Post by feelinblue on Feb 26, 2006 12:55:43 GMT -5
alias;
Bleeding in Pink.
known as;
Bleeding.
years;
Four.
blood;
Rocky Mountain Horse.
sire and dam;
Unknown.
hands high;
16 HH.
gender;
Femme.
foals;
None.
birthplace
Unknown.
physique;
Bleeding’s coat is a dark, chocolate brown, whilst her mane and tassel are a mix of blonde and caramel colouring. Her muzzle is long, typical of a Rocky Mountain Horse, and her hoovens are onyx in colouring. Her frame is light, making her an excellent runner, and her harks are slightly small in size, though she exceptional hearing. Her eyes are a cold, emotionless dark chocolate colouring.
persona[/b];
Bleeding is not timid in the least, she is more tough, if that is even the word. She is very hard to describe, as very few horses know her, and those who do cannot exactly express what she does. She has a slight anger problem, but knows that the ones above her demand respect - and she gives it to them. Whether it be reluctant or not. She will not tolerate males trying to forcebreed her, and, more often than not, she is left alone by all.
skills;
Dark chocolate bodice was taken across the terrain, hoovens making only the slightest noises upon the snow covered area. Her nares flared, and chocolate mirrors gazed emotionlessly at the ground, her caramel mane resting to the left on her graceful boa. A slight breeze stirred, making the muscles in the feminine’s shoulder twitch as she continued to walk forward with long strides, pace even, breathing as soft and normal as usual. A smirk was given as another horse was seen, a mere foal, but the feminine gave no heed to its pleading whinnies. She just passed by as if the foal was not there.
Bleeding in Pink, more commonly known as Bleeding, raised her chocolate mirrors to the sky as a cloud covered the sun. A moment of shade was brought upon the area, and the feminine shivered as she forced herself to keep moving, her mirrors gazing down at the sparkling, unmarked snow before she brought down her hoovens and ruined the smooth surface. A smirk, more like a smile, crossed Bleeding’s kissers, and she tossed her mane, snorting.
[ooc; i can do better, but i have little muse at the moment.]
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