"Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else."

 

"Fialdo"

 

 

Nickname: Fio

 

Gender: Stallion

Age: Depends when used.

Breed: Italian Bred Mustang

 

Color: Unique Bay Roan

Markings: Varnish Roan/Appaloosa, white snip, white right hind sock

Patterns: Roan, Appaloosa

Eye Color: Pale Yellowish Tan

 

Height: 17.1 hh

Weight: slightly heavy due to mass

 

 

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Sire: Unknown

Dam: Unkown

 

Full Sibling(s): none

Half Sibling(s): none

 

Crush: n/a (have something in mind though)

Crusher: none

 

Mate: n/a

Foals: none.

 

 

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Status: Wild/Half Tame

 

Herd: none as of now

Rank: Boss of himself

 

Birth Place: Italian Valley

Current Place: Lakota Tribe

 

Likes: His feather and paint, the Lakota Tribe, sensible "real" horses, horses with character, sparring, challenges

Dislikes: the Calvary, idiots (lol XD ), stallion's who are too big for their britches, seeing a female cry

Fears: none that he is aware of

 

 

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Relation to Spirit: is a brother figure to Rain

 

 

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Personality: Smart sort of fella who likes to keep his whits about him. He doesn't take non-sense from from any males, but he is slightly leiniant with females. Don't let his tough boy act fool you mares and foals, he has a soft spot for you on the inside, lol!

 

 

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History:

 

Fialdo was raised in Italy up to the age of three. He was one of the long awaited colts that the country had been specialized breeding. They were completing an agreement with the states and soon Fialdo found himself traveling over the ocean. It didn't take him as long as the other colts to find his sea legs, which made him a pretty good sport for the long trip. 

 

When he got to the Americas he was placed on another contraption, a large steam locamotive. His personality fit him with the ability to be a major role model for the other colts, who were mostly scared out of their whits the whole journey. Fialdo was the older brother figure for the frightened bunch, but he wouldn't be able to shelter them long.

 

After the large iron monster haulted for the last time, they were all corraled into a large pen and sorted into twos. Then two by two they were shipped off in different directions. Unfortunately his traveling buddy didn't make it and they ended up burying him along the way. This saddened Fialdo, especially since he had no power to help his partner. So he traveled alone for three days straight when finally his trailer came to a stop. 

 

The men let down the wooden ramp and one went in and untied the colt. The light was bright to Fialdo's eyes and he couldn't see properly for a few moments. The men did a quick check-up on him and then took off his halter and slapped him on the rump, sending him into a sudden bolt. But he didn't go far and looked back as the men shut the trailer and left, the dust in the air the only evidence that they were even there.

 

It didn't take Fialdo long to find a bachelor bunch and he quickly found his rank there, which was mighty high for his age. His brawn and brains to match helped him climb the status ladder. When he turned four he grew tired of living with the bachelor's, even though most of them were pretty close friends by now. He was even the leader of the growing group, but his heart was gaining a wander-lust. 

 

After leaving his home group he eventually met the Lakota's. They longed to have the handsome stud in the tribe's posession, but knew he had a flying spirit within him. So over time they soon won him over. Only certain indians, and at certain times, can ride him. But they hope to gain level headed foals from him, but they didn't know he was the single-mare type....

 

(to be coninued)

 

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