Post by RainDance on Aug 29, 2006 15:49:08 GMT
Name: Rain Dance
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Dark
Breed: Quarab
Colour: Grey (Blue Roan)
Markings: None
Mane/Tail colour: Slate Grey
Height: 15hh
Personality:
Rain Dance is quiet and watchful. She trusts very few, and cares for fewer. She keeps a tight rein on her temper and only looses it when someone she cares for is threatened. She finds most other equines amusing and enjoys watching them. She is extremely protective of those she loves, and cold to anyone she doesn't know.
History:
Her mother was a light mare, enslaved by her father. Her father was a dark stallion that enjoyed causing other equines as much pain as possible. Neither her father, nor her mother approved of her so she had no protection from her half brothers. She was their play thing from the day she was born until she ran from the herd.
Sample post: From Aftermath
An ashen vixen stood atop the cliffs, gazing at the seen before her. A soothing breeze drifted off the sea, filling the air with the smell of salt. The water called to her, lapping gently at the sandy shore, begging her to come and test its temperature. She cocked her hind pillar as she relaxed and gazed over her new home.
As she scanned the beach she saw two equines, the wind swept their voices away, leaving her wondering what they spoke of. The handsome stag she recognized as her new lord, but she was unsure who the maiden was. She stood quietly, with her dial cocked in curiosity, waiting for her new lord to call to her, unsure of what she was supposed to do now that she belonged to the herd.
Picture:
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Dark
Breed: Quarab
Colour: Grey (Blue Roan)
Markings: None
Mane/Tail colour: Slate Grey
Height: 15hh
Personality:
Rain Dance is quiet and watchful. She trusts very few, and cares for fewer. She keeps a tight rein on her temper and only looses it when someone she cares for is threatened. She finds most other equines amusing and enjoys watching them. She is extremely protective of those she loves, and cold to anyone she doesn't know.
History:
Her mother was a light mare, enslaved by her father. Her father was a dark stallion that enjoyed causing other equines as much pain as possible. Neither her father, nor her mother approved of her so she had no protection from her half brothers. She was their play thing from the day she was born until she ran from the herd.
Sample post: From Aftermath
An ashen vixen stood atop the cliffs, gazing at the seen before her. A soothing breeze drifted off the sea, filling the air with the smell of salt. The water called to her, lapping gently at the sandy shore, begging her to come and test its temperature. She cocked her hind pillar as she relaxed and gazed over her new home.
As she scanned the beach she saw two equines, the wind swept their voices away, leaving her wondering what they spoke of. The handsome stag she recognized as her new lord, but she was unsure who the maiden was. She stood quietly, with her dial cocked in curiosity, waiting for her new lord to call to her, unsure of what she was supposed to do now that she belonged to the herd.
Picture: