Post by Akecheta on Jul 31, 2011 0:11:25 GMT
EQUINE APPLICATION.
name: Akecheta
colour: Bay roan
markings: crooked, disconnected blaze, snip
breed: American Mustang
age: 3 years old
gender: Stallion
height: 15.2 hands high
sire:
N/A
dam:
N/A
siblings:
None
foals:
None
personality:
Akecheta is a passive colt who doesn't want to cause trouble, but often ends up finding it anyway. He has always felt that he is an outsider as far as wild horses go. He doesn't want to be in a bachelor herd, but he wouldn't mind leading his own herd of mares someday. Not that he has any expectations that he'll become a great leader. He respects all other horses he meets and listens to their advice to him, although sometimes he misinterprets what they mean and ends up getting in trouble again. He is not an overly curious horse, being very cautious about what he does, where he wanders, and who he can trust. He is not very confident. Other horses often mock him and bully him, and he often wonders if life would be any better as a tame horse, but he remembers that he is a mustang, and that he is free. As he matures, he becomes less dependant on other horses, learning to fend for himself in the rough country. Despite getting by on his own, Akecheta is not a bitter horse. He is trustworthy and faithful, and he desperately wants to know where he belongs.
history:
Born in the mountainous terrain away from danger of being captured by humans, Akecheta lived in a smaller herd of mountain-bred mustangs. He was an heir to the mountain herd, but he never became the herd's lead stallion. When he was a yearling, some settlers ventured into their homeland, and rounded up the herd to be traded in exchange for supplies. Akecheta narrowly escaped his unfortunate fate of being used as a beast of burden, managing to throw the settlers off of his trail by fleeing into the higher elevations of the mountain, and sneaking back down in the middle of a snowstorm, which helped to cover his tracks. He came across the Lakota camp while he was escaping, and his curious nature, as well as the Indian ponies, ended up getting him captured. He tried to fight the ropes that were holding him, and once turned out into the corral, he kicked up a large cloud of dust as he struggled to find a way out. A few weeks later, he contemplated at least letting the two-leggeds near him, but then the cavalry attacked, and he found himself being dragged forcibly out of the corral by two unnmounted soldiers. He fought once more, tossing his head and striking out with all of his powers, and easily broke away. As they saw him galloping away, a couple of the Indians who were taking care of the colt shouted "Akecheta!" which means Fighter in Sioux, christening the roan colt with a new name. He's been wandering in between the cimarron herd's homeland and the Lakota village since he escaped.
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