Post by jinx on Aug 1, 2006 14:32:55 GMT -5
Name:Guide.
Breed:Blue Roan Mustang.
Gender:Stallion.
Age:6.
Pelt Color:Blue Roan, a grey, dappled and shadowed by steel/blue/grey patterns.
Eye Color:Green.
Personality:Guide is young in years, but old in soul and emminates a certain understanding for the energies of the homeland that he himself cannot even explain, he is curious and contemplative, often remaining quiet instead of speaking up. He can be headstrong and thingyy, but only after being emotionally provoked. He yearns to find his greater purpose and values his freedom above all else, he is an excellent listener and a wonderful friend, loyal trustworthy and dedicated. He has an inseperable bond with a brown african hawk eagle, his totem and spirit guide in his journey's and endevours.
History: Guide was born in the homelands, free and high spirited as a colt he was forced out of his herd at 2 years of age, having been too much of a threat to the lead stallion. He had an encounter with an indian shaman who stayed with him for two days and helped him realise his earthly and elemental energies, she placed the mark of the eagle on his left shoulder. Since then he has repressed his headstrong personality and learned to exist in harmony with the lands and the ever changing seasons. His bond with the african hawk eagle defines his piercing energy and power that still runs deep within him.
Sample Post: Guide opened his eyes as the first ray of sunshine fell upon his back, warming his lightly coloured pelt as it grew in intensity, he gently eased up onto his strong yet agile hooves with hardly a shuffle and began to amble slowly toward a small stream in the dip of the valley not fifty feet from where he had bedded down the previous night. As the cool water soothed his throat Guide took a deep breath through his nostrils, taking in the rich smell of the water and its life-giving energies. The valley was quiet today, he thought to himself, and lifted his head, contemplating the search for some company as the droplets of excess water slid down his lips and whiskers and onto the sandy ground below.
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