Ettie Huang

The palomino horse exhaled shortly as Ettie walked towards him, her boots kicking up the desert sand. Feeding him a celery leaf, Ettie reminisced about their past, chewing on the celery stalk herself. It had been four months since Kansas City, and Sinbad had been with her all the way. Boy, was she grateful for her companion.

Ettie had acquired Sinbad a couple months or so prior to her escape from Kansas City with her newfound crew, the horse being her ride outta that hellhole. Sinbad, a palomino, was quite odd, though. A stallion, he had a long black mane and tail that would constantly knot, giving Ettie a frustrating (yet somehow calming) task on slower riding days. Ettie would sometimes like to braid his tail hair into a long brain, just in an attempt to keep it detangled. It never worked for long, though. Sinbad also had four black boots, hair coming down over his hooves, his hooves much lighter in color. The horseshoes he wore were a "gift," stolen from a passing merchant. Ettie was very thankful for this "gift," as the ones she had had on him before did not fit quite right.

A muscular horse, Sinbad is able to jump better than most horses, but he only gallops at about an average speed. A little short-fused, getting to go fast is a coin flip. Sometimes he’ll cooperate and other times he just stops right in his tracks, refusing to move. In times like this, Ettie usually bribes him with a celery leaf to keep going. His stamina is generally okay, as long as he’s fed regularly. When Ettie first bought him, his ribs poked through his stomach. She is now proud to say that he’s regained his strength, an image of strength and stability.

However, despite his impressive physique, Sinbad cannot make any sounds besides those based off of breathing and such, as his vocal cords were destroyed on his journey from the East Coast to Kansas City, a jarring, pale scar against his throat. Now mute, Sinbad uses a series of snorts and stamps to convey his thoughts to Ettie. For example, when he stomps hard with his right foot, he’s confused, or when he snorts, it means he’s hungry. It took some time for Ettie to learn these patterns, but eventually, the two were able to communicate quite well.