergetic, and began to sense that he was becoming an adult but very slowly. He snorted as his short mane was falling onto the right side of his neck, and his forelock. He happened to be prancing around and ended up running into another horse which was a mystery, because he'd never seen him/her before. (The mystery horse can be made, but only with me permission) The Mystery horse, scattered off, but Cruz wasn't able to see the yearling. He grunted before trotting back off sending his head into a lower position but became to head into a slowly spanish prance. He began to live his life for about 2 years more.

When the colt was 3 years of age, he still hadn't seen the mystery horse until one day, he ran into the mystery horse that looked fairly simular, but he didn't mind, because he might've thought that she/he was just passing on through, he walked off his long mane, hanging beneath his neck, but fairly wavy. He whinnied as he was one of the human beings, that had always fed him atleast one or two treats a day or every other day, but is always ate grass or hay. He began to socially grow up beside his mother, until she had left his side, finding another stallion that looked like he was buckskin, and traveled back towards the wilderness together.

At the age of 6 he was devistated that his mother was gone, and that was about all she had left with the buckskin stallion. He began to snort turning his crania to the eqqus in shock, but who was it?

Lines : Lyricthemare {Deviantart} 
Cruz : .Reagan'sReality.