Post by aftershock on Mar 18, 2007 16:26:14 GMT -5
Name: Phantom's Fire
Age: 3 1/2
Breed: Spanish Mustang
Lineage: Spanish Mustang X Spanish Mustang
Height:15hh
Sex:Stallion
Children:None
Place Of Birth: N/A
Physical Characteristics: Pure White, you can read him through his beautiful eyes, scar down his neck from when he was captured by humans as a yearling.
Personality: Non-trusting, strong, devoted to those he loves and trusts, fierce when needed
History
He was originally taken from the wild when he was a yearling and owned by a girl, Samantha Owens (different game). It was a perfect match, they both respected, trusted, and loved each other. But when deadly typhoid fever took the only one human he trusted and knew, he was lost. Lost without Samantha, he allowed Wayne Smith, a dark, abusive man, (Again, Different game) to take him in. But the Phantom wouldn't be treated so, he no longer trusted humans. He escaped, never to be recaptured by man again. He was free and it was going to be that way. Now he sets out on a journey to find himself, learn to be wild once more, and connect with his instincts.
Sample Post:
Phantom flew across the open terrain. His pace was at top speed, no one could stop him now. He had left the human world in a storm, the last memory he would have would be the astonished look on Wayne's face as he watched Phantom jump and clear the fence to his freedom. Phantom's locks flared from his face, he was enjoying himself for the first time since Samantha left the world. His soul ached for her, but she was gone. His thoughts wandered to her, but it just brought back pain. He called to her, but no answer came back. He was alone and there was nothing he could do about it. He slowly came to a stop. His ears twitched as he listened to the new world around him. No longer did the sound of cattle drift in the air. No longer was he trapped inside of a corral, slowly starving to death. He was free, nothing but pure silence met him, provisions were abundant. A strange sensation drifted through his body, he sensed another presence, the presence of a horse. Memories of his childhood came into his mind. He had never really known the ranch horses, but he had mixed memories of the herd he had long ago been a part of, and of his mother. His voice boomed over the land around him "My name is Phantom. I no longer have hope, all I want is to be free of what I have left behind. Make yourself known or be gone." Phantom hoped his voice did not portray is feelings of fear and anxiety. He reared, daggers slicing the air, showing dominance. For He Was Phantom....
Age: 3 1/2
Breed: Spanish Mustang
Lineage: Spanish Mustang X Spanish Mustang
Height:15hh
Sex:Stallion
Children:None
Place Of Birth: N/A
Physical Characteristics: Pure White, you can read him through his beautiful eyes, scar down his neck from when he was captured by humans as a yearling.
Personality: Non-trusting, strong, devoted to those he loves and trusts, fierce when needed
History
He was originally taken from the wild when he was a yearling and owned by a girl, Samantha Owens (different game). It was a perfect match, they both respected, trusted, and loved each other. But when deadly typhoid fever took the only one human he trusted and knew, he was lost. Lost without Samantha, he allowed Wayne Smith, a dark, abusive man, (Again, Different game) to take him in. But the Phantom wouldn't be treated so, he no longer trusted humans. He escaped, never to be recaptured by man again. He was free and it was going to be that way. Now he sets out on a journey to find himself, learn to be wild once more, and connect with his instincts.
Sample Post:
Phantom flew across the open terrain. His pace was at top speed, no one could stop him now. He had left the human world in a storm, the last memory he would have would be the astonished look on Wayne's face as he watched Phantom jump and clear the fence to his freedom. Phantom's locks flared from his face, he was enjoying himself for the first time since Samantha left the world. His soul ached for her, but she was gone. His thoughts wandered to her, but it just brought back pain. He called to her, but no answer came back. He was alone and there was nothing he could do about it. He slowly came to a stop. His ears twitched as he listened to the new world around him. No longer did the sound of cattle drift in the air. No longer was he trapped inside of a corral, slowly starving to death. He was free, nothing but pure silence met him, provisions were abundant. A strange sensation drifted through his body, he sensed another presence, the presence of a horse. Memories of his childhood came into his mind. He had never really known the ranch horses, but he had mixed memories of the herd he had long ago been a part of, and of his mother. His voice boomed over the land around him "My name is Phantom. I no longer have hope, all I want is to be free of what I have left behind. Make yourself known or be gone." Phantom hoped his voice did not portray is feelings of fear and anxiety. He reared, daggers slicing the air, showing dominance. For He Was Phantom....
