Maternal Grandfather of Niya

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General Information

Orientation: Heterosexual
Status: Single
Foal(s): Anise

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Kind - "Don't listen to them. It's just words."
Naby is honestly just a big soft heart. He really hates to see anyone sad, and he has a specific soft spot for mares, due to his upbringing. He doesn't see them as lower specimens at all. In fact he realizes that they are stronger than stallions in order to go through all the stages of birth. He is kind toward everyone though, not just mares. He tends to stick up for the underdogs. Not so much by fighting for them, but by encouraging them and trying to help raise their self esteem.

Rebellious - "Well do you believe in that? Then don't listen to them."
In his mind, rules are for nothing else but breaking. He only ever follows his own rules, which is that there are no rules. He doesn't let anything hold him back. His decisions are based on how others will be effected from them, as well as himself in cases. He has been known to outwardly and very purposefully rebell against rules when he can, just to prove that he doesn't have to follow anyone.

Fearful Respect - "Never anger someone who could kick your a**."
While Naby is rebellious and rarely conforms to rules, there are exceptions. He's not stupid and he knows when he can't win a fight (which with his size is almost allways). If he's up against someone who is bigger or stronger than him, he will not be quite as obstant. It is his respectful fear for those of the Bachelor herd that kept him from sticking up for every mare he saw being wronged or for every colt who was bullied. Instead he kept to the shadows. He certainly did break the rules, but in secret for the most part. Even now he realizes that he has to be careful who he defies and when.

Restless - "I can't live under the rule of someone else. I need to be free."
Ever since he was young Naby has had a deep desire to be free of any rules or restraints. It only got worse and worse as he grew older. Finally a loner he can finally be free, but in a way he's still restless, still not perfectly content even with his long sought-freedom.

Regretfull - "If I could take back one thing..."
Living on his own Naby may have the freedom he wanted, but he's not happy. In fact, he's rather depressed and regretfull. Often times he will sit and think over the decisions he made and wish he could take them back.

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Newborn - "I wasn't made for this life. I'm surprised I even survived."
The small black colt's tiny body shivered, his teeth clacking together. His dam held him close, licking his steaming hot coat, her ears to the side in worry. He'd been like this for several hours, she was worried he wouldn't make it through the night. His scaring hadn't even been all that large. He was just too small and too weak.

Nabali was very ill after his scarring, almost losing his life that night. He clung on though, too stubborn to die it seemed. He was weakened by the fever though, taking a long time to recover, putting him behind the other foals, but as far as his mother found it, he was alive, and that was what mattered.

Foalhood - "It was clear to everyone that I didn't fit in, even when I tried."
"Oh, can I play with you guys?!" Nabali yelled as he ran over to the other colts. "I'm really good at this game."
"At what? Acting like a filly?" The others laughed at the colt's words.
"Well... no." The black appaloosa ears twitched some as he gave a light smile. "No I'm really fast, I could do well. I'll show you if you let me play."
"This isn't a race, freak. This is a raid. It's not just about speed. You have to be strong and powerful too."
"Well... speed is important as well." Nabali assured him, not seeming to be convincing him any."
"Whatever, you can chase any mares that get away..." He snickered some. "That is if any get away from us."

Nabali didn't fit in very well with the colts. The colts his age were far stronger than him and he could never keep up with them. Those who were more equal in his fitness were far too young and his maturity surpassed them, making their games boring for him. He tried his best to find ways that he could play with the colts his age, but often he was just left behind, unable to keep up.

Adolescence - "I was that typical teenager that never listened, but I was slowly getting accepted as part of the herd."
The black colt rolled his eyes as his mentor tried to teach him something... he didn't know what. He wasn't paying any attention. He was busy admiring one of the young fillies from a distance as she grazed.
"Nabali!" His attention was pulled back to the older horse. "Are you listening to a word I say?"
The young horse gave an innocent grin as he shook his head. "Ah... no sir... not really."
The stallion snorted, stomping a hoof as he grabbed his mane and dragged him off to a more secluded place where he could talk to him without him staring at the mares. As they left a few of the colts who had become friends with the rebellious young thing cheered him on as if he were going into some fight... he might as well have been.

Nabali got into lots of trouble as he got older. He was easily distracted during training and didn't conform to the rules too well. He had gotten himself a few friends though and was slowly becoming accepted in the herd now that he had physically caught up to the other colts his age. Things were looking up for the young colt, but he wasn't satisfied yet. He wanted to be free, not stuck under the rules and regulations of the herd.

Adulthood - "Everyone has choices in life. I made the wrong one."
If you want to learn more... you'll just have to wait *evil laughter* and keep your eyes open for gran-gran's stories about herself and Nabali.