Post by moka on Jul 16, 2007 22:34:36 GMT -5
Name: Catastrophe
Age: 4 years
Breed: Zorse
Lineage: Thoroughbred x Arabian X Zebra
Height: 15 hh
Sex: Stallion
Children: None
Place Of Birth: A ranch.
Physical Characteristics: His coat is a light chestnut, which changes to a dark brown on his neck, but is marked by black stripes placed randomly on his build. He also has some curious scaring on is flanks.
Personality: He can be rather cocky, but he keeps his wits about him. He is very intelligent, and sometimes quick to act. He is a bit inquisitive, and rather calm, though he does a a fire the burns inside him that'll spark up at random moments. He usually goes with the flow, but every-once in a while he'll just get the impulse to turn against what life has set out for him. Although there are things that even he could not tell you about him, that are hidden just undernieth....
Sample Post: (I've already joined characters but i feel i need to do a sample post.) Catastrophe four-beated his way around the paddock that he called his "summer home" his twin zinniths pricked to the occasional yell of the two legged that took care of him and the other equines at the ranch. His easygoing walk became a scramble to get away as something came flying to-wards him. One of the"mini" two-legged burst out laughing at him, he snorted and three beated his way to the far side of the field. His optics watched as the human femmora ran to get the object, which looked like a ball, and ran back to the gate. Catastrophe trotted his way over to the gate. He had learned that often when the little humans came into his field, they sometimes forgot to latched the gate, which would give him the opportunity to escape his small enclosure and investigate the new things everywhere, but to his dismay the gate was securely locked. Catastrophe snorted and when back to grazing.
The hooting of a night owl alerted the colt then(he was three at the time). Night had fallen, but a strange glow was visible in the nearby barn. Catastrophe pricked his zinniths, and ambled over to the edge of the fence, his head hanging over the top. Then the light flashed up, and the thick scent of smoke littered the air. He let out a scream as the flames grew, and seamed to engulf the part of the barn, most of the other horses were also kept outside, but there were some still left in there... their terrified whinnies taking control of the silence, the humans were running franticly around the yard, but seaming to forget that his pasture was right beside the barn, left him there. Sparks flew at the fence, and the fire took hold of yet another place. Catastrophe galloped wildly away from the flames, but there was no other way out. He screamed in defiance as high pitched sirens sounded, and tried to take hold of the blaze, but it wasn't doing much. He looked wildly about, his optics reflecting the wild blaze. He saw the tiny opening then, the fence had slightly collapsed as the post had burnt away, it had fallen low enough that he should be able to jump it. Catastrophe picked up a gallop and threw himself upward at the base, but a burst of fire blew up around him, burning his flanks. He screamed again, but without one look back he ran blindly on into the night......
(this will explain some of his behavior and the scaring on his flanks and other stuff)
Age: 4 years
Breed: Zorse
Lineage: Thoroughbred x Arabian X Zebra
Height: 15 hh
Sex: Stallion
Children: None
Place Of Birth: A ranch.
Physical Characteristics: His coat is a light chestnut, which changes to a dark brown on his neck, but is marked by black stripes placed randomly on his build. He also has some curious scaring on is flanks.
Personality: He can be rather cocky, but he keeps his wits about him. He is very intelligent, and sometimes quick to act. He is a bit inquisitive, and rather calm, though he does a a fire the burns inside him that'll spark up at random moments. He usually goes with the flow, but every-once in a while he'll just get the impulse to turn against what life has set out for him. Although there are things that even he could not tell you about him, that are hidden just undernieth....
Sample Post: (I've already joined characters but i feel i need to do a sample post.) Catastrophe four-beated his way around the paddock that he called his "summer home" his twin zinniths pricked to the occasional yell of the two legged that took care of him and the other equines at the ranch. His easygoing walk became a scramble to get away as something came flying to-wards him. One of the"mini" two-legged burst out laughing at him, he snorted and three beated his way to the far side of the field. His optics watched as the human femmora ran to get the object, which looked like a ball, and ran back to the gate. Catastrophe trotted his way over to the gate. He had learned that often when the little humans came into his field, they sometimes forgot to latched the gate, which would give him the opportunity to escape his small enclosure and investigate the new things everywhere, but to his dismay the gate was securely locked. Catastrophe snorted and when back to grazing.
The hooting of a night owl alerted the colt then(he was three at the time). Night had fallen, but a strange glow was visible in the nearby barn. Catastrophe pricked his zinniths, and ambled over to the edge of the fence, his head hanging over the top. Then the light flashed up, and the thick scent of smoke littered the air. He let out a scream as the flames grew, and seamed to engulf the part of the barn, most of the other horses were also kept outside, but there were some still left in there... their terrified whinnies taking control of the silence, the humans were running franticly around the yard, but seaming to forget that his pasture was right beside the barn, left him there. Sparks flew at the fence, and the fire took hold of yet another place. Catastrophe galloped wildly away from the flames, but there was no other way out. He screamed in defiance as high pitched sirens sounded, and tried to take hold of the blaze, but it wasn't doing much. He looked wildly about, his optics reflecting the wild blaze. He saw the tiny opening then, the fence had slightly collapsed as the post had burnt away, it had fallen low enough that he should be able to jump it. Catastrophe picked up a gallop and threw himself upward at the base, but a burst of fire blew up around him, burning his flanks. He screamed again, but without one look back he ran blindly on into the night......
(this will explain some of his behavior and the scaring on his flanks and other stuff)
