Post by High Jinks on May 29, 2005 13:51:13 GMT -4
Name: High Jinks
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Appaloosa
Height: 16hh
Colour: Chestnut Blanket
History:
When High Jinks was a young colt, 1 years old, he was happy and content with his life. His mum, Shady and his father Everest, had there own herd far in the lands of what is now know as the land of Mystery.
Everything changed from what seemed happy to sadness. The animals soon died and so did the trees and vegetation which scattered the landscape. The magnificant waterfall which drived its way dwon the mountain towards the river has stopped all together. Nothing would survive without the source of life. His mother, Shady disapeared in one night. Her braid, which was tied in her mane, was left on the ground in a muddy puddle. Next to it was the marks of terror. The marks was of a horses body being pulled along the ground. The horse who was of course Shady.
[glow=yellow,2,000]Shady has gone, gone to be broken in by the staggering two legs or if that failed she would be taken to certain death. A place where horses go and nether come back . [/glow]This was the words of his father Everest. Everest the mightiest stallion around, proud and true. One magnificant stallion who had won many fights and losed very few. Soon the herd went missing and so did his strong, trusting father. High Jinks was the only one left. His land he was standing in was now his but how could he take it to be his. There was nothing. It was barren, nothing ever grew here. The only thing he could do was either stay or run away from the place he grew up in and had know his whole life. He sped away with his mothers Braid tied securly in his mane and there it will stay forever...
Herd:
Mate:
Foals:
Sample Post:
High Jinks galloped in, his mane and tail streaming behind him and dancing with the wind. He slowed to a halt and dropped his head. He lifted it back up and scanned the area with his dark, yet soft eyes. He searched for any kind of life but after a while he gave up. High Jinks rested his back right leg so only the tip of the hoof was resting on the ground. The sun was shining down on his chestnut coat making him feel happy, but then again sadness over ran him.
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Appaloosa
Height: 16hh
Colour: Chestnut Blanket
History:
When High Jinks was a young colt, 1 years old, he was happy and content with his life. His mum, Shady and his father Everest, had there own herd far in the lands of what is now know as the land of Mystery.
Everything changed from what seemed happy to sadness. The animals soon died and so did the trees and vegetation which scattered the landscape. The magnificant waterfall which drived its way dwon the mountain towards the river has stopped all together. Nothing would survive without the source of life. His mother, Shady disapeared in one night. Her braid, which was tied in her mane, was left on the ground in a muddy puddle. Next to it was the marks of terror. The marks was of a horses body being pulled along the ground. The horse who was of course Shady.
[glow=yellow,2,000]Shady has gone, gone to be broken in by the staggering two legs or if that failed she would be taken to certain death. A place where horses go and nether come back . [/glow]This was the words of his father Everest. Everest the mightiest stallion around, proud and true. One magnificant stallion who had won many fights and losed very few. Soon the herd went missing and so did his strong, trusting father. High Jinks was the only one left. His land he was standing in was now his but how could he take it to be his. There was nothing. It was barren, nothing ever grew here. The only thing he could do was either stay or run away from the place he grew up in and had know his whole life. He sped away with his mothers Braid tied securly in his mane and there it will stay forever...
Herd:
Mate:
Foals:
Sample Post:
High Jinks galloped in, his mane and tail streaming behind him and dancing with the wind. He slowed to a halt and dropped his head. He lifted it back up and scanned the area with his dark, yet soft eyes. He searched for any kind of life but after a while he gave up. High Jinks rested his back right leg so only the tip of the hoof was resting on the ground. The sun was shining down on his chestnut coat making him feel happy, but then again sadness over ran him.