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My gallery · by **preppy paws** » Thu Sep 11, 2014 8:22 am

Coat: Bay Roan with Grease Spots Minimal Overo Pintaloosa

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My gallery · by **SilverBell90** » Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:08 am

Contents
➡An Animation Finally!
Comanche's Description
➡On the Outside
➡On the Inside
➡Other Facts

➡Trail Art

My gallery · by **SilverBell90** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 2:31 am

My gallery · by **SilverBell90** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 2:31 am

Username: SilverBell90

Full Name: Comanche

Nickname: General or Auger("The big boss," in old Western slang.")

Name Meaning: The only horse to survive the Battle of the Little Bighorn.

Gender: Male

Age: 5 years

Height: 17.2hh

Eye color: Light blue

Coat Color: Bay Roan

Eye Color: Light Brown

Markings:Grease Spots Minimal Overo Pintaloosa

Birth Date: November 17th

Gemstone: Topaz/Citrine

Astronomical Date: Scorpio

My gallery · by **SilverBell90** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 3:06 am

Personality:
Comanche is a "go get it," type of horse. If there is something to be done that he can do, no matter the difficulty, he'll do it. Although he tends to do first and think later, he can make some good decisions like which direction to go on a canyon cliff(Although he almost screwed that up once).

Skills:
He's good at keeping his team mates motivated(In a good or bad way) and can keep running for miles on end. WIth ages of training, his muscles have grown, giving his strength in many different types of terrain. For example, in a rapid river his weight helps him keep balance on the rocks and stay pinned to them until he reaches the other side. This is something a lighter horse couldn't do.

Likes:
»»Sugar where he can get his lips on it.
He has a real sweet tooth when it comes to the sugary stuff. Stealing it out of peoples back pockets or munching on things that have sugar in it like pastries are only a few things he does to the townsfolk he meet during trips.
»»A good race with his team members.
Challenges are a daily activity he enjoys doing. The feeling of winning his mostly his inspiration for competitions, but deep inside, he enjoys getting to know his team mates better this way.
»»Standing in the sun on warm days.
»»Rolling in dusty spots.
It gets all the pesky flies and mites off his back. He also loves the feeling of the stuff on his coat.
»»Teasing the humans, like throwing them off when they try to ride him.
Nothing is funnier than watching those silly humans try to dominate something two times their size.

Dislikes:
»»Tacking up
The way the saddle, straps and buckles slid along his delicate coat irritate him beyond compare. Hitting the road tends to take a lot of before hand planning, several helping hands, and few painstaking hours.
»»Disloyal team mates
Chats behind Comanches back are banned. He doesn't like not knowing what people are talking about, especially if they are plans to humiliate him in some unthinkable way. Those who seem disloyal with be "persuaded" to think again.
»»Being ridden(that's a complete no)
Even if it takes what seems like ages to put tack on Comanche, carriage pulling is the only way you can get around with him.

Fears:
»»He's afraid of not being respected.
Respect and fear are important things in Comanches book. Its the only thing standing between him and the barrel of a gun.(He has a lot of enemies...)
»»Becoming fully tame
Comanche has nightmares often about becoming a proper, soft-hearted, tame horse. *Shiver* Dressage...
»»Afraid of being alone.
Believe it or not, the toughest horse in town is afraid of being alone. Even if its another human or horse he's barely familiar with, it just makes him feel safe to be around another living being.

History:
When I was a young foal with a developing brain, I grew up with my mother, father, brother and the other mares in our herd. I was born wild, and I believe I still have a bit of that spark in me even though my master and his friends always try to get it out. We were on our own for the most part. Not many other herds roamed the part of the plains that we did. It was a pretty desolate and beautiful spot, with the red and sandy canyons rising south of us and the plains stretching north as far as the eye could see. I was the oldest of the other two of three colts in that herd. They seemed to take a liking to me, maybe because I was bigger and more intimidating. *Comanche spaces off for a bit, a twinkle of pride and laughter filled his eyes.* Silly little brats. Anyway, when the heat became unbearable, and all other animals had hidden under rock of hole, we went out looking for water holes to cool down by. All the spots nearby had dried up in this particular drought. We had to go much further to find water that was drinkable, and hadn't turned to mud and dust. We did manage to find a good one after days of surviving on puddles. The sparkling water was so welcoming, we didn't even notice wooden structures not too far away. Some whistles and yells caught our ears as we drank from the cool, refreshing water, but by then it was too late. My family was separated completely, save the mares and the foal who weren't weaned yet.

