Owner: Starwindrider
Show Name: Himalayan Gale
Barn Name: Gale
Age: 3
Halter color: Eye Color
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Ice Blue
Picture: Interesting Event: Gale has been a spitfire since colt hood, and his spirited and easily excited personality is what attributes him to what he does best: getting into trouble. Gale was born in the higher regions of the Himalayas, to a sturdy mare owned by one of the sherpas living in the area. Due to his warm, furry coat and bright spirit, the cold winds never bothered Gale. When he became a yearling, he began trailing the flocks of mountain goats belonging to the sherpas of the village, merging in with the bleating white forms, following them to the far reaches of the mountains, all the while under the watchful gazes of the shepherds.
Countless times, during these trips, Gale ventured around mountain paths. These habits got him lost almost all the time, luckily he was able to find his way back, thanks to his nose and instinct. But all those escapades never prepared him for the best time of his life...
It was a usual morning, with the shepherds driving the goats and Gale to one of the few grazing spots that had somehow slipped the cold harshness of the climate. As the goats ate peacefully, Gale turned, spotted another mountain path he had yet to traverse, and sprang eagerly upon this promise of new adventure.
This path was just like the rest, but just a bit rockier. It was wider, though, so Gale did not worry much about slipping off the edge. Gale was careful around these areas, but the extra friction provided by his strong hooves decreased his chances of slipping into the chasm below.
Gale spent a good deal of time prancing and trotting along the big path, which eventually led to a wide, flat ledge. Gale gave an excited nicker and quickened his pace. Here, strangely, the sun warmed the rock and nearly melted all the snow, giving the rock a warm feel. It was almost magical. Gale sighed contentedly and lay down on the sun-baked rock. How comfortable this was!
He must have fallen asleep, for he jerked awake at the call of a mountain eagle. He tensed. These big birds, predatory birds, were those the sherpas looked out for. Birds that could snag small kids, young children and even foals. Even foals. Although he was a yearling, Gale was small for his size. Small and very much in danger indeed.
Gale scrambled to stand up on the rock, panic filling him. He cast his gaze skyward to watch for the eagle. But it was already there. Swooping from the skies, bearing down on Gale, eyes cold, beak extended, feathers ruffled, claws glinting menacingly in the light...
Gale let out a frightened whinny, eyes welling with terror. Not now. Not now. He closed his eyes, bracing for impact, the moment claws would rip into his flesh. Oh, the pain.
It never happened. The eagle landed on the ledge, claws clinking against stone, and regarded Gale curiously. Gale opened one eye, then the second. This eagle was young in comparison. Probably a foal in eagle years. Probably young and adventurous like him. Gale, excited, let out a neigh. The eagle cawed in response.
Gale broke into a run, down the path he had come from. With a friendly squawk, the eagle took flight and followed. Gale raced the eagle all the way home, where the other horses, including his mother, stared at him as if he had gone bonkers.
“Mama, look! My Friend! He followed me all the way home!” Gale piped up enthusiastically, rearing up on his hind legs and whinnying a friendly goodbye to the eagle. The eagle circled a few times before dipping and soaring away.
Gale and the small eagle became great buddies after that. Strangely, both of them did not harm each other, or kill the other in the eagle’s case. There was something special about their bond, magical just like the sun-baked ledge on which this fateful friendship began.
whoa, I really wrote that! Hehe :3 just imagine spirit racing the eagle, just in a snowy terrain and it’s a greying horse