Gris

Details

Name-Gris

Nicknames-Give him one?

Color-Grullo

Age-4yrs(Same as Spirit)

Height- 15.4hh

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Apearance/Description

Description: Gris is a Grullo the color of Rain Clouds, Mountains and rain. He has Fiery eyes, and is a little taller than most horses. He can have a terrifying or welcoming presence depending on how he feels. 

Coat color- Grullo

Mane-Dark grey

Tail-Dark Grey

Hooves-Light Grey

Eyes-Fiery Brown

Markings-Dorsal stripe, and Legs stripes.

Personality: Gris is a herd stallion. He's a great leader, and would do anything to protect those he loves. He's viscous to anything that threatens hius herd, and has a zero tolerance for challengeing stallions.

Likes- Good motherly kind mares, sweet grass, clean water, rain, freedom, eagles, and foals.

Dislikes- Foolish Young bachelors who think they can take him down. Stubborn mares, challengeing stallions, Cougars/Predetors, Humans/twolegs.

Fears-Floods, and loosing his mares and foals/his herd.

Wants/Hopes-To grow a large herd, to have many foals.

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Relationships

Dam-Fuerza (Grey)

Sire-Strider (Black)

Maternal Grandsire- 

Maternal Grandfdam-

Paternal Gransire-Cedar(Grullo)

Paternal Granddam-Black Lead Mare (Black)

Siblings-Spirit(Half), Cenred(Half) Chima(Half)(Open, but only adopted and on his fathers side)

Lead Mare-Aida

Mate/Harem/Mares-Aida, Faith, Morgana(Open)

Foals-Justice, Coyote(Open)

Crush-aida, Faith, Morgana,

Crushers-(Open)

Freinds-Vuelo(An eagle) Coyotes?(More like a nuisance!)

Enemies-All twolegs, Predetars, all bachelors, Other herd stallions,Coyotes(More like a nuisance!)

Spirit Relation; Gris is spirit's half brother, and fights with him as his natural enemy over resources and territory.

History/Bio

~Foal~

I had always fought for my life. Being a wild horse. But not always alone. This is why horses run in herds,...so we don't have to fight alone. We fight for food, we fight for water, we fight for land, and we fight for freedom. When horses fought to be free,..

Fuerza was a distance from the herd.She always was. She never spoke much,only to esperanza and strider. She just wasn't talkitive and liked to be alone. Esperanza neighed out to Fuerza. Fuerza! Fuer,..Za! But she ignored her. Just a few more moments of peace and quiet. She swished her grey tail in annoyance, not from flies. The wind started to blow throught the trees very hard. Drowning out Esperanza. Fuerza thought maybe she'd turn around. But instead she stood. Esperanza would probablly be upset now and moved on to check on something else. Finally after the wind quieted she decided to head back. She stood by Esperanza and Strider. She fell asleep listening to their brething and the wind. Safe.

The next morning it was evident it had rained. Fuerza shook the water off her coat.Wet! Fuerza liked the rain after a hot day or in nicer weather. But not at night. She stood in the sun with everyone else to warm herself. Esperanza snorted.Wet! Fuerza shook her head about and snorted too.Then a black stallion with no markings came up. Walking in that way he did. He nickered. And nuzzled them both.Then quikly checked on everyone else and went back to watching over the whole herd.  That afternoon, Fuerza stood by the river like she usually did. Strider thought the river looked a little high,.but rain just from last night was nothing to worry about. Thats when the sky was suddenly dark,...and the river rose like a wall,..and took Fuerza with it as it went. The flood drenched the herdland. Strider rounded up his masres the best he could,...and Esperanza led them to saftey. But everyone assumed Fuerza was behind since they weren't used to seeing her near them. Strider and Esperanza left the river and assumed her dead,...and suffered for a long time.

WOOSH! ROAR! The torrent and pulling and never ended. The roaring didn't either. Fuerza's mind was full of Dark grey colors and roaring. Eventually she was coughing. And she saw light. Sunset. Wet. She's almost drowned. But she pulled through, wasn't that bad. But she was alone. All alone,..No Strider,..No Esperanza,..Not even the herd.She'd never felt this alone before,even with the herd. She was sad. Noone was coming to find her. For months she survived by herself. Almost a year, with no hope of seeing the herd again. And she knew she was carrying a foal. She had to survive, so it could survive. Eventually dark clouds came again. She was restless all day. Then night came. Rain had been falling, lightneng struck. And Gris was born. She named him Gris, after the grey of the mountains, clouds and rain(And his own Grullo coat)

Gris grew up without any herd. He followed his mother everywhere. She tought him of the impotance of strength, compassion and staying together in a herd. Gris had a difficult life trying ton survive, just him and his mother. He made a promise to himself it wouldn't always be this way. He also learned a love for rain from his mother. Always be glad you have water, you never know when theres a drought and you can starve and die without water!  He always admired the river, and feared it as they lived by it. He saw it pull trees, logs an other living things from upriver to out of sight. He loved his mother and developed a loving nature. But one hot day, after a long time without rain, they had been heading to the river for water. Then darkclouds came again. They were playing in the water. When water stsrted coming fast from upriver. RUN! His mother had told him. Gris ran, afraid. He thought she was behind him. Having run far from the river, just to turn and watch her be swept away,..the water got higher and higher. Mother! - Gris!,........   He thought he heard his name,..but he wasn't sure because of all the water roaring an the rain

Gris struggled on his own. He searched for his mother. After a very long time. He gave up. He decided his mother would have come to find him by now. But he never gave up surviving. One day he was doing pretty well by himself. When he saw a strange brown creature. with big ears. It tried to chase him when he drank from the river. It creeped up on him, but he always spotted it! he couldn't decide if it was trying to get him or not. He figured it was a predetar but young like him. Until one day it bit him. and Gris bit back, and hard! He kicked visciously at the creature. He realized it must be a coyote. He thought of them from then on as a nuisance rather than an enemy. Any foal capable enough outa be able to fight a coyote off on his own, even an adult one! Maybe not any foal but he could. Then he met an eagle who called herself Vuelo. They ran everywhere together. And Vuelo was helpful with much advice. 

~1 yr old~

I had grown some and learned some.But I was nowhere near old enough to be caklled a lone stallion. And help was always good to be had. Vuelo filled a hole like the great gorges of the wilderness left by my mother. It is always good to not have to fight alone.

Gris followed Vuelo up into the tree covered hills. Sometimes he could barely see Vuelo through it's thickness. But he heard her scree. Scree!  It got a little darker in the shade of the trees but Gris was no coward. He followed bravely. They traveled until ther reached a spot where a large rock jutted out of the side of a hill. They went by the overhang, when a silent thing almost landed directly un top of Gris. But Vuelo had swooped down screaming. a cougar screamed. Gris dashed forward and spun around. Hooves flung out visciously. But Vuelo was fighting the danger. A grey cougar was screaming as she ripped and clawed at it's face. She was tearing at his eyes! But then the cougar delivered a swipe with its front paw and claws. knocking Vuelo out of the sky. NO! Gris screamed, a threat,..like a stallion. He could have killed her. He saw her fallen on the ground. Still. Still. He screamed again. He charged the cougar. Though he was only a yealing, the cougar was terified. It could have been that the eagle had just destroyed his one eye, but whatever that cougar saw terrified him. He ran away and was not determined to come back. 

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Theme songs:? The Wreck of theEdmund Fitzgerald comes to mind,...I really like that song!

Cats in the cradle (when he wonders about his father)

Have you ever seen the rain? (When he's with his foals)