//wild one

[taya]

<sub>Name: Elle
Age: Four
Breed: Barb
Lineage: Unkown
Height: 16hh
Sex: Mare
Children: None
Place Of Birth: North of The ocean Cliffs
Physical Characteristics: Elle has good bone to her structure and amazingly good conformation for a mare born into the wild. She is full barb blood, and has plenty of leg and chest to her. Her pelt is a bright chestnut, therefore her parents were obviously neither born in the wild. She has a very honourable look and is very appealing. She stands at 16hh with plenty of leg and she has a great slender body, bred for her speed, stamina and agility. She has a twitch in her hind right, due to becoming intoxicated with the WNV at the age of two when a mosqutio bit her rump, thankfully it had no other lasting side effect though she was ill for many weeks.
Personality: Elle is a gentle placid mare, once she settles down. She becomes easily aggitated and wound up, this is from her bloodlines, a typical barb. She can settle herself, she just gets annoyed. She is very protective of herself and other companions, and is a rather good old tough nut with a lot of respect for others. She will kick, she will bite and she will threaten. She is you typical wild mare.
Sample Post:
I previously played summertime
The entire surroundsing of this new world as what she would address it was new, it was all strange and she didn't like being outside her comfort zone, it brough on the Hyper-active attacks more often, and they began to tire her out. Today, the sun was high in the sky, set right above her so she knew it was mid-day, and already she had had 7 fits since she came into this land. To others she looked normal and just playful, she was forever glad that the WNV hadn't pulled her down into the ashes and had given her a second chance. She would rather had these Hyper active fits than be dead or disabled like many she had seen.

She had only been 9 months old when the virus had struck her herd, she and many of the foals of that summertime were struck more than the adults who seemed to be able fight its toxic bite, she had watched as foal after foal they fell and never rose. She had fallen, she had fallen out of a fit, and she thought that had been the end, but when she woke up, she knew she had escaped the clutches of death but knew she was no longer the same, and soon after the fits became un-imaginable.

Now, 2 years on from the experience, she had left her herd for another stallion had take over her fathers position and her dam had become very twisted and sour due to the toxins of the virus, she needed to escape so she had come wondering. It wasn't safe but she had to do it, she had to build her own life, and her life wasn't back home, she had never fitted in, every horse had become tired of her and turned their backs.


She desperatly wanted a herd, she wanted to feel secure and safe but she didn't like forceful claimings, no, she was young still and she would like to fight if she got the chance, but she was sure she'd follow soon enough and she'd not attack the other horses, but they would have to learn to understand her probelms and the reasons for her behaviour, maybe then they would accept her and take her under their wing.

The mares muzzle dropped hellwards and she tasted the fresh green shoots of grass that was coming through in the summer sun. Her rump twitched, and her tail smacked against her rump as blood sucking pests landed upon her, her head often been rose and shook to rid herself from them. They were quite annoying, they just never left. Her teeth tore at the blaes of grass and she bit them right off and chewed them hungrily, she grazed quietly, keeping calm was the best way to handle her problems and to decrease the chance of having a fit.

Her ears were flickering, she wasn't as relaxed as she should be, hence the twitching on her rump. Her eyes were focused on where she was grazing though they rose with her head if she heard a noise, her ears following the sounds of other animals, she was aware of the danger she could be in, though she tried not to think of that, it would only torture her mind more than it was necessery.

The water hole close by was inviting in such warm weather, and the young mare knew she had to move with a trotting pace or a brisk walk to keep her enegry constintly burning to decrease the chances more. She picked up a brisk trot and she eye the water hole carefully before she decided it was safe enough to drink. She waded in till the cooling liquid rose above her knees and onto her higher legs, her tail floating on the surface as her nose was stuck in and she sucked up the water. As her head rose, thousands of diamond like water droplets was sent around her and they fell into the water making ripples upon the surface. Vocals rumbled and she sent out a nicker into the air, a calling for any passing equine.</sub>

[Crow'sia]

Accepted.
What a long sample, that would take me hours to write. ^^