Post by rhian on Mar 4, 2006 7:23:42 GMT -5
Dubbed;
Bullet
Aged;
Nine
Bred;
American Shire x Arabian
Heritage;
Mother; Rogue (murdered)
Father; Dabhu (suicide)
Stands;
16.3 hh
Gender;
Stallion
Kin;
None
Place Of Birth;
Unknown
The Looks;
Pelt is mainly dusty brown all over, slight white blotch hudden under his dense coat. Posture is almost perfect, yet the fact that he stand glaring down upon everyone makes his neck almost crooked from some angled. Pistons are extremely narrow, yet very powerful all the same.
1 Word Perso;
Phsycotic
Sample Post:
Distant sound of thudding came from across the plains, large stallion mix being the reason. It must have been late, probably around 12am, yet the restless horse would not sleep. On a mission, one would probablt try to slunk in the shadows and not be seen. This horse was doing the complete opposite, large bulk could be spotted easily and did not blend in with the starry night hue. Stopping abrubtly to scent the air, nothing yet filled his nares. This could be good or bad, depending on what it was he was planning on doing. Truth was, Bullet had no idea what this mission was for. It had started as a chase of a group of mares and a foal, but they were now out of sight and he had decided oddly enough to not bother stopping or turning back. (finnish later).
Bullet
Aged;
Nine
Bred;
American Shire x Arabian
Heritage;
Mother; Rogue (murdered)
Father; Dabhu (suicide)
Stands;
16.3 hh
Gender;
Stallion
Kin;
None
Place Of Birth;
Unknown
The Looks;
Pelt is mainly dusty brown all over, slight white blotch hudden under his dense coat. Posture is almost perfect, yet the fact that he stand glaring down upon everyone makes his neck almost crooked from some angled. Pistons are extremely narrow, yet very powerful all the same.
1 Word Perso;
Phsycotic
Sample Post:
Distant sound of thudding came from across the plains, large stallion mix being the reason. It must have been late, probably around 12am, yet the restless horse would not sleep. On a mission, one would probablt try to slunk in the shadows and not be seen. This horse was doing the complete opposite, large bulk could be spotted easily and did not blend in with the starry night hue. Stopping abrubtly to scent the air, nothing yet filled his nares. This could be good or bad, depending on what it was he was planning on doing. Truth was, Bullet had no idea what this mission was for. It had started as a chase of a group of mares and a foal, but they were now out of sight and he had decided oddly enough to not bother stopping or turning back. (finnish later).
