Post by umani on Feb 26, 2006 1:18:10 GMT -5
Name: Zephyr
Age: 3
Breed: Fresian
Lineage: unknown
Height: 15.5 hh.
Sex: female
Children: none
Place Of Birth: unknown
Physical Characteristics: Rather long head, with short ears and alert expression; elegant, arched neck with long, flowing mane; powerful shoulders; strong, compact body with strong, sloping hindquarters and rather low-set, very full tail; short strong limbs with good bone and a fair amount of feather.
Personality: friendly
Sample Post: A young, powerfully built fresian stood motionless by a small stream, her orbs wandering over all of the sights to see. She noticed a small fox sleeping in her den with tiny kits, an empty badger's set and much much more. She started at the sound of a twig snapping, but it was only her own hooves, moving ever slower towards a tributary near the main part of the stream. She shook her mane and twisted her head. A coloured strip of plastic was twisted around a large, old tree. She had never seen one before, so she trotted over to sniff it. It smelled of the forest and the forest smelled of grass so she bit it. She drooled, it tasted horrible! Turning her head, she stomped off to a section where there was REAL grass and started to graze.
(like it? ;D)
Age: 3
Breed: Fresian
Lineage: unknown
Height: 15.5 hh.
Sex: female
Children: none
Place Of Birth: unknown
Physical Characteristics: Rather long head, with short ears and alert expression; elegant, arched neck with long, flowing mane; powerful shoulders; strong, compact body with strong, sloping hindquarters and rather low-set, very full tail; short strong limbs with good bone and a fair amount of feather.
Personality: friendly
Sample Post: A young, powerfully built fresian stood motionless by a small stream, her orbs wandering over all of the sights to see. She noticed a small fox sleeping in her den with tiny kits, an empty badger's set and much much more. She started at the sound of a twig snapping, but it was only her own hooves, moving ever slower towards a tributary near the main part of the stream. She shook her mane and twisted her head. A coloured strip of plastic was twisted around a large, old tree. She had never seen one before, so she trotted over to sniff it. It smelled of the forest and the forest smelled of grass so she bit it. She drooled, it tasted horrible! Turning her head, she stomped off to a section where there was REAL grass and started to graze.
(like it? ;D)
