Post by asher on Sept 2, 2006 8:37:33 GMT -5
Name:Renegade
Breed:mustang
Gender:mare
Age:5
Pelt Color:grey, though near white with a fine porcelain sheen
Height:14.3 hands
Eye Color:auburn
Personality: refined, polite, very quick and witty. If on her bad side she will make no effort to hide her distaste. Also not one to obey to a law or circumstance she disagrees with. She lives to see to justice, though this also makes her particularly vulnerable to the unjust laws of life itself.
History:Born a mustang, into a mustang herd. She had once had her mother, a mare as physically svelte and refined as her now daughter is. Renegade had always found that serenity lied within peace and order, that manors were as essential to life as breathing. But Renegade is true to her name. For when she was 3, just coming into her own, her herd’s stallion was defeated by a young and power hungry bachelor. The male’s leadership was more of a rampage as he drew the herd into exhaustion, choosing his word over the lead mare’s and driving them day after day into unknown territory and away from food and water. She watched as he drove out all the males of the herd, some not yet a year old. Renegade saw all this happen, her skin cringed as she struggled against her nature of obedience and order. Unable to stand the cruel dictatorship of her herd, she knew that she must save herself, if they were wise, perhaps the rest of the herd would fallow. It was at night when she finally broke free, outrunning the stallion whom was consumed with menace at her defiance. She beat him, he tired and disappeared into the darkness behind her, and she kept running. It was now time for her to find a new herd, a new homeland. Braking 5 summers and blossoming into the sleek long legged mare she was, it was her chance to make for herself a new beginning
Sample Post:Her face a porcelain mask of serenity as she walked through the brush. Her always upright neck letting her head rise and fall in a gentle bob. Fine grey hooves stepped quietly with almost a calculated precision as clouds dappled grey shadows on her sleek hide. Her long silver tail whipped at the flies that had not yet died with the cold, her catching auburn eyes casting racking gazes over the unfamiliar terrain, silky fluted ears swivelled gracefully atop her well structured head as the sounds she had been listening for all day began to grow nearer. It had been almost 4 days sense she first picked up the scent of the other horses and as she heard the soft whickers in the distance, she added a spring to her step. At last.
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Breed:mustang
Gender:mare
Age:5
Pelt Color:grey, though near white with a fine porcelain sheen
Height:14.3 hands
Eye Color:auburn
Personality: refined, polite, very quick and witty. If on her bad side she will make no effort to hide her distaste. Also not one to obey to a law or circumstance she disagrees with. She lives to see to justice, though this also makes her particularly vulnerable to the unjust laws of life itself.
History:Born a mustang, into a mustang herd. She had once had her mother, a mare as physically svelte and refined as her now daughter is. Renegade had always found that serenity lied within peace and order, that manors were as essential to life as breathing. But Renegade is true to her name. For when she was 3, just coming into her own, her herd’s stallion was defeated by a young and power hungry bachelor. The male’s leadership was more of a rampage as he drew the herd into exhaustion, choosing his word over the lead mare’s and driving them day after day into unknown territory and away from food and water. She watched as he drove out all the males of the herd, some not yet a year old. Renegade saw all this happen, her skin cringed as she struggled against her nature of obedience and order. Unable to stand the cruel dictatorship of her herd, she knew that she must save herself, if they were wise, perhaps the rest of the herd would fallow. It was at night when she finally broke free, outrunning the stallion whom was consumed with menace at her defiance. She beat him, he tired and disappeared into the darkness behind her, and she kept running. It was now time for her to find a new herd, a new homeland. Braking 5 summers and blossoming into the sleek long legged mare she was, it was her chance to make for herself a new beginning
Sample Post:Her face a porcelain mask of serenity as she walked through the brush. Her always upright neck letting her head rise and fall in a gentle bob. Fine grey hooves stepped quietly with almost a calculated precision as clouds dappled grey shadows on her sleek hide. Her long silver tail whipped at the flies that had not yet died with the cold, her catching auburn eyes casting racking gazes over the unfamiliar terrain, silky fluted ears swivelled gracefully atop her well structured head as the sounds she had been listening for all day began to grow nearer. It had been almost 4 days sense she first picked up the scent of the other horses and as she heard the soft whickers in the distance, she added a spring to her step. At last.
Special Password:{Its in the rules!} Toshiba