Post by mustang4 on Jan 30, 2007 18:53:29 GMT -5
Name: Dune
Age: 5 1/2
Breed: Mustang
Lineage: Sire, an escaped QH ranch brute. The Dam, Lead mare of a wild mustang herd.
Height: 15.3 hh
Sex: Mare
Foals: 1, killed by another stallion when she joined his herd.
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Physical Characteristics:
Her frame has a sturdy build. Her legs thick and powerful. She carries a head as those of the mustangs. Her hooves built for the range. Her muscles easily seen, allowing her to over power many. Scars covering her bodice, mainly her legs. One large scar rests at her nose. A scratch from a predator, which got to close.
Pelt, a graying bay. Dapples covering her back. The bay tint faded. A light splash of white on her belly. Her face a dark gray with chocolate orbs. Her legs a black fading gray. Her hind legs each having a pale splash of white as well. Her Mane and tail black. The mane fading, starting at the roots. The tail fading with the tip a golden color.
Personality: Low tolerance, always full of anger. She doesn't stand down to any, but the leader of the herd. She has leadership qualities, but can be rough. She doesn't tolerate those who come to close. She has never allowed a stud to mate with her, for he gets to close. One has gotten to her, but the foal died. The death of her foal did not affect her for long. It has nothing to do with her personality.
Sample Post:
Dune glared at the lead stallion. He stood proud and tall as if he was everything. His ebony pelt glowed blue-black in the moon light. He watched out for his herd of 7, yes, but only to have many faes to breed with. He wanted only his lineage to exist. She snorted as he watched her. Her auds pinned back and disappeared, white she bared her teeth. This was a sign she gave all. It often left her standing alone, and apart from the other members.
She now stands above the body of her foal. She knew it was most likely to happen, after all, the lead brute only wanted his lineage to exist. She never wanted a foal, but as it lays there now she almost wishes he was still galloping free. She flicked her tail and stepped away from him, to never look back at him. Dune walked past the stud in a rough walk. Her auds still layed back as he glared at her. Then it was on.
Sorry its small, got nothing to work with really.
Age: 5 1/2
Breed: Mustang
Lineage: Sire, an escaped QH ranch brute. The Dam, Lead mare of a wild mustang herd.
Height: 15.3 hh
Sex: Mare
Foals: 1, killed by another stallion when she joined his herd.
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Physical Characteristics:
Her frame has a sturdy build. Her legs thick and powerful. She carries a head as those of the mustangs. Her hooves built for the range. Her muscles easily seen, allowing her to over power many. Scars covering her bodice, mainly her legs. One large scar rests at her nose. A scratch from a predator, which got to close.
Pelt, a graying bay. Dapples covering her back. The bay tint faded. A light splash of white on her belly. Her face a dark gray with chocolate orbs. Her legs a black fading gray. Her hind legs each having a pale splash of white as well. Her Mane and tail black. The mane fading, starting at the roots. The tail fading with the tip a golden color.
Personality: Low tolerance, always full of anger. She doesn't stand down to any, but the leader of the herd. She has leadership qualities, but can be rough. She doesn't tolerate those who come to close. She has never allowed a stud to mate with her, for he gets to close. One has gotten to her, but the foal died. The death of her foal did not affect her for long. It has nothing to do with her personality.
Sample Post:
Dune glared at the lead stallion. He stood proud and tall as if he was everything. His ebony pelt glowed blue-black in the moon light. He watched out for his herd of 7, yes, but only to have many faes to breed with. He wanted only his lineage to exist. She snorted as he watched her. Her auds pinned back and disappeared, white she bared her teeth. This was a sign she gave all. It often left her standing alone, and apart from the other members.
She now stands above the body of her foal. She knew it was most likely to happen, after all, the lead brute only wanted his lineage to exist. She never wanted a foal, but as it lays there now she almost wishes he was still galloping free. She flicked her tail and stepped away from him, to never look back at him. Dune walked past the stud in a rough walk. Her auds still layed back as he glared at her. Then it was on.
Sorry its small, got nothing to work with really.
