Post by alu on Dec 30, 2005 16:57:05 GMT -4
C a l l: Slit
F o l l o w: Dark
B r e d: Arabian
B r e a t h i n g: Five Years
C u r s e d:Femme
P a i n t e d: Four white socks, a large white blaze
H u e d:Bronze
P a s t: Very little to tell. Very Average, if you will. Only five years to talk about, much less than most. As all others, she was dropped from a high mare and sired by a dark stud. Both parents of authority, they taught her though lecture and lesson the ways of land and life. She, like all foals usually do, drifted from them both to go on and be a good dam. She'd never foaled before, a let down for her folks, and hasn't ever reached a status higher than omega. Average.
A c t:She's a sweety, real nice, for a dark. She's always had an attitude with elders, and a loathing, yet respectful, look on authority. Passive enogh, she was raised with stern parents, who weren't afraid of giving her a good kick to the rump, and hence taught her to be strong and never fall hard.
T E S T I NG, 1 , 2 , 3: Radiant bronze minx swept past the leagues of trees and leaves, looking out, observing and taking in the many colors, drowning in the beauty of nature. Pistons beat the ground fast, rythmically. Soil flew up in a great many directions and any that might have fallen on the mare was quickly thossed back by the wind. White socks were stained a tad, the ground being so wet after the rainfall and all. Rain was dreadfully lovely. It made everything seem to come clean, giving off the fresh, fragrant scent of wood and life. She bucked, twisting her carcass and landing only to playfully romp off to the side, pretending to chase some unseen foe. Slit reared, lashing out, and tossed her head. Happily, she slowed, then stopped, her sides heaving heavily. She stood, huge hazel orbs scanning the terrain.Nothing. Flame colored banner swept out in the breeze, a gracious wind blowing it. She stood looking dignified, dreambox high and poll arched, delicate head thingyed inquisitively to one side. Locks flew out as well, moving up and down in a rythem much like the ocean's. She flicked her tiara back, and raised herself up, hooves nearly scratching the sky.
F o l l o w: Dark
B r e d: Arabian
B r e a t h i n g: Five Years
C u r s e d:Femme
P a i n t e d: Four white socks, a large white blaze
H u e d:Bronze
P a s t: Very little to tell. Very Average, if you will. Only five years to talk about, much less than most. As all others, she was dropped from a high mare and sired by a dark stud. Both parents of authority, they taught her though lecture and lesson the ways of land and life. She, like all foals usually do, drifted from them both to go on and be a good dam. She'd never foaled before, a let down for her folks, and hasn't ever reached a status higher than omega. Average.
A c t:She's a sweety, real nice, for a dark. She's always had an attitude with elders, and a loathing, yet respectful, look on authority. Passive enogh, she was raised with stern parents, who weren't afraid of giving her a good kick to the rump, and hence taught her to be strong and never fall hard.
T E S T I NG, 1 , 2 , 3: Radiant bronze minx swept past the leagues of trees and leaves, looking out, observing and taking in the many colors, drowning in the beauty of nature. Pistons beat the ground fast, rythmically. Soil flew up in a great many directions and any that might have fallen on the mare was quickly thossed back by the wind. White socks were stained a tad, the ground being so wet after the rainfall and all. Rain was dreadfully lovely. It made everything seem to come clean, giving off the fresh, fragrant scent of wood and life. She bucked, twisting her carcass and landing only to playfully romp off to the side, pretending to chase some unseen foe. Slit reared, lashing out, and tossed her head. Happily, she slowed, then stopped, her sides heaving heavily. She stood, huge hazel orbs scanning the terrain.Nothing. Flame colored banner swept out in the breeze, a gracious wind blowing it. She stood looking dignified, dreambox high and poll arched, delicate head thingyed inquisitively to one side. Locks flew out as well, moving up and down in a rythem much like the ocean's. She flicked her tiara back, and raised herself up, hooves nearly scratching the sky.
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