Post by ashen on Jul 13, 2007 18:58:27 GMT -5
Calling:Heart
Age:5 years
Breed:Paint
Height:16 hh
Alliance:Neutral
Main color:Mahogany brown
Eye color:Ocean blue
Mane and tail color:Darker oak brown
Special markings:Her ivory face
Personality:Beauty has made her somewhat vain. She can be arrogant and loves to tease stallions with her intense presence. She is stubborn and strong-willed. Her spirit is one that cannot be tamed however, dig deep enough and her second personality could shine through, for it is fully possible for Heart to have a soft side.
It was a brilliant night. The air mingled with the sweet scent of lavender. The perfume seemed to erase a bit of the chilling air and fill it with an invisible warmth. Stars sparkled like diamonds in the dark, forbidding sky, casting a shred of hope among the vacancy of the moon. It was the phase of the new moon.
In the shadows lurked the lonely presence of a young mare. Her eyes were heavy and downcast, and seemed absent and dazed. How she longed for company. How she prayed so pleadingly. For how many nights would she spend alone? How many hours would she look behind her and see no one? Her head hung low as she continued down a trail of never ending dirt. Tiny rocks sprung into the air as her heels of stone clicked against the earth, small clouds of dust surrounding her legs. It would seem sorrowful.......no one to love, only to be loved. But it was false love, a lie. One might pity a soul like that, but the mare knew no shame. She bore a wonderful smirk that matched her aura. Proud.....
Age:5 years
Breed:Paint
Height:16 hh
Alliance:Neutral
Main color:Mahogany brown
Eye color:Ocean blue
Mane and tail color:Darker oak brown
Special markings:Her ivory face
Personality:Beauty has made her somewhat vain. She can be arrogant and loves to tease stallions with her intense presence. She is stubborn and strong-willed. Her spirit is one that cannot be tamed however, dig deep enough and her second personality could shine through, for it is fully possible for Heart to have a soft side.
It was a brilliant night. The air mingled with the sweet scent of lavender. The perfume seemed to erase a bit of the chilling air and fill it with an invisible warmth. Stars sparkled like diamonds in the dark, forbidding sky, casting a shred of hope among the vacancy of the moon. It was the phase of the new moon.
In the shadows lurked the lonely presence of a young mare. Her eyes were heavy and downcast, and seemed absent and dazed. How she longed for company. How she prayed so pleadingly. For how many nights would she spend alone? How many hours would she look behind her and see no one? Her head hung low as she continued down a trail of never ending dirt. Tiny rocks sprung into the air as her heels of stone clicked against the earth, small clouds of dust surrounding her legs. It would seem sorrowful.......no one to love, only to be loved. But it was false love, a lie. One might pity a soul like that, but the mare knew no shame. She bore a wonderful smirk that matched her aura. Proud.....