Post by Vash on Jul 21, 2006 13:58:26 GMT -5
Name: Vash
Breed: Quarter-horse/Percheron cross
Gender: Male
Age:4
Appearance(Is this okay?): Dark gray with a really light grey(almost white) face. His mane is dark grey, and his tail is dark grey that fades to blonde about halfway down his tail. Vash is pretty husky, considering his heritage. He has slight feathering on his fetlocks.
Eye Color:Light yellow
Personality: Very quiet and strong. Gives off a big image, but is a sensitive stallion with silent dignity. Vash is very thoughtful, but mostly keeps to himself, as he tends to be a bit anti-social.
History: Came to the Rockies by way of birth. His mother was killed by a mountain lion shortly after sweet Vash was came into the world. His father was close by, however, and luckily was able to save the foal before he was terminated as well. His father raised him from a colt, teaching him to be both brave and strong; to look trepidation in the face and laugh. However, Vash never had that great of a relationship with his father since he was always taking care of the herd. Vash soon took to wandering off by himself...a loner, a renegade. He left his herd in search of a much better destiny, although he knew not yet what that would be. now he roams the Rocky Mountains alone, staying with different herds every once in a while. This stallion never seems to stay put!
Sample Post: A grey form broke from the trees, following the slope a slow jog. His big, round hooves beat upon the soft, wet earth with perfect rhythm, his gait gay and springy. The rains had stopped, allowing him to travel out from under the shelter of the forests and the stallion was happy for that. Even the woods couldn't shield him from the heavily beating raindrops, he felt soaked to the bone. His wet mane and tail tossed here and there, spattering the grasses with precipitation. Eyes of golden hue, the color the moon can seem on some lonely nights, surveyed the short group of rolling hills he had ventured onto. Ah, the joy of the wilderness. Vash was used to traveling, but it seemed that everywhere he went there were new suprises in store for him! He continued on through the rising slope, his pelt drying out in the bright sun, which was now rising in the mid-morning sky.
Special Password:{Toshiba}
Breed: Quarter-horse/Percheron cross
Gender: Male
Age:4
Appearance(Is this okay?): Dark gray with a really light grey(almost white) face. His mane is dark grey, and his tail is dark grey that fades to blonde about halfway down his tail. Vash is pretty husky, considering his heritage. He has slight feathering on his fetlocks.
Eye Color:Light yellow
Personality: Very quiet and strong. Gives off a big image, but is a sensitive stallion with silent dignity. Vash is very thoughtful, but mostly keeps to himself, as he tends to be a bit anti-social.
History: Came to the Rockies by way of birth. His mother was killed by a mountain lion shortly after sweet Vash was came into the world. His father was close by, however, and luckily was able to save the foal before he was terminated as well. His father raised him from a colt, teaching him to be both brave and strong; to look trepidation in the face and laugh. However, Vash never had that great of a relationship with his father since he was always taking care of the herd. Vash soon took to wandering off by himself...a loner, a renegade. He left his herd in search of a much better destiny, although he knew not yet what that would be. now he roams the Rocky Mountains alone, staying with different herds every once in a while. This stallion never seems to stay put!
Sample Post: A grey form broke from the trees, following the slope a slow jog. His big, round hooves beat upon the soft, wet earth with perfect rhythm, his gait gay and springy. The rains had stopped, allowing him to travel out from under the shelter of the forests and the stallion was happy for that. Even the woods couldn't shield him from the heavily beating raindrops, he felt soaked to the bone. His wet mane and tail tossed here and there, spattering the grasses with precipitation. Eyes of golden hue, the color the moon can seem on some lonely nights, surveyed the short group of rolling hills he had ventured onto. Ah, the joy of the wilderness. Vash was used to traveling, but it seemed that everywhere he went there were new suprises in store for him! He continued on through the rising slope, his pelt drying out in the bright sun, which was now rising in the mid-morning sky.
Special Password:{Toshiba}
