Nazhoni

greying out with age, naz is a beautiful color, mostly light grey with dark dapples scattering across her pelt. standing at a solid 16.2 hands high, she is well muscled and built from many hours of playing. a dished face and ears that look too large for her body, caramel colored eyes that seem to glitter with enjoyment. her legs are long, but well built and sturdy enough to carry her over uneasy grounds.

sugar and spice, and everything nice.. or not. if you're lucky, you might catch naz on a good day, and you might get her on a good day, but otherwise, have patience. to those who know her, it almost seems she's got two personalities. one moment she can be sweet as pie, and be willing to play and have pleasant conversation, but within the day, she can change completely, and turn into a bitter, attitude filled, sarcastic pessimist, who appears to hate just about everything about anything.

((This one is from a roleplay I was in a couple months back.))

Riley woke to the terrible sound of thunder mixed with her alarm clock. She opened her eyes as a flash of lightening lit up her entire room. She grimaced. Great. She had to go bring all the horses in, since it was storming so bad, and then feed them. She sat up on her bed and looked around her room, her eyes landing on her calendar. 5 days until her 18th birthday. The date was circled many times in different colors of sharpie. July 24th. She grinned. The day she became an adult. She stood up and stretched, before making her way to her closet. Today was a day to dress in layers. Picking out a pair of black shorts under comfy sweat pants, along with a white tank top underneath a blue hoodie. Her hair remained straightened from yesterday, so all she had to do was brush it. She heard her uncle snoring in the room next to hers, so she crept down the stairs quietly. She made a hearty breakfast, and threw on her heavy black raincoat, and her boots. She stepped outside into the raging storm, and booked it for the barn. She didn't look anywhere, except the ground, until she was out of the rain. She flicked on all the lights and made her way up to the stalls. Only two horses remained inside tonight; her dapple grey arabian gelding she had rescued as a foal, Chance, and a dark bay quarter horse that had to be on stall rest.



After putting all the required food in for the horses, and getting their stalls all ready, she grabbed a couple halters, and slowly made her way down into the pastures, leading some horses and letting others follow. They had 7 pastures, and generally kept 3 horses in each one. When she got to the last pasture, she realized the gate was open. Her jaw dropped. That pasture had 4 horses in it; 2 pregnant mares, Filicity and Melody, and a mare and her young foal, Micha and Juno. Juno was hardly a week old, and the two pregnant mares were due right away. She could only imagine where they went. She ran back into the barn, and quickly grabbed western tack to throw on Chance. The family hunting dog, Pepper, had woken up, and was now following Riley around, whimpering and whining around her feet. Riley quickly wrote a short note informing her uncle where she actually was, as if he would actually care. She lept on Chance, and galloped off into the direction Pepper showed her, over the hill at the edge of the property.