Post by freeburgfreak on Sept 3, 2006 0:25:52 GMT -5
Name: Graves.
Breed: Paint.
Gender: Colt/young stallion
Age: 2
Height: 14.2
Pelt Color: Overo.
Eye Color: left blue, right brown.
Personality: Crazy but paranoid. He'll do anything he's told not to do and Is a very daring horse. He is fearless and he goes looking for trouble. He also has a lot of troubles in his head.
History: Born into a small herd but was disliked by them because he had a different pelt. He was pushed away by his mum as soon as he started eating grass so Wednesday didn't stick around. Drifting from herd to herd, he never really had any time to muck around and just be a foal. Maturing way too quickly, he had to learn alot in a short space of time.
Sample Post: Graves travelled across the open plains brashly, the skinny colt felt insecure and longed for the security of a dense forest. Shaking his long mane out, he forced himself into a trot. He felt weak and tired, he'd been travelling for days and haden't seen a single equine. Like all horses, he longed to join up with a herd again. He hadn't had much luck with the last herd he'd found. The stallion had threatened to hurt him if he didn't leave, Graves guessed it had something to do with his appearance. That herd was full of bays and browns and blacks, he had way to much white through him - he was a real stand out. So instead, Graves moved on because he didn't want ot risk getting himself hurt.
As darkness devoured the young stallion, he reached a deadened forest. Twisting amoung the trees, he felt very on-edge, as if something was watching him. Nostrils flared and ears pricked, he placed each foot carefully and quietly as he quickly made his way through the morbid-like forest.
Special Password:{Its in the rules!} Toshiba.
[Image coming soon
I gotta draw it first :3]
Breed: Paint.
Gender: Colt/young stallion
Age: 2
Height: 14.2
Pelt Color: Overo.
Eye Color: left blue, right brown.
Personality: Crazy but paranoid. He'll do anything he's told not to do and Is a very daring horse. He is fearless and he goes looking for trouble. He also has a lot of troubles in his head.
History: Born into a small herd but was disliked by them because he had a different pelt. He was pushed away by his mum as soon as he started eating grass so Wednesday didn't stick around. Drifting from herd to herd, he never really had any time to muck around and just be a foal. Maturing way too quickly, he had to learn alot in a short space of time.
Sample Post: Graves travelled across the open plains brashly, the skinny colt felt insecure and longed for the security of a dense forest. Shaking his long mane out, he forced himself into a trot. He felt weak and tired, he'd been travelling for days and haden't seen a single equine. Like all horses, he longed to join up with a herd again. He hadn't had much luck with the last herd he'd found. The stallion had threatened to hurt him if he didn't leave, Graves guessed it had something to do with his appearance. That herd was full of bays and browns and blacks, he had way to much white through him - he was a real stand out. So instead, Graves moved on because he didn't want ot risk getting himself hurt.
As darkness devoured the young stallion, he reached a deadened forest. Twisting amoung the trees, he felt very on-edge, as if something was watching him. Nostrils flared and ears pricked, he placed each foot carefully and quietly as he quickly made his way through the morbid-like forest.
Special Password:{Its in the rules!} Toshiba.
[Image coming soon
I gotta draw it first :3]