Post by Meg on Jan 20, 2007 3:11:22 GMT -5
.apollos-
noun, plural
1. the ancient Greek and Roman god of light, healing, music, poetry, prophecy, and manly beauty; the son of Leto and brother of Artemis.
2. a very handsome young man.
I was given the name of Apollos. In greek it means "a handsome young man". I am a stag of course, I'd feel weird if I had a name like that and wasn't of the male sex. My mother blessed me with that name when I turned out to look like my father. Bless their souls; Windago, brave knight of the Isles and Oasis, fair maiden of his heart.
I have recently turned three times around the sun, for I am a young fellow. I have the strong bloodlines of the Friesian in me along with the graceful roots of Appaloosa. I am proud of my heritage. I am about 14hh, but I am rather young and should grow to be 17hh. I do not have a mate, and nor have I had children. I am too young. I was born on the Tropical Isles of course.
I have almost the exact apperance of my father, many of his old mares and friends sometimes confuse me for him. I am jet black with long, curly tressels that sweep on my neck. My tressels aren't as long as my fathers, but I am sure they will grow to my chest like his. I also have the feathers of a Friesian on my hooves. The only difference between me and my dad is I have a small star on my forehead. But my tressels tend to sweep over it and cover it up. I have my father's eyes, dark chocolate and caring. I did get light bones from my mother, which makes me not as heavy as a normal Friesian. I am still proud.
As you have figured out already, I am a very prideful young stallion. I am mischevious, for I am young; but I do know when I can play, and when it is time to be serious. I am very caring like my father, but I don't let others push me around. I am very shy around girls.
If you are wondering about my history, it's very short. My father died during the winter. He was twenty-two years of age, and the cold just got to him. I forget where my mum went...she kinda just vanished. I have inherited the Tropical Isles, but I'm kinda scared of my new responsiblities. Also, after my father died, all of the herd seemed to vanish just like mum did. I don't know who is left. I'm going to try to make my parents proud though.
noun, plural
1. the ancient Greek and Roman god of light, healing, music, poetry, prophecy, and manly beauty; the son of Leto and brother of Artemis.
2. a very handsome young man.
I was given the name of Apollos. In greek it means "a handsome young man". I am a stag of course, I'd feel weird if I had a name like that and wasn't of the male sex. My mother blessed me with that name when I turned out to look like my father. Bless their souls; Windago, brave knight of the Isles and Oasis, fair maiden of his heart.
I have recently turned three times around the sun, for I am a young fellow. I have the strong bloodlines of the Friesian in me along with the graceful roots of Appaloosa. I am proud of my heritage. I am about 14hh, but I am rather young and should grow to be 17hh. I do not have a mate, and nor have I had children. I am too young. I was born on the Tropical Isles of course.
I have almost the exact apperance of my father, many of his old mares and friends sometimes confuse me for him. I am jet black with long, curly tressels that sweep on my neck. My tressels aren't as long as my fathers, but I am sure they will grow to my chest like his. I also have the feathers of a Friesian on my hooves. The only difference between me and my dad is I have a small star on my forehead. But my tressels tend to sweep over it and cover it up. I have my father's eyes, dark chocolate and caring. I did get light bones from my mother, which makes me not as heavy as a normal Friesian. I am still proud.
As you have figured out already, I am a very prideful young stallion. I am mischevious, for I am young; but I do know when I can play, and when it is time to be serious. I am very caring like my father, but I don't let others push me around. I am very shy around girls.
If you are wondering about my history, it's very short. My father died during the winter. He was twenty-two years of age, and the cold just got to him. I forget where my mum went...she kinda just vanished. I have inherited the Tropical Isles, but I'm kinda scared of my new responsiblities. Also, after my father died, all of the herd seemed to vanish just like mum did. I don't know who is left. I'm going to try to make my parents proud though.
