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Post by & epidemic , on Apr 10, 2009 19:57:43 GMT -5
NAME epidemic
COLOR blue roan
HEIGHT fifteen hands
BREED quarter horse
AGE five years
GENDER mare
ALLIANCE dark
EYES brown
PERSONALITY
Epidemic is your average, run of the mill Dark mare. She likes to have witty, intelligent conversations with horses and loves to have saucey arguments... Mainly because she is good at them. Her tongue is quick and she is quite the mare to talk to if you enjoy sarcastic horses. She is pretty much, in one sentence, a firecracker ready to explode and with all of the comebacks that could be imagined.
While she is a bitter mare most of the times, foals have forever captured her heart. I wouldn't say she has a 'soft spot' for them, because if there is another horse around beside that foal, she will be crude as normal. She just likes to teach them, to make them into what she wants to be in a sence.
SAMPLE
taken from the site freaks like me / / i own frequency, the character used in this post. all rights reserved.
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The roaring sound of the falls was enough to lull anyone into a deep REM sleep; and that's what they did to the malnourished looking wolf bunking out behind the massive curtains of mist and water. The female rose to her feet, stretching out her paws as far apart as all four would go until her muscles seemed to loosen up enough to where she felt like she could walk. The female had a slim, lean figure, one that seemed like it could bolt fast should it want to. Alas, however, at the moment, Frequency was simply sauntering across the cage at a calm, collective pace.
The wolf was currently looking for a way to get out of the cave without getting soaking wet and pounded by the horrible force of the water that was spilling off the edge. Finally, after about ten minutes of searching for the entry way where she came in last night, the she-wolf found her mark. Going horned-head first through the small, just over a foot wide hole, Frequency made her way to the shore by hugging close to the rock. "See, 'Quency? That wasn't hard at all." The wolf talked to herself as if she were having a real coversation... From a distance, anyone could see that when she was alone, she wasn't exactly mentally stable.
The female scanned the area for easy prey... Perched in a tree not too far from the shore was a large falcon, in its talons a still flip-flopping salmon. "Just your luck today, girl." Frequency approached the bird, who was quite thingyy. He mocked her by screeching, daring her to come closer with every step. Frequency lowered her head, beginning forward in a run. As soon as she got within a few feet of the tree, she rose to her hind feet, crashing the large horns down onto the bark. A few pieces shattered, but fear not, dear reader. Frequency had a bit of smarts and had closed her eyes before the impact.
The falcon, now terrified and unsure as to why this thing battering the tree below him wanted his meal so badly, took off, dropping the fish to the ground in his hasty departure. Frequency seized the flippy fish before he could slither his way back to the water, snapping the spine in the process of swallowing it. The wolf ate meals like this often; good, hardy meals that should put meat on the emaciated figure.. Right? Wrong, fellow human! Frequency was that sub-breed of timber wolf which kept the constant, ugly figure of an underfed being.
And so the wolf, after finishing her meal, sprawled out across the muddy grass of the bank, the sun beating down upon the tall standing mane of bristle hair that rose from her neck . |
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Post by Illinois on Apr 10, 2009 19:58:48 GMT -5
accepted. very good. welcome to the site
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Post by Illinois on Apr 11, 2009 21:15:01 GMT -5
*note
you need to choose which cadre your mare is going to belong to. Eg. the danks, the moist etc.
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