Name: Imamu- Swahili name meaning "spiritual guide."
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Mustang/ pegasus
Age: 5 years
Height: 15.9 hh
Use: HARPG
Colour: light brown coat with white underparts and a distinctive black stripe. The white patch on rump extends to underneath the tail but no further
Markings: Thomson Gazelle markings
Discipline: wild, halter, in training
Passable traits: 15% will get gazelle markings, 25 % get wings (100% if bred to another winged horse)
Sire/Dame: n/a
Bloodlines: Foundation stallion
Offspring: None yet
For stud/ lease: open for stud

Personality: Calm, quiet, timid and mostly docile, this young stallion is rather easy to get along with once he gains trust in you. Despite his peaceful and caring nature, he is very protective of his small gazelle herd and isn’t afraid to put up one good fight to keep his new found family safe from the harm of hunters and predators. So when push comes to shove he will fight if he must and there is no other way around it.

History: Imamu at a very young age of 2 months was lost and separated from his parents and nomadic herd during a predator attack. Finale after days of futile searching, he began to rejoice as he saw in the distance through tired and teary eyes, his herd. Rushing top speed towards the herd and crying out in joy, he was startled into a stunned silence as his ruckus caused the small streamline elegant head of a creature to rise up from grazing on the grass at its feet. What had at a distance appeared to be his herd was in fact a group of some strange creatures that he had never encountered before. Exhausted, tired and all hope now gone the last of his energy left his body, rubbery legs gave out from under him and he collapsed into the grass a few feet away from the creature whom watched with concern as he toppled to the hard earth. She approached him with the long graceful strides of a Thomson Gazelle, softly and weakly he whispered “Mother?” as he gazed up though a blurry cloud to the form that approached. She having just lost her own young a few days back to illness could not find the heart to telling no. Instead she nuzzled him softly and gently whispered in his ear. “It’s alright. Rest now. I’m here.” Imamu smiled weakly as he spoke softly “Mother I missed you” before falling into a peaceful sleep. As he rested the Gazelle stood watchful over him, adopting him as her own son that day and raising him into the stallion that roams the savanna with the tiny herd today.

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