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Post by |Aly[[xx3]]Love| on Sept 5, 2007 15:46:17 GMT -5
Name: Teardrop
Age: 5 moons
Species: Equine
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Vixen
Color: Sorrel
Side: Sacred[[light]]
Personality: Teardrop is a very tough, caring, and sweet horse, but she can be fragile. Her weak spot is when she sees dams and their youngsters living a happy life. Living as a tough, hard horse her strength is incredibly strong, but it can wither at times. Teardrop's passion is making sure that no one she cares about is harmed again. She is a pretty docile mare, but make her mad and she'll be sure to hurt you enough to make you never want to hurt her again.
History: Teardrop was born as an only child with a loving and caring family. A few years passed and now Teardrop was 3 years young. She was so excited to be able to leave the herd and be able to start her new life in just a year. Her dam and sire had gone about, wandering into domestic territory. Sadly, Teardrop had not known of this and her parents had been caught by the demonic humans. Teardrop waited for days for them to come back. Her spirit was high and she knew they would find their way back someday. After a week or so she began to get married and wandered off on her own. A loud whinny emerged from her velvets, the vibrations in her throat tingling. A welcoming whinny answered and Teardrop raced toward the sound. She stopped short when she saw that the whinny had come from a human ranch. Common sense was brought to her head and she turned around going back to her herd. How much she longed to see her parents, but when she was 4 years old she knew she would get revenge on the humans.
Example Post: Teardrop's sorrel coat glistened in the morning sun. The soft breeze picked her red banner up and dropped it slowly letting it fall to her nape. She walked cautiously not aware of her surroundings. This was the first time Teardrop had been in a place like this. So vast and empty. There were few trees and the sky was beginning to get dark. The lone mare wasn't frightened for she was strong and she would give it her all if anything or anyone attacked her. A small, barely burnt yellow bush lay in the distance. Her skull close to the dirt she walked over and her ivories bit into the coarse bush. A few strands fell from her velveteens. She swallowed the piece of grass she had taken and continued to walk. Her fierce black orbs scanned the terrain seeing no life. Am I dreaming or is this real? she wondered. Teardrop decided that since there was no equine life here she might as well soak up the fun. Teardrop broke into a smooth gallop, her muscular hindquarters moving along with her and showing her muscles. Her short, stocky legs lifted off the ground at the same time and landed. The breeze ran through her tangled mane and she whinnied with delight. She had not felt this way for a long time. The feeling was almost as if she was the only horse on the planet. Cheer and joy filled the empty space where her morose state had been. This was the day that changed Teardrop's life forever.
Picture: [[click]]
Age: 5 moons
Species: Equine
Breed: Quarter Horse
Gender: Vixen
Color: Sorrel
Side: Sacred[[light]]
Personality: Teardrop is a very tough, caring, and sweet horse, but she can be fragile. Her weak spot is when she sees dams and their youngsters living a happy life. Living as a tough, hard horse her strength is incredibly strong, but it can wither at times. Teardrop's passion is making sure that no one she cares about is harmed again. She is a pretty docile mare, but make her mad and she'll be sure to hurt you enough to make you never want to hurt her again.
History: Teardrop was born as an only child with a loving and caring family. A few years passed and now Teardrop was 3 years young. She was so excited to be able to leave the herd and be able to start her new life in just a year. Her dam and sire had gone about, wandering into domestic territory. Sadly, Teardrop had not known of this and her parents had been caught by the demonic humans. Teardrop waited for days for them to come back. Her spirit was high and she knew they would find their way back someday. After a week or so she began to get married and wandered off on her own. A loud whinny emerged from her velvets, the vibrations in her throat tingling. A welcoming whinny answered and Teardrop raced toward the sound. She stopped short when she saw that the whinny had come from a human ranch. Common sense was brought to her head and she turned around going back to her herd. How much she longed to see her parents, but when she was 4 years old she knew she would get revenge on the humans.
Example Post: Teardrop's sorrel coat glistened in the morning sun. The soft breeze picked her red banner up and dropped it slowly letting it fall to her nape. She walked cautiously not aware of her surroundings. This was the first time Teardrop had been in a place like this. So vast and empty. There were few trees and the sky was beginning to get dark. The lone mare wasn't frightened for she was strong and she would give it her all if anything or anyone attacked her. A small, barely burnt yellow bush lay in the distance. Her skull close to the dirt she walked over and her ivories bit into the coarse bush. A few strands fell from her velveteens. She swallowed the piece of grass she had taken and continued to walk. Her fierce black orbs scanned the terrain seeing no life. Am I dreaming or is this real? she wondered. Teardrop decided that since there was no equine life here she might as well soak up the fun. Teardrop broke into a smooth gallop, her muscular hindquarters moving along with her and showing her muscles. Her short, stocky legs lifted off the ground at the same time and landed. The breeze ran through her tangled mane and she whinnied with delight. She had not felt this way for a long time. The feeling was almost as if she was the only horse on the planet. Cheer and joy filled the empty space where her morose state had been. This was the day that changed Teardrop's life forever.
Picture: [[click]]
