Post by mustang4 on Jul 9, 2007 1:48:53 GMT -5
Name: Hasienda (Ha-c-end-a)or Sienda for short.
Age:7
Breed:Mustang, possible QH mix
Lineage: She is just an offspring from a lead stallion and one of his mares in his herd. Sire: Shurt; Mustang cross QH(1/4)
Dam: Dianda; Mustang
Height:15 hh
Sex:Mare
Children:none here
Place Of Birth: Red Rock Canyon. (Desert type)
Physical Characteristics: Seal Bay, with a star and snip. Snip starts at the upper lip all the way across, but rises up like flames. It is seen clearly in the winter, faintly in the summer. Scars along her back, sides, and flank from being a lower ranked horse. Thick, hard hooves, a mustang trait. She has a sturdy structure, with strong muscles. Her forelock flows past her eyes. Like the mane, its long and wavy. Tail is long about 6 in from the ground. It too is wavy, but slightly matted from the life on the range.
Personality: She keeps to herself most of the time, but likes to have at least one other for company. She obeys her leader, but shows those at a lower rank, that she isn't lower then themselves.
Sample post:
Dune watched as he bolted from his rear. She thought he would run after her, but that wasn't the case. She let him run off, she didn't care for him, he found her and now left her. Though she kept watch from the corner of her eye. When he skidded to a stop, she continued forward, thinking maybe he was just about to come toward her. Once she realized that wasn't the case, she too skid to a stop. Snow kicked up from her digging hind legs. It hit her belly and cooled it quickly. It took some seconds to fully stop with the snow, but ti was accomplished. She gazed toward his as he seemed to be grazing. "Fool" She spoke, knowing he was too far off in the distance to hear her. She bet he wanted her to go to him. She wouldn't, she would just roam again. She went up in a harsh rear, thrashing her legs about. She would play his game for only so long. She landed the urged her frame into an easy trot, towards him. Once she was halfway there, she moved into a canter. Though only for a few feet. She stopped suddenly, auds flattened, orbs rolling white. Before she was at a complete stop she propelled her self to the left, she returned to a trot, fixing her skull to get a quick glance at him as she flicked her tail in victory. A smile formed along her maw. She lifted her self in a victorious rear then cantered off, never returning her look at him. Sure, she probably would never see him again, she planned on messing with these studs. Roaming the claiming lands to veer the stallions to her, just for her to send them off. Though with breeding season at its midpoint and her following its course, it would be extra fun, she has never been receptive to them. Most likely never will.
Age:7
Breed:Mustang, possible QH mix
Lineage: She is just an offspring from a lead stallion and one of his mares in his herd. Sire: Shurt; Mustang cross QH(1/4)
Dam: Dianda; Mustang
Height:15 hh
Sex:Mare
Children:none here
Place Of Birth: Red Rock Canyon. (Desert type)
Physical Characteristics: Seal Bay, with a star and snip. Snip starts at the upper lip all the way across, but rises up like flames. It is seen clearly in the winter, faintly in the summer. Scars along her back, sides, and flank from being a lower ranked horse. Thick, hard hooves, a mustang trait. She has a sturdy structure, with strong muscles. Her forelock flows past her eyes. Like the mane, its long and wavy. Tail is long about 6 in from the ground. It too is wavy, but slightly matted from the life on the range.
Personality: She keeps to herself most of the time, but likes to have at least one other for company. She obeys her leader, but shows those at a lower rank, that she isn't lower then themselves.
Sample post:
Dune watched as he bolted from his rear. She thought he would run after her, but that wasn't the case. She let him run off, she didn't care for him, he found her and now left her. Though she kept watch from the corner of her eye. When he skidded to a stop, she continued forward, thinking maybe he was just about to come toward her. Once she realized that wasn't the case, she too skid to a stop. Snow kicked up from her digging hind legs. It hit her belly and cooled it quickly. It took some seconds to fully stop with the snow, but ti was accomplished. She gazed toward his as he seemed to be grazing. "Fool" She spoke, knowing he was too far off in the distance to hear her. She bet he wanted her to go to him. She wouldn't, she would just roam again. She went up in a harsh rear, thrashing her legs about. She would play his game for only so long. She landed the urged her frame into an easy trot, towards him. Once she was halfway there, she moved into a canter. Though only for a few feet. She stopped suddenly, auds flattened, orbs rolling white. Before she was at a complete stop she propelled her self to the left, she returned to a trot, fixing her skull to get a quick glance at him as she flicked her tail in victory. A smile formed along her maw. She lifted her self in a victorious rear then cantered off, never returning her look at him. Sure, she probably would never see him again, she planned on messing with these studs. Roaming the claiming lands to veer the stallions to her, just for her to send them off. Though with breeding season at its midpoint and her following its course, it would be extra fun, she has never been receptive to them. Most likely never will.
