Post by matokosan on Jun 29, 2006 23:01:04 GMT -5
Name:Italus
Age:5
Breed:Andalusian Arabian
Lineage:Mother>Andalusian Father>Arabian
Height:14.8 Hands
Sex:Male
Children:None
Place Of Birth:Andalusia,Spain
Physical Characteristics: A distinguished appearance, usually appearing in the colors white and light gray. A compact horse with excellent proportions, stands at 14.8 hands. The mane and tail are abundant. Has a flat or slightly convex nose, small ears, and its head is set on a substantial neck. The chest is quite massive and the quarters are lean. The legs are clean and the action is quite energetic.
Personality: Superb temperament. Outgoing, but forward.
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Through the cracks in the crate, Italus sees comotion around him. The ship has stopped. The humans are speaking their native language, one not familiar to Italus. Something has happened. He feels the crate being moved downward, on a fairly steep angle. it comes to a sudden stop at the base of a soft, sandy hill.
It is colder here than in Spain, and Italus knows that this is not his destination. Italus sends out a cry of curiosty, but get's no response. Before he knows it, the humans, and the ship are gone.
Curious, but mostly afraid, Italus begins to break out of his crate. Blow after blow with his silver plated shoes, finally reveals what appears to be an island. He crawls out of the crate, and stares into the heart of this strange world. He hears nothing, sees only the moon lit ocean behind him, and feels one thing. He feels like he is home.
Age:5
Breed:Andalusian Arabian
Lineage:Mother>Andalusian Father>Arabian
Height:14.8 Hands
Sex:Male
Children:None
Place Of Birth:Andalusia,Spain
Physical Characteristics: A distinguished appearance, usually appearing in the colors white and light gray. A compact horse with excellent proportions, stands at 14.8 hands. The mane and tail are abundant. Has a flat or slightly convex nose, small ears, and its head is set on a substantial neck. The chest is quite massive and the quarters are lean. The legs are clean and the action is quite energetic.
Personality: Superb temperament. Outgoing, but forward.
*****************************************************
Through the cracks in the crate, Italus sees comotion around him. The ship has stopped. The humans are speaking their native language, one not familiar to Italus. Something has happened. He feels the crate being moved downward, on a fairly steep angle. it comes to a sudden stop at the base of a soft, sandy hill.
It is colder here than in Spain, and Italus knows that this is not his destination. Italus sends out a cry of curiosty, but get's no response. Before he knows it, the humans, and the ship are gone.
Curious, but mostly afraid, Italus begins to break out of his crate. Blow after blow with his silver plated shoes, finally reveals what appears to be an island. He crawls out of the crate, and stares into the heart of this strange world. He hears nothing, sees only the moon lit ocean behind him, and feels one thing. He feels like he is home.
