Post by ponymad on Jul 8, 2006 4:02:07 GMT -5
Name: Chenoa - Means dove in Native American
Age: 3
Breed: Lipanzzer
Lineage: (parents) Unknown
Height: 15. 3hh
Sex: Mare
Children: None
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Physical Characteristics: She is light dappled grey with a cream mane and tail. She has honey brown orbs, and her hoovens are pitch balck. She moves with grace and speed but sometimes trips over her own hoovens.
Personality: She is missunderstood. Many think that she is evil by hebarrier into her soul. But inside she is fragile, nervous and shy. Never to no - one has she ever shown her soul, her inner self as some call it. It is a journy that many have taken but none have succeded.
Sample Post: I'll post as I haven't posted that much latley. This is a post from CI.
She would stop him. She had to stop him. This was her only chance. Her only chance to survive. She needed a home she needed protection. Her inner self needed to be reveled. Snorting, she called him back to her. Hoping that it would work, words got blurted out.
Wait! Come back! This is my only chance! Please.........
That horrible horse in her dreams it said it would get her. Get her if she had no protection, no home by the end of the week. It said it would whick her away to hell, to hell to become a slave. That was not what she wanted to be.
Beads of sweat, trickled down her cheakbones, as she shivered like hell. She was blacking out, sounds and smells became distant, the leads hooves where getting futrther and further away. Down she fell, down to the dry earth she fell
