Post by Soloro {My Sassy Girl} on Oct 2, 2007 21:56:56 GMT -5
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Name: Piper
Age: 6
Species: Horse
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Color: Sorrel
Side: Light, tame
Personality: Piper is often a shy horse. She mostly keeps to herself, around the other horses at least. Piper enjoys being around her person. She`ll do most anything for them. She is gently around kids. Often high-spirited around the teens and adults who are more experienced and can handle her better.
History: Piper was born wild, to a mare by the name of Rajah, and a stallion named Solo. She grew from the small, leggy filly to a fast, strong young mare. Her mother had been banned from her herd for not breeding with the lead stallion, and Solo, the stallion she did breed with, let her live with him. Solo and Rajah were both taken in for domestic horses when Piper was 4 years old. She continued to be free, and roamed from land to land aimlessly. Now she has ventured onto captive lands, no longer wishing to be free. She`s always been fascinated by the Natives, and now wants to live with them.
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The sorrel mare stepped gingerly over the ground, testing before she lay down the next hoof. She`d been caught in quicksand before due to not paying attention, and had no desire to repeat the unpleasant experience. Her head was high, and her eyes bright. The perfect shaped ears flicked back and forth, taking in all noise around her.
A few orange and brown leaves drifted down from the trees around her, and landed on the ground. In high spirits, she abandoned all caution, and kicked up her heels. It was a fine autumn day, and her blood ran fast through the delicate veins in her fine body.
The large nostrils on the dished face flared, taking in all the smells around her. She was getting close to an Indian camp, she noted. The faint smell of smoke drifted through the forest, and the distant playful cries of children at play rang through the air. Squirrels ran from tree to tree, using various limbs to cross. Their constant chatter was getting on her nerves. They always did that when she was a young flicka, and now, 5 years later, they continued.
With every step the shouts grew louder, and now the village was closer than ever. Taking a deep breath, Piper`s strides grew longer and she broke into a swift and smooth trot. After coming around a bend, she finally saw it. It nearly took her breath away, and she quit watching where she was going. She stumbled, quickly recovered herself, and stopped.
One snort, a flick of the ears and swish of the tail, and she entered the village with head held high.
Name: Piper
Age: 6
Species: Horse
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Color: Sorrel
Side: Light, tame
Personality: Piper is often a shy horse. She mostly keeps to herself, around the other horses at least. Piper enjoys being around her person. She`ll do most anything for them. She is gently around kids. Often high-spirited around the teens and adults who are more experienced and can handle her better.
History: Piper was born wild, to a mare by the name of Rajah, and a stallion named Solo. She grew from the small, leggy filly to a fast, strong young mare. Her mother had been banned from her herd for not breeding with the lead stallion, and Solo, the stallion she did breed with, let her live with him. Solo and Rajah were both taken in for domestic horses when Piper was 4 years old. She continued to be free, and roamed from land to land aimlessly. Now she has ventured onto captive lands, no longer wishing to be free. She`s always been fascinated by the Natives, and now wants to live with them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sorrel mare stepped gingerly over the ground, testing before she lay down the next hoof. She`d been caught in quicksand before due to not paying attention, and had no desire to repeat the unpleasant experience. Her head was high, and her eyes bright. The perfect shaped ears flicked back and forth, taking in all noise around her.
A few orange and brown leaves drifted down from the trees around her, and landed on the ground. In high spirits, she abandoned all caution, and kicked up her heels. It was a fine autumn day, and her blood ran fast through the delicate veins in her fine body.
The large nostrils on the dished face flared, taking in all the smells around her. She was getting close to an Indian camp, she noted. The faint smell of smoke drifted through the forest, and the distant playful cries of children at play rang through the air. Squirrels ran from tree to tree, using various limbs to cross. Their constant chatter was getting on her nerves. They always did that when she was a young flicka, and now, 5 years later, they continued.
With every step the shouts grew louder, and now the village was closer than ever. Taking a deep breath, Piper`s strides grew longer and she broke into a swift and smooth trot. After coming around a bend, she finally saw it. It nearly took her breath away, and she quit watching where she was going. She stumbled, quickly recovered herself, and stopped.
One snort, a flick of the ears and swish of the tail, and she entered the village with head held high.
