Post by noeko on Nov 10, 2007 4:11:42 GMT -5
Name:
Noeko
Gender:
mare
Age:
4
Breed(of horse):
thoroughbred
Personality:
Noeko can be very easily angered as she is very tempermental. She will always bite back so shes not the best to pick a fight with. She may apear to be rude and and terrifying but she is very kind hearted. She will pick a fight with anyone that gets in her way evan if they are close friends or family so watch out. Noeko can be moody and stubborn sometimes but its not hard to handle. She is manipulative and feirce and can stick up for herself. She will be loyal when she needs to but not when she wants to
History:
Noeko was born in a remote area seperated from the herd. Her mother was very protective of her but unforutnetly fell to an early grave due to an attack. Noeko's father was killed in a battle between 2 horses. At an early age of 6 months Noeko was left to defend and take care of herself never forgiving what had happened to her parents. She has been a stray most of her life looking for another herd she can join and hope that they will take care of her. She still waits everyday for the time she will have a herd again.
Alliance:
Dark
Looks:
Sample Post:
Normally entering a new area Noeko would take her time and move slow; but in this case she was moving rather fast. Her breath was heavy for contractions were already beginning. She was Noeko queen of Grimauri and was giving birth to the first royal heir. Oh it seemed how these past eleven months passed considerably fast. The wench really didn’t have an attitude change; she was just noticeably tired all the time. She was giving birth around her due date- maybe a few days past. Noeko’s barrel was swollen and vulnerable to anything. One blow could kill the living foal inside her. A bloody screamed was released from her aw telling all to leave her in peace and anyone who dare step forth to bother her would pay later. The Black mare really didn’t look as bad as others; the only bone that showed was her spine; for the weight of the foal was pulling it down. She could fill in a little more around the withers and hip bones that that all had the effect of the foal.
More pains came from her abdominal area as another contraction was making itself know. Noeko halted in what looked like a decent place. She slowly lowered herself to the soft emerald blades; theirs foals first sights would be that of what seemed to be dark lands; Noeko felt the foal move around in her barrel as it positioned itself for freedom. She could feel its tiny daggers kicking at her sides and she wished this was over already. Impatience began to come over Noeko as she now stood up and turned in tight circles. Contractions were becoming less than a minute apart and now a heavy layer of sweat. Her breathing became harder and she began to grunt now. Noeko lowered herself to the Earth again and this time lay flat. Dial lying softly on the emerald blades as she began to push.
After minutes of pushing and the different kind of pain that she had'nt felt before, the slick body slid from the womb, a wet and tangled mass of legs and cord. It was a large foal and one that gave Noeko difficulty. Both dam and foal lay motionless in the emerald blades as Noeko’s hue was covered in sweat and nothing else. Oh how thankful she was that it was now over and she had given birth to a new life. Noeko took a deep sigh before rising to her feet; weak and dial was held low. She turned towards the foal and immediately saw that it had Samual’s coloring and both of their size. A colt… a prince. A beautiful little stallion spread in the flattened grass before her, pelt was stained of white and black. She set to work cleaning him off, grooming the small face. The colt barely moved as he just rested there. Worry began to take over Noeko but she waited knowing it would take longer.
Waiting a while Noeko then decided it was time for the colt to rise. She moved closer and nudged her mug under his small bodice. She slowly lifted her dial; pushing the foal as she went along. Long limbs went in every which direction and then he put the underneath himself and slowly rose. Noeko kept her mug there; supporting the foal. When she thought it was time she removed her maw and he stood before her… alone. That is it. Her voice showed tiredness but the colt wouldn’t know that. She then spoke again; this time her voice more powerful as she announced him Murder prince of Grimauri
Noeko
Gender:
mare
Age:
4
Breed(of horse):
thoroughbred
Personality:
Noeko can be very easily angered as she is very tempermental. She will always bite back so shes not the best to pick a fight with. She may apear to be rude and and terrifying but she is very kind hearted. She will pick a fight with anyone that gets in her way evan if they are close friends or family so watch out. Noeko can be moody and stubborn sometimes but its not hard to handle. She is manipulative and feirce and can stick up for herself. She will be loyal when she needs to but not when she wants to
History:
Noeko was born in a remote area seperated from the herd. Her mother was very protective of her but unforutnetly fell to an early grave due to an attack. Noeko's father was killed in a battle between 2 horses. At an early age of 6 months Noeko was left to defend and take care of herself never forgiving what had happened to her parents. She has been a stray most of her life looking for another herd she can join and hope that they will take care of her. She still waits everyday for the time she will have a herd again.
Alliance:
Dark
Looks:
Sample Post:
Normally entering a new area Noeko would take her time and move slow; but in this case she was moving rather fast. Her breath was heavy for contractions were already beginning. She was Noeko queen of Grimauri and was giving birth to the first royal heir. Oh it seemed how these past eleven months passed considerably fast. The wench really didn’t have an attitude change; she was just noticeably tired all the time. She was giving birth around her due date- maybe a few days past. Noeko’s barrel was swollen and vulnerable to anything. One blow could kill the living foal inside her. A bloody screamed was released from her aw telling all to leave her in peace and anyone who dare step forth to bother her would pay later. The Black mare really didn’t look as bad as others; the only bone that showed was her spine; for the weight of the foal was pulling it down. She could fill in a little more around the withers and hip bones that that all had the effect of the foal.
More pains came from her abdominal area as another contraction was making itself know. Noeko halted in what looked like a decent place. She slowly lowered herself to the soft emerald blades; theirs foals first sights would be that of what seemed to be dark lands; Noeko felt the foal move around in her barrel as it positioned itself for freedom. She could feel its tiny daggers kicking at her sides and she wished this was over already. Impatience began to come over Noeko as she now stood up and turned in tight circles. Contractions were becoming less than a minute apart and now a heavy layer of sweat. Her breathing became harder and she began to grunt now. Noeko lowered herself to the Earth again and this time lay flat. Dial lying softly on the emerald blades as she began to push.
After minutes of pushing and the different kind of pain that she had'nt felt before, the slick body slid from the womb, a wet and tangled mass of legs and cord. It was a large foal and one that gave Noeko difficulty. Both dam and foal lay motionless in the emerald blades as Noeko’s hue was covered in sweat and nothing else. Oh how thankful she was that it was now over and she had given birth to a new life. Noeko took a deep sigh before rising to her feet; weak and dial was held low. She turned towards the foal and immediately saw that it had Samual’s coloring and both of their size. A colt… a prince. A beautiful little stallion spread in the flattened grass before her, pelt was stained of white and black. She set to work cleaning him off, grooming the small face. The colt barely moved as he just rested there. Worry began to take over Noeko but she waited knowing it would take longer.
Waiting a while Noeko then decided it was time for the colt to rise. She moved closer and nudged her mug under his small bodice. She slowly lifted her dial; pushing the foal as she went along. Long limbs went in every which direction and then he put the underneath himself and slowly rose. Noeko kept her mug there; supporting the foal. When she thought it was time she removed her maw and he stood before her… alone. That is it. Her voice showed tiredness but the colt wouldn’t know that. She then spoke again; this time her voice more powerful as she announced him Murder prince of Grimauri
