username: Cowgirlchrista
name: Abhay Apache aka "Apache"
gender: Stallion
halter color: Black with silver plating on the cheek piece
name meaning: Abhay means fearless in Native American, and Apache was a group of Native Americans. So... "Fearless Indian."
personality: Apache is a rather brave and indeed, fearless stallion; not scared of anything or anyone, never refuses to do anything... He's a rather gentle soul who wouldn't hurt a fly ever if he were ordered to. Apache is bound to be trained in many areas, hoping to excel in western. The sooty stud earned his name long before he was even born, tracing it down to his ancestors. His mother was a little black tobiano mare named Lacey, his father a large dun with the name of Taskin. Taskin was basically royalty of the wild on his own. His bloodlines were the best of the best, almost perfect to be exact. But it wasn't his pedigree that made him amazing; it was his personality. Apache inherited a lot of his sire's traits you see: the body, the spirit, the kindness and fire that burned in him eternally, and even the drive to move on and continue in life. Apache would get in many fights as a foal, but not enough to actually hurt him bad. Lacey would usually just let him box his nerves out with the other colts until he would finally learn his lesson... in which case he never really did to be quite honest. As the yearling grew old, Taskin eventually had to let him go, driving him out of the herd. The colt; now a bachelor; moved on, finding mares and growing a collection of his own. Many of his offspring were nothing like him surprisingly, even after many years. When Apache grew to about 5 years, he kept his herd in a small and quiet valley, full of grass and full of life. One quiet summer evening, after the entire herd had finally settled in again, a small rumble rolled over the side of the mountain. Apache lifted his head looking over. It's just thunder. The stallion thought to himself. To his better nature, he never bothered to think of moving the herd. After long piercing screams and thundering hooves all around, Apache had learned that lesson. The stallion turned and ran, his heart staying with the herd which had already been long beyond captured. Behind him, all he heard were 3 sets of hooves, chasing him far and long. The instinct pounded in his head: run, run, run... He eventually gave in from exhaustion, the ropes keeping him from going anywhere else. The two legged... men, as his sire and dam liked to call them, placed him a large circle pen with other studs, many of which he had faced, fought, and won. Apache was eventually turned out into a different corral, alone this time. A various number of other humans surrounded the fence this time though, calling out numbers and screaming names. Where was he to end up this time?