Post by x.XAzuraX.x on Jul 6, 2007 18:41:16 GMT -5
They Dubbed Me
Coastal Aura
They call Me
Aura or Coast
I've Lived For
Four Years
I am An
Arab
I Stand At
16 hh
I Was Blessed A
Female
I Lie With
Neutral
Main Color:
Dappled Grey
Mane and Tail Color:
Creamy White
Personality:
If you don't know Aura, she seems to hold a sense of mystery about her, keeping herself to herself. She is open with many she meets for the first time, though gaze into her orbs and you may discover a hint of gurdedness about her.
Once she knows you, she will open up and you will discover her true personality.
Aura is friendly and easy to gaze upon, though she doesn't relish attention, snorting at those who flaunt themselves to the stallion. She finds descision making hard, and once she is settled on a choice, it may be ever changing. This may have been partially probed by her impatience. She has a sense of humour, and likes to lightly tease her friends, in the knowledge that they know she means no offence. When in the grips of love or a firm descision or task, Aura is a passionate horse.
Example Post:
The suns rays caught the edge of the horizon as it sunk lower in the sky, casting a hazy glow about the landscape. Waves rolled leisurely onto the sand, being dragged out again moments later. Auras eyes reflected the light, giving them an almost gold appearence as she gazed intently out into the turqoise ocean. Those who would have caught sight of the lone femme may have assumed she was waiting for someone and passed on. They were partially right. Aura was waiting for the moon to unfold from its faded self and glow calmly in the star spangled sky. Tonight was the night of the full moon.
It always seemed to give her a sense of security, knowing that even the moon, which seemed broken and sliced most of the time, could be whole once more, but only once in a few weeks. Ever since her mother had passed on, she had felt alone and torn, until this one night where sensations of awe confidence and knowledge washed over her. Where before she was drowned by the outside world, no idea what to do or where to go.
Breathng in the cool air, she let it swirl in her lungs before releasing it back into the world.
[In the time when Aura was one and a half. She has now moved on.]
~ History:
The Foolish Days
In dry shrubs, near the sandy beach, while you could hear the ocean lapping absently at the beach, a foal was born to an older mare. Rays of light reflected off of clouds and seemed to form a pink arch in the sky. And so the foal was dubbed wihtout much needed thought: Coastal Aura.
Auras dad was never known to her. Her mother now preffering a life of solitude away from herds, with just her daughter, and never speaking of him. She did ask a few times, but the answer would be the same. "You don't need to know of him to get on with your life Aura." And then, Ink would turn away from her daughter, to avoid the blazing glare of annoyance.
Aura was quite a naive foal when she tried to go off by herself. As Ink had sheilded her so much from reality, that the impact of being alone hit her at the most unexpected moments. She was once out trotting alone, having slid away from Ink while sleeping. It was the throws of winter, and puddles lay still on the ground. Aura beant her neck enthusiastically to suck up some water, but instead, her muzzle connected with ice and she whinnied pityfully.
Her life was easy, her needs catered for, until the fateful day when her mother passed away. It was an unexpected smooth dying, which Aura was to whitness. Ink had just been gazing wistfully out to see, eyes slightly faded as she walked along the tides edge, gait slow and unpurposeful. Her knees gave way andshe toppled to the ground, never to get up again. The tide lapped greedily around her, growing more powerful each time until it pulled her out, sending her drifting off to worlds unknown.
It was a serious blow to Aura, scathing her deeply. Not for more than a day was she on her own, and suddenly, she had no company. No ears to hear her voice, no voice to listen to, and no body to snuggle to when scared. it took her awhile to adjust. She was propelled into many days of sorrowful mourning. She learnt freedoms ways and how to survive at last, and moved away from the coast, to seek her own life.
~ Picture:
Coastal Aura
They call Me
Aura or Coast
I've Lived For
Four Years
I am An
Arab
I Stand At
16 hh
I Was Blessed A
Female
I Lie With
Neutral
Main Color:
Dappled Grey
Mane and Tail Color:
Creamy White
Personality:
If you don't know Aura, she seems to hold a sense of mystery about her, keeping herself to herself. She is open with many she meets for the first time, though gaze into her orbs and you may discover a hint of gurdedness about her.
Once she knows you, she will open up and you will discover her true personality.
Aura is friendly and easy to gaze upon, though she doesn't relish attention, snorting at those who flaunt themselves to the stallion. She finds descision making hard, and once she is settled on a choice, it may be ever changing. This may have been partially probed by her impatience. She has a sense of humour, and likes to lightly tease her friends, in the knowledge that they know she means no offence. When in the grips of love or a firm descision or task, Aura is a passionate horse.
Example Post:
The suns rays caught the edge of the horizon as it sunk lower in the sky, casting a hazy glow about the landscape. Waves rolled leisurely onto the sand, being dragged out again moments later. Auras eyes reflected the light, giving them an almost gold appearence as she gazed intently out into the turqoise ocean. Those who would have caught sight of the lone femme may have assumed she was waiting for someone and passed on. They were partially right. Aura was waiting for the moon to unfold from its faded self and glow calmly in the star spangled sky. Tonight was the night of the full moon.
It always seemed to give her a sense of security, knowing that even the moon, which seemed broken and sliced most of the time, could be whole once more, but only once in a few weeks. Ever since her mother had passed on, she had felt alone and torn, until this one night where sensations of awe confidence and knowledge washed over her. Where before she was drowned by the outside world, no idea what to do or where to go.
Breathng in the cool air, she let it swirl in her lungs before releasing it back into the world.
[In the time when Aura was one and a half. She has now moved on.]
~ History:
The Foolish Days
In dry shrubs, near the sandy beach, while you could hear the ocean lapping absently at the beach, a foal was born to an older mare. Rays of light reflected off of clouds and seemed to form a pink arch in the sky. And so the foal was dubbed wihtout much needed thought: Coastal Aura.
Auras dad was never known to her. Her mother now preffering a life of solitude away from herds, with just her daughter, and never speaking of him. She did ask a few times, but the answer would be the same. "You don't need to know of him to get on with your life Aura." And then, Ink would turn away from her daughter, to avoid the blazing glare of annoyance.
Aura was quite a naive foal when she tried to go off by herself. As Ink had sheilded her so much from reality, that the impact of being alone hit her at the most unexpected moments. She was once out trotting alone, having slid away from Ink while sleeping. It was the throws of winter, and puddles lay still on the ground. Aura beant her neck enthusiastically to suck up some water, but instead, her muzzle connected with ice and she whinnied pityfully.
Her life was easy, her needs catered for, until the fateful day when her mother passed away. It was an unexpected smooth dying, which Aura was to whitness. Ink had just been gazing wistfully out to see, eyes slightly faded as she walked along the tides edge, gait slow and unpurposeful. Her knees gave way andshe toppled to the ground, never to get up again. The tide lapped greedily around her, growing more powerful each time until it pulled her out, sending her drifting off to worlds unknown.
It was a serious blow to Aura, scathing her deeply. Not for more than a day was she on her own, and suddenly, she had no company. No ears to hear her voice, no voice to listen to, and no body to snuggle to when scared. it took her awhile to adjust. She was propelled into many days of sorrowful mourning. She learnt freedoms ways and how to survive at last, and moved away from the coast, to seek her own life.
~ Picture:
