Post by halogen on Aug 22, 2006 3:05:07 GMT -5
Name: Gottlieb.
Age: Three years.
Breed: Kiger Mustang.
Lineage: Unknown.
Height: Fifteen hands.
Sex: Stallion.
Children: None as of yet.
Place of birth: Unknown.
Physical characteristics: He's dun with a black mane and tail and black legs. A dorsal stripe runs the length of his diminutive, muscular back. Generally, Gottlieb gives one an impression of a dolphin; bobbing and impatient in his movements, polished in his dancing gait, curious in his widened, burning eyes and of fine, heavy contours.
Personality: Yet to be properly molded.
Sample post: Foam dripped from a gaping mouth, the wind siphoning it off in ropes which danced in midair before hitting the ground and bubbling in the soil. Four small hooves pressed themselves upon said soil, flattening the grass and churning it into crinkled ribbons. When the weak, watery sunlight bore down upon the ruined grass, it revealed the succulent scars the equine's footsteps had inflicted as he tread his way over the emerald-coated land. He finally reached the sands with that rich honey hue, a colour which made his bronze-dun peltry fade and blend until stallion's movements appeared as the semi-shifting scales of a snake would; bunching, curling and rippling amidst a mass of likewise-coloured stillness.
His head appeared around the bend first, muzzle musty black and moist, long nose with its strained look glinting and exotically curved ears swindling in a tiara of obsidian forelock. Next came his mane-strewn neck, gliding through the air as if separate from his body, willowy and supple as an oak tree. Shivering shoulders appeared, forelegs scissor snapping lithely, broad back sweating onto lean sides, rib cage corset slightly too visible, the meat and muscle clinging to it bulging and coiling.
Gottlieb stopped, tucking his chin to his neck. He was anxious to meet another Light, having been surrounded by Neutrals and Darks his entire life. He'd never known what had been so unattractive about Lightness to others, like it was the easy path, for in his opinion it was the hardest attitude to achieve. He almost felt himself unworthy of it, as if it was something sacred and subtly, kindly arrogant.
All the same, here he was.
Age: Three years.
Breed: Kiger Mustang.
Lineage: Unknown.
Height: Fifteen hands.
Sex: Stallion.
Children: None as of yet.
Place of birth: Unknown.
Physical characteristics: He's dun with a black mane and tail and black legs. A dorsal stripe runs the length of his diminutive, muscular back. Generally, Gottlieb gives one an impression of a dolphin; bobbing and impatient in his movements, polished in his dancing gait, curious in his widened, burning eyes and of fine, heavy contours.
Personality: Yet to be properly molded.
Sample post: Foam dripped from a gaping mouth, the wind siphoning it off in ropes which danced in midair before hitting the ground and bubbling in the soil. Four small hooves pressed themselves upon said soil, flattening the grass and churning it into crinkled ribbons. When the weak, watery sunlight bore down upon the ruined grass, it revealed the succulent scars the equine's footsteps had inflicted as he tread his way over the emerald-coated land. He finally reached the sands with that rich honey hue, a colour which made his bronze-dun peltry fade and blend until stallion's movements appeared as the semi-shifting scales of a snake would; bunching, curling and rippling amidst a mass of likewise-coloured stillness.
His head appeared around the bend first, muzzle musty black and moist, long nose with its strained look glinting and exotically curved ears swindling in a tiara of obsidian forelock. Next came his mane-strewn neck, gliding through the air as if separate from his body, willowy and supple as an oak tree. Shivering shoulders appeared, forelegs scissor snapping lithely, broad back sweating onto lean sides, rib cage corset slightly too visible, the meat and muscle clinging to it bulging and coiling.
Gottlieb stopped, tucking his chin to his neck. He was anxious to meet another Light, having been surrounded by Neutrals and Darks his entire life. He'd never known what had been so unattractive about Lightness to others, like it was the easy path, for in his opinion it was the hardest attitude to achieve. He almost felt himself unworthy of it, as if it was something sacred and subtly, kindly arrogant.
All the same, here he was.
