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Post by traviitrav on Nov 1, 2010 12:32:53 GMT -5
U U N I I X ____________________________________
AGE
3 1/2
GENDER
Mare
PERSONALITY
Her wits are too good for her own self good. She spots a good opportunity when she sees one, like a hawk spotting its next prey. Manipulative dialect and persuade the un-persuadable with the flick of a tongue. Given though throughout life she hasn't had it her way - she's had to teach herself the hard way when to say what in the situations, but a memory now, the consequences of a brute or a higher vix slapping her across the face taught her when to bite her tongue. Unpredictable when angered, some times she'll disappear into the wood line or stand tall and fight out her issues. Never wanting to admit it to even herself, she longs for a brute that could quite possibly live to stand one such as her. She has proven to herself that she can stand on her own effortlessly, her heart beckons for a shoulder to lean on when the times get rough. She seems to favor the long summer nights when the crickets sing their lullabies and the fireflies dance with the rhythm.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Her blonde coat shimmers in the sunrise; glows in the moonbeams. White imperfections scatter across her blonde coat, making her physique that much more interesting to the eyes. Bleach white locks give off almost an aura of purity - not an actual aura itself, but to the soft hearted it is a sore to the eyes when the light reflects off into a scatter through out the air. As if someone was to cloth her in the morning before school, socks all around climb her limbs; ever so turning the famous buckskin blonde with a soft fade. The ebon lenses to assist her throughout life look as if the vix had no persona at all. Like a fight with a paint brush, her facade from the mussel to the foundation of her lobes is stained with the blank marking as the ones all over her barrel and serpentine. For this vix might stand 16hh, she has been known to move slyly like a wolf on the hunt ; defend herself brutally like a charging buffalo watching after its calf. Her fit appearance shows the miles that she has walked on her four stones that resemble pearls themselves.
HISTORY
At the age of nearly one, her life changed - dramatically. Breeding season came into play when the lilies started to break their petals off onto the now densely cold ground, the mocking birds ended their lyrics and moved on with the caravan circus of them all. Trees gripping their last auburn and yellow stained leaves for the remaining days ahead, some loosing tension as the frigid wind blew them away from the branches grasp. 'Quines disappearing into the dense tree trunks known as the Ever Growing Forest to do their cause to the circle of life. Observing as the herd slowly shrank, than grew once more, only to shrink again with disappearing beasts, her mother, Jenadia, was now one of the remaining few that disappeared. Confused and disoriented, the young vix grew into slight panic, hustling around the remaining herd; zig zagging through the equines. Some getting annoyed being brushed up on they would give the occasional nip on the rump. Telling herself that day was a nightmare, she went on with her life as if it was normal. Spring was beginning to show its presence with their winter coats beginning to fade. Her mother, larger that ever, was developing a harsh attitude toward Uuniix. Casting her out into the cruel world as the new foal was starting to be birthed, she was on her own. Being now two she was well old enough to be doing so, still none the less a tragic experience.
"As I distribute my quotes, shall my lyrics be known to the eyes of the beholder."
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