Post by Pippin on Sept 16, 2007 10:05:24 GMT -5
Name: Allyson (Ally)
Age: 3 years
Species: Horse
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.3
Pelt Color: Blue and White
Eye Color: Black
Mane/Tail Color: Cream White
Hoof Color: White
Markings: Feathers on all four feet
Side: Wild
Personality: She is very quite and thoughtful, never specking before she has thought about all there is to say. She is really nice. She does not take any think for what it seems like, she will dig deep into anything tell she finds what it really is, or who is really behind a mask. She has a good heart. She will lash out if provoked, but has too much self-control to lose her temper easily. She is a loyal friend and, a mortal enemy to have. She has a strong will and is deadly cunning. Her fatal flaw remains that she allows none close enough to hurt, or to love her. She is daring. She has an unbreakable mind and can fend for herself. She seems very aloof all the time. But in spite of all that is very kind and it is hard to fool her, if at all. If you do gain her trust you have a friend tell the end of time, but go back on your word and she will never trust you again. She is loyal and protective. She won't be pushed around no matter how big the other equine might be. She stands for what is right, but can sometimes be withdrawn and standoffish. She is dignified and regal and knows she is something else, and will never allow others to control her. She will fight to the death on whatever the issues may be.
History: There is really nothing grand or horrid about her past. She grew up in a small herd of one stallion and three mares. Her mother had been nothing more than a normal herd member. She had been born into the herd, the only filly out of the three foals. Because of this her father had sort of dotted on her. He had wanted a filly but the other mares had only given his colts. But in spite of her father she did not grow up spoiled. For life was still hard for the small herd. No one is sure why she left, her life had been a better one than most, her father and mother had loved her. The other mares and her half-brothers where kind to her. But she did leave, maybe it was for adventure, her life had been all most too nice for her, she had wanted something more that what she had been given. Maybe it was the draw of the unknown or maybe she hoped to find love. For two years after she left she wondered the lands. No one knows what she did then or where she went or what might have happened to her for she does not talk of it at all. When the time came and she wanted to go back home she could not find them, she still does not know what happened to her old herd, if they just moved on or where killed. She will all ways be searching for them.
Example Post: Allyson lifted her head as she heard a clear call from Loki. She lowered her head again and took in a few more blades of grass before making her way other to the calling brute. She had not any of his other mares yet, so when she saw the other mare with Loki she did not know that mare was new. But it did not really matter to her if the mare had been in the herd longer or was new; they where all a family here. Yes family that was what she longed for. A place to fit in, she had found that place, or she hoped she had, it seemed to going right for her so far. She could only hope for the best.
Hope that was another thing she had found again. For too long she had been lost to things such as hope, love, happiness. Now she was getting her footing back on to the firm ground, she was starting her new life. She had let the mist, in more than one way. In the mist it had been hard to see and you where all ways lost and guessing; but out side in the clear air you could see and knew where you stood and where to go. There was less guessing here for you could for the most part see the answers.
She let a small smile light up her face, it was still a rare thing to see her smile, but she was getting better. The dark path her life had been was coming to an end; a new path was at her feet. But she felt as if she was on a hill and one miss step and she would go falling back down into the dark. She would have to tread this path with care, much care. Else wise all her and Lokis hard work would be for naught. She came to a halt not far from the mare and stallion.
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Age: 3 years
Species: Horse
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.3
Pelt Color: Blue and White
Eye Color: Black
Mane/Tail Color: Cream White
Hoof Color: White
Markings: Feathers on all four feet
Side: Wild
Personality: She is very quite and thoughtful, never specking before she has thought about all there is to say. She is really nice. She does not take any think for what it seems like, she will dig deep into anything tell she finds what it really is, or who is really behind a mask. She has a good heart. She will lash out if provoked, but has too much self-control to lose her temper easily. She is a loyal friend and, a mortal enemy to have. She has a strong will and is deadly cunning. Her fatal flaw remains that she allows none close enough to hurt, or to love her. She is daring. She has an unbreakable mind and can fend for herself. She seems very aloof all the time. But in spite of all that is very kind and it is hard to fool her, if at all. If you do gain her trust you have a friend tell the end of time, but go back on your word and she will never trust you again. She is loyal and protective. She won't be pushed around no matter how big the other equine might be. She stands for what is right, but can sometimes be withdrawn and standoffish. She is dignified and regal and knows she is something else, and will never allow others to control her. She will fight to the death on whatever the issues may be.
History: There is really nothing grand or horrid about her past. She grew up in a small herd of one stallion and three mares. Her mother had been nothing more than a normal herd member. She had been born into the herd, the only filly out of the three foals. Because of this her father had sort of dotted on her. He had wanted a filly but the other mares had only given his colts. But in spite of her father she did not grow up spoiled. For life was still hard for the small herd. No one is sure why she left, her life had been a better one than most, her father and mother had loved her. The other mares and her half-brothers where kind to her. But she did leave, maybe it was for adventure, her life had been all most too nice for her, she had wanted something more that what she had been given. Maybe it was the draw of the unknown or maybe she hoped to find love. For two years after she left she wondered the lands. No one knows what she did then or where she went or what might have happened to her for she does not talk of it at all. When the time came and she wanted to go back home she could not find them, she still does not know what happened to her old herd, if they just moved on or where killed. She will all ways be searching for them.
Example Post: Allyson lifted her head as she heard a clear call from Loki. She lowered her head again and took in a few more blades of grass before making her way other to the calling brute. She had not any of his other mares yet, so when she saw the other mare with Loki she did not know that mare was new. But it did not really matter to her if the mare had been in the herd longer or was new; they where all a family here. Yes family that was what she longed for. A place to fit in, she had found that place, or she hoped she had, it seemed to going right for her so far. She could only hope for the best.
Hope that was another thing she had found again. For too long she had been lost to things such as hope, love, happiness. Now she was getting her footing back on to the firm ground, she was starting her new life. She had let the mist, in more than one way. In the mist it had been hard to see and you where all ways lost and guessing; but out side in the clear air you could see and knew where you stood and where to go. There was less guessing here for you could for the most part see the answers.
She let a small smile light up her face, it was still a rare thing to see her smile, but she was getting better. The dark path her life had been was coming to an end; a new path was at her feet. But she felt as if she was on a hill and one miss step and she would go falling back down into the dark. She would have to tread this path with care, much care. Else wise all her and Lokis hard work would be for naught. She came to a halt not far from the mare and stallion.
Picture:
www.vannercentral.com/images/1243F_1.jpg
www.vannercentral.com/images/1243S_1.jpg
www.vannercentral.com/images/1243J.jpg
www.vannercentral.com/images/1243T_1.jpg
www.vannercentral.com/images/1243K_1.jpg
www.vannercentral.com/images/1243A.jpg
www.vannercentral.com/images/1243L_1.jpg