Post by beautifuldisaster on May 27, 2009 19:19:20 GMT -5
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Name-Beautiful Disaster[Disaster as a more shortened version]
Age-5
Breed-Quarter Horse
Gender-Mare[Female]
Colour-A Solid Jet Black
Eye Colour-Chocolate Brown
Markings-None
Height-15 hands
Cadre-Dark
Personality-Flighty, hyper, agressive at times. Confusius teaching of "Do unto others as you would like them to do unto you" comes into play with her, she is tender-hearted to any equine kind enough to give her a voice and allow her to speak freely with no fear of rejection.
Role Play Sample-
[glow=black,2,300] The essa took a glance around, taking in everything around her. She pinned her ears, flat against her neck as she saw two young equines frolicking in the bright, flower spewn, meadow below her. They were young, and hadn't a care in the world, she on the other hand had no such freedom.
Her hooves made a soft, hollow sounding beat with each step of her steady walk. She scowled as the two little foals rushed past her, giggling and have a good time.
She galloped past the little meadow, her forlock draping down her long, dark face, her thick mane brushing up against her slender, sleek neck, her tail trailing behind her. Her mind raced and thoughts ran through her head almost as fast as herself.
The sound of her own pounding hooves echoed through her thoughts as she ran. She slowed to a trot as she stumbled upon somthing that probably used to resemble a forest, though now bleak and dark, she some how felt safe. She gave a small sigh [/glow]
Name-Beautiful Disaster[Disaster as a more shortened version]
Age-5
Breed-Quarter Horse
Gender-Mare[Female]
Colour-A Solid Jet Black
Eye Colour-Chocolate Brown
Markings-None
Height-15 hands
Cadre-Dark
Personality-Flighty, hyper, agressive at times. Confusius teaching of "Do unto others as you would like them to do unto you" comes into play with her, she is tender-hearted to any equine kind enough to give her a voice and allow her to speak freely with no fear of rejection.
Role Play Sample-
[glow=black,2,300] The essa took a glance around, taking in everything around her. She pinned her ears, flat against her neck as she saw two young equines frolicking in the bright, flower spewn, meadow below her. They were young, and hadn't a care in the world, she on the other hand had no such freedom.
Her hooves made a soft, hollow sounding beat with each step of her steady walk. She scowled as the two little foals rushed past her, giggling and have a good time.
She galloped past the little meadow, her forlock draping down her long, dark face, her thick mane brushing up against her slender, sleek neck, her tail trailing behind her. Her mind raced and thoughts ran through her head almost as fast as herself.
The sound of her own pounding hooves echoed through her thoughts as she ran. She slowed to a trot as she stumbled upon somthing that probably used to resemble a forest, though now bleak and dark, she some how felt safe. She gave a small sigh [/glow]
