“Pistorious”

Name: Pistorious

Nick names: Riot, Pistol (open to his mares/foals)

Age: Depends on use

Gender: Stallion

Herd: Black Water Valley Herd

Rank: Lead Stallion

Lead Mare: Darling

Mares: Creme, Pandora, Greceline, Leaping Doe, Terra(OPEN)

Foals: n/a

Best Friend: reserved

Sire/Dam: unknown

Siblings: one sister (TBA)

Other: none

“Appearances”

Breed: Mustang with Foreign Bloodlines

Height: 16.1 hh

Color: Dunalino with Silver gene

Markings: Splash Paint

Eye Color: Pale Baby Blue

“Personality”

Likes: His homeland. Spring. Spending time with his herd. Playing/teaching the foals. The smell of the morning. Waking up before dawn. Stargazing.

Dislikes: Rogues. The Calvary. Humans in general. Threats to his herd. Storms.

Fears: Losing his herd. Foals/mares getting hurt. Not being able to care for his herd. Guns.

Persona: Bright fellow to be around. Caring. Protective. Loveable. Intelligent. Trustworthy. Loyal. Looks for the good in everything. Great teacher.

"Relations"

Darling: His sugar and spice, and everything nice! Darling is more than he could have ever asked for in a lead mare, mate, and friend. From that day he he first saw her soaking wet to the present moment where ever she may be, he still sees a beautiful, loyal, loving mare. He knows she'll stick with him through thick and thin... which he intends to do himself and even more.

“Biography”

Everything has a Beginning

 Raised just as any other wild colt, at two years of age he was driven out of his home herd. This didn’t bother him too much, except for the loneliness. For a while he wondered about aimlessly, wondering when he’d find a family again. After a whole year of this he met a lost little filly out in the woods. The little flaxen chestnut paint filly was scarred and flighty, but he got her calmed down where he could help her out. Her name ended up being Rain and she had piddled behind when her family were moving on. She had been running through the woods looking for them, but just got turned around.

Pistorious had passed a herd back a bit in the valley, there had been a chestnut mare that seemed to fog his mind when he looked at the little filly. She must be her mother. Pistorious led Rain back through the woods and to her family. When they topped the hill, the herd below was in a ruckus, but when little Rain let out a squeal of excitement, all heads turned their way and the chestnut mare he had seen earlier bolted for them. Pistorious watched as mother and daughter exchanged loving nuzzles, but then drew his attention to a large black paint stallion coming up. Pistorious backed up a bit, but Rain explained things before the stallion could tear into the dunalino colt. After that day Pistorious was welcomed to live in their herd for as long as he liked.

He thought he would have liked to live there for a long time, but then he found out they were Indian horses and that the Indians would come and drive them back to the village at the end of winter. So once more Pistorious set out… this time looking to start his own herd. 

!!!DO NOT COPY, TRACE, OR STEAL!!!