Post by tahoe on Aug 31, 2006 8:54:58 GMT -5
Name: Black Bear, (Bear)
Breed: Draft/Northern Nevada mustang cross
Height: 17hh, northern Nevada mustangs are predominantly very large, having been mixed extensivly with Clydesdales and other drafts generations ago
Gender: Stallion
Age: 13
Pelt Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: Quiet, caring, protective, very intelligent, won't suffer a fool gladly, a bit of a baby-sitter as well (big horse, big heart)
History: Has been wild all his life, but lived in close proximity with a ranch for several months as a 2 year old after most of his herd had been rounded up. Returned into the mountains and lived or a short time with a senior stallion before continuing on as a solitary
bachelor for the years sense.
Sample Post: A rumble and moan startled a pair of mourning doves and sent them twittering away. Within the receding forest at the relative base of a mountain, a rather monstrous creature began to awake. A mammoth sized frame nestled on a bed made of dead leaves and spongy lichens began to unfold its long and feathered limbs from beneath the onyx structure. A few bones moaning in protest of the movement, the black stallion ascended to his full 17 hand frame. He was indeed a monster of a mustang, though to say that the term applied to his personality would be a lie. His name was Black Bear, Bear worked too. As he took a moment to stretch and shake the ground debris from his dense black coat, his ears already began searching through the sounds of the new day. It had been at least a year sense he had last ascended the mountain ranges, at least 4 sense he had last done so on this side. He was a veteran of his kind, or getting there at least. On the older side of 13 he had lost some of his youthful luster, but still looked every bit as capable and powerful as the 5 year old he had once been. As his mahogany eyes blinked into the sunny terrain, his velveteen nostrils flared as the wind brought him a scent that he had long been without; horses.
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Breed: Draft/Northern Nevada mustang cross
Height: 17hh, northern Nevada mustangs are predominantly very large, having been mixed extensivly with Clydesdales and other drafts generations ago
Gender: Stallion
Age: 13
Pelt Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: Quiet, caring, protective, very intelligent, won't suffer a fool gladly, a bit of a baby-sitter as well (big horse, big heart)
History: Has been wild all his life, but lived in close proximity with a ranch for several months as a 2 year old after most of his herd had been rounded up. Returned into the mountains and lived or a short time with a senior stallion before continuing on as a solitary
bachelor for the years sense.
Sample Post: A rumble and moan startled a pair of mourning doves and sent them twittering away. Within the receding forest at the relative base of a mountain, a rather monstrous creature began to awake. A mammoth sized frame nestled on a bed made of dead leaves and spongy lichens began to unfold its long and feathered limbs from beneath the onyx structure. A few bones moaning in protest of the movement, the black stallion ascended to his full 17 hand frame. He was indeed a monster of a mustang, though to say that the term applied to his personality would be a lie. His name was Black Bear, Bear worked too. As he took a moment to stretch and shake the ground debris from his dense black coat, his ears already began searching through the sounds of the new day. It had been at least a year sense he had last ascended the mountain ranges, at least 4 sense he had last done so on this side. He was a veteran of his kind, or getting there at least. On the older side of 13 he had lost some of his youthful luster, but still looked every bit as capable and powerful as the 5 year old he had once been. As his mahogany eyes blinked into the sunny terrain, his velveteen nostrils flared as the wind brought him a scent that he had long been without; horses.
Special Password:Toshiba