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The stallion in this drawing is Wichahpi, a horse who belonged to the fictional Onatah Tribe in the early 15th century. When British settlers came to the "New World", the Onatah Tribe helped teach these settlers the way of the land, how to farm the native crops, and showed them the native medicinal treatments. However, as the colonists began to get more and more greedy, the Onatah Tribe was attacked. Wichahpi fought hard with his beloved human, a boy named Quick Minnow.

However, the colonists were better prepared. Wichahpi's tribe was slaightered. Nearly all all tribe's inhabitants were killed in the battle, including him and Quick Minnow. Centuries later, Wichahpi rose. He was confused, lost and fearful. Last he remembered was watching Little Minnow get shot off his back. But now,, Little Minnow wasn't in sight. No one was. Not the colonists, not any other member of the Tribe. He wandered back to where the tribe's camp had laid, and was horrified to find instead, a row of suburban houses. He didn't know what these things were, he didn't understand the noises or people around him. Nothing made sense. And no one seemed to see him. Now, Wichahapi's vengeful spirit still wanders the earth looking for Little Minnow and his tribe. He lures away young children and teens, but when he realizes they're not his boy, he pulls them underwater and drowns them, much like a kelpie.

Description
The stallion in this drawing is Wichahpi, a horse who belonged to the fictional Onatah Tribe in the early 15th century. When British settlers came to the "New World", the Onatah Tribe helped teach these settlers the way of the land, how to farm the native crops, and showed them the native medicinal treatments. However, as the colonists began to get more and more greedy, the Onatah Tribe was attacked. Wichahpi fought hard with his beloved human, a boy named Quick Minnow.

However, the colonists were better prepared. Wichahpi's tribe was slaightered. Nearly all all tribe's inhabitants were killed in the battle, including him and Quick Minnow. Centuries later, Wichahpi rose. He was confused, lost and fearful. Last he remembered was watching Little Minnow get shot off his back. But now,, Little Minnow wasn't in sight. No one was. Not the colonists, not any other member of the Tribe. He wandered back to where the tribe's camp had laid, and was horrified to find instead, a row of suburban houses. He didn't know what these things were, he didn't understand the noises or people around him. Nothing made sense. And no one seemed to see him. Now, Wichahapi's vengeful spirit still wanders the earth looking for Little Minnow and his tribe. He lures away young children and teens, but when he realizes they're not his boy, he pulls them underwater and drowns them, much like a kelpie.