My life was like the white water rapids of the Grand Canyons after I was split apart. I was passed on like a heirloom to many different types of people. Mean ones, kind ones, young ones, old ones. Some who didn't even bother to feed me and care for me right, and some who where professionals of the horse trade. I'd seen 'em all. A few scars where left from the mean ones, I fattened up a tad from the nice ones, don't even get me started with the beginners. But when I met a human other horses and humans alike called Robin, my life was turned upside down. I was sold to him one particularly dusty afternoon after a gamble went on to see who could stay on my back the longest. I'm pretty sure I gave one of them a concussion. A lot of many was placed on abeat he could stay on my back for a full 15 seconds. The other guys thought it was complete bull, therefore, they accepted his challenge. It was all he had, or most of all theres. As he stepped up to the chute I was in, hopped on top of me, strapped on and gave it a whirl. The purse and my reins where in his hands half an hour later.

He took me back to his place a ways out of town and gave me my own paddock by the ranch house, a stall with my name on it, all the hay and grass I ever wanted, caring master and home i had never had before. This didn't mean I was turning into a softy though! *Pfft* Ridiculous. I was just happy to be in a better place than back behind the bar throwing desperate, gready men over the wall.

My gallery · by **SilverBell90** » Sun Sep 14, 2014 3:08 am

A quote that describes him: "Strength doesn't come from winning, you're struggles build your strength."
Theme Song: "The Strawberry Roan," this song describes him perfectly up to the color.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3BkHtlSYR4

I was hangin' 'round town, just spendin' my time
Out of a job, not earnin' a dime
A feller steps up and he said, "I suppose
You're a bronc fighter from looks of your clothes."
"You figures me right, I'm a good one." I claim
"Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?"
Said "He's got one, a bad one to buck
At throwin' good riders, he's had lots of luck."

I gets all het up and I ask what he pays
To ride this old nag for a couple of days
He offered me ten; I said, "I'm your man,
A bronc never lived that I couldn't span."
He said: "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance"
In his buckboard we hopped and he drives to the ranch
I stayed 'til mornin' and right after chuck
I stepped out to see if this outlaw can buck.

Down in the horse corral standin' alone
Is an old Caballo, a Strawberry Roan
His legs are all spavined, he's got pigeon toes
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
Little pin ears that touched at the tip
A big 44 brand was on his left hip
U-necked and old, with a long, lower jaw
I could see with one eye, he's a regular outlaw.

I gets the blinds on 'im and it sure is a fright
Next comes the saddle and I screws it down tight
Then I steps on 'im and I raises the blinds
Get outta the way boys, he's gonna unwind
He sure is a frog-walker, he heaves a big sigh
He only lacks wings, for to be on the fly
He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is a sun-fishin', son-of-a-gun.

He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He'll turn on a Nickel and give you some change
He hits on all fours and goes up on high
Leaves me a spinnin' up there in the sky
I turns over twice and I comes back to earth
I lights in a cussin' the day of his birth
I know there are ponies that I cannot ride
There's some of them left, they haven't all died.

I'll bet all my money, the man ain't alive
That'll stay with Old Strawberry
When he makes his high dive.

Team Mates:

Whiskey Sunset
.Nickname: Whiskey
.Gender: Mare
.Color/Breed: Seal Brown Friesian Mix
.Picture

Bronco
.Nickname: Buck
.Gender: Male
.Color/Breed: Mutt dog
.Picture

Favorite Animal:

His favorite animal is the Texas Long horned bull. The reason being, most of them act and are as tough as he is. As the old saying goes, birds of a feather stick together.