Post by moka on Feb 4, 2007 14:04:20 GMT -5
Name: Fell
Age: 3 yrs
Breed: mustang
Lineage: Dam- Carlista | Sire- Fret
Height: 17 h
Sex: Stallion
Children: None
Place Of Birth: An Unknown Valley in The Rockies.
Physical Characteristics: His coat is black, whith ony a small, white snip on his nose.
Personality: He is stubborn, intelligent, kind. He is a leader, and hates being pushed around. His muscular build is sometimes intimidating because it adds to his size. Although the rest you'll have to find out for yourself.....
Sample Post: Black stained stalli thundered over the hills, his zeniths pricked, orbs set on the terrain ahead. He had traveled a long way, from where he was birthed, for man had settled nearby his father's herd's valley and they were no longer safe, though he had left his family when he had left that night it was not with regret, for his father, Fret, would have driven him out soon anyways.
He remembered a filly he had met once, their herds where both chased by men, and didn't know that there was another herd galloping right beside them, only to stallions running side by side, leading the herds away from man, but as far as he knew, she was still back with her herd.
Fell gathered himself, as a log appeared before him, and launch himself into the air, only to settle on the other side and continue on his journey. As Fell slid to a stop at the top of a hill, he gazed out at the terrain around him, he snorted as the scent of wild cats floated in the breeze and sent out a shrill whinny, only to spin and canter away, he found a valley, later that night and decided he needed a rest, so, under the light of the moon he let himself doze off into sleep.
Age: 3 yrs
Breed: mustang
Lineage: Dam- Carlista | Sire- Fret
Height: 17 h
Sex: Stallion
Children: None
Place Of Birth: An Unknown Valley in The Rockies.
Physical Characteristics: His coat is black, whith ony a small, white snip on his nose.
Personality: He is stubborn, intelligent, kind. He is a leader, and hates being pushed around. His muscular build is sometimes intimidating because it adds to his size. Although the rest you'll have to find out for yourself.....
Sample Post: Black stained stalli thundered over the hills, his zeniths pricked, orbs set on the terrain ahead. He had traveled a long way, from where he was birthed, for man had settled nearby his father's herd's valley and they were no longer safe, though he had left his family when he had left that night it was not with regret, for his father, Fret, would have driven him out soon anyways.
He remembered a filly he had met once, their herds where both chased by men, and didn't know that there was another herd galloping right beside them, only to stallions running side by side, leading the herds away from man, but as far as he knew, she was still back with her herd.
Fell gathered himself, as a log appeared before him, and launch himself into the air, only to settle on the other side and continue on his journey. As Fell slid to a stop at the top of a hill, he gazed out at the terrain around him, he snorted as the scent of wild cats floated in the breeze and sent out a shrill whinny, only to spin and canter away, he found a valley, later that night and decided he needed a rest, so, under the light of the moon he let himself doze off into sleep.
