Post by salvadorean on Aug 14, 2014 3:33:04 GMT 10
Meet the Maker
alias : salvadorean
histories : none. This is my first.
Making a Mark
moniker : Salvadorean
age : 3 years
bloodlines : Warmblood X
Keeping up Appearances
: physical appearance :
The stud's appearance is quite simple, yet so unique. The stallion's physique is provided with a sleek, sensitive overcoat of burnt sienna,
overlapped with Stygian upon his crest length, zephyrs, diagnostics, pistons, groin / hindquarter area,
and his oriole area. This could also be commonly known as bay points on an equine.
Sal's pendulum and banter would consist of the same ebonite consistency, although this area would give off a more
flaxen silhouette.
To be more specific about this topic, appearance is also how his body works.
The equine stands at around 16.4-5 hands, and consists of a well developed frame, carriage, and overlap.
His countenance would be viewed sinewy as much svelte in length / leverage, although it is quite
common to see such a skull build - up in his bloodlines.
The physique's pistons contain more bone marrow around the cannon bone than muscle, but easily
as brawny among the breast, to the elbow, to the forearm, to the wrist (knee).
His shoulder pads / blades around stalwart as well, giving him enough power in himself to propel
forward.
The W.B.'s hindquarters contain enough point to escape sudden danger in itself, consisting also of the groin area to center.
: traits description :
Giving it's half breeding background of the Warmblood, the equine would posses the traits of a calm, protective,
yet ornery and powerful being.
The equine would treat others of his own kind with understanding, but contains habits of
protective abilities.
(TO ADD MORE UPON HIM)
Salvadorean's aroma would provide a smell of leather cleanser, if you have ever happened to smell that before.
It's aroma in itself is calming, yet so unique and awakening.
This smell came upon the equine in itself, not through any poises of a human figure.
Show Us what you Got
(please excuse my realistic RP style)
"The stalwart equine sauntered among the verdure among him, the sight of the herd he had been foraging with in the near distance.
The aroma of leather cleanser and vegetation provided with oxygen as the stench lingered through Sal's
mandible and down the physique's sinewy pharynx.
The movement of the stud chiseled markings upon the soil below him, the bounds of his saunter making the earth loose and
vulnerable.
The day had become quite common to the mammal, although looking for something to digest is all he really could find courtesy of doing.
~
// Food... food... food... //
That's what really only went through his brain.
Although today, of the scorching appearance of summer, with the inferno star above him nestling down with pride,
he wasn't hungry.
Nor thirsty.
~
The physique halted his behalf to scan his henna orioles among the landscape, before
lightly settling his hindquarters to hock before sprinting forward in a friendly gallop, bickering his hind end into the
atmosphere.
The equine's among him watched with curiosity, and embarrassment, since no acts of this performance had been
shown for the long while.
Although, the stag continued along with the foolishness, his banter bickering as single strands into the air with glee.
Making a prodigious bound once more toward the harrem, the stallion animated forward now in a bobbing sensation of trot,
free-lining his forearms and wrists to straighten, before being pulled back once more in a 50 degree angle.
An uno of about 2-25 equines seemed transparent among the rest, or a common mare to speak.
The equine sauntered his way over with great stride, before halting his carriage to groin quarters to inspect the dam's
presence, lifting his bares to explore her spinal cord, easily noticeable to be younger than herself.
Although sadly, that wasn't the norm for the harrem, more of a new experiment for the 3 year old.
Fun, wasn't fun."
Thank You
alias : salvadorean
histories : none. This is my first.
Making a Mark
moniker : Salvadorean
age : 3 years
bloodlines : Warmblood X
Keeping up Appearances
: physical appearance :
The stud's appearance is quite simple, yet so unique. The stallion's physique is provided with a sleek, sensitive overcoat of burnt sienna,
overlapped with Stygian upon his crest length, zephyrs, diagnostics, pistons, groin / hindquarter area,
and his oriole area. This could also be commonly known as bay points on an equine.
Sal's pendulum and banter would consist of the same ebonite consistency, although this area would give off a more
flaxen silhouette.
To be more specific about this topic, appearance is also how his body works.
The equine stands at around 16.4-5 hands, and consists of a well developed frame, carriage, and overlap.
His countenance would be viewed sinewy as much svelte in length / leverage, although it is quite
common to see such a skull build - up in his bloodlines.
The physique's pistons contain more bone marrow around the cannon bone than muscle, but easily
as brawny among the breast, to the elbow, to the forearm, to the wrist (knee).
His shoulder pads / blades around stalwart as well, giving him enough power in himself to propel
forward.
The W.B.'s hindquarters contain enough point to escape sudden danger in itself, consisting also of the groin area to center.
: traits description :
Giving it's half breeding background of the Warmblood, the equine would posses the traits of a calm, protective,
yet ornery and powerful being.
The equine would treat others of his own kind with understanding, but contains habits of
protective abilities.
(TO ADD MORE UPON HIM)
Salvadorean's aroma would provide a smell of leather cleanser, if you have ever happened to smell that before.
It's aroma in itself is calming, yet so unique and awakening.
This smell came upon the equine in itself, not through any poises of a human figure.
Show Us what you Got
(please excuse my realistic RP style)
"The stalwart equine sauntered among the verdure among him, the sight of the herd he had been foraging with in the near distance.
The aroma of leather cleanser and vegetation provided with oxygen as the stench lingered through Sal's
mandible and down the physique's sinewy pharynx.
The movement of the stud chiseled markings upon the soil below him, the bounds of his saunter making the earth loose and
vulnerable.
The day had become quite common to the mammal, although looking for something to digest is all he really could find courtesy of doing.
~
// Food... food... food... //
That's what really only went through his brain.
Although today, of the scorching appearance of summer, with the inferno star above him nestling down with pride,
he wasn't hungry.
Nor thirsty.
~
The physique halted his behalf to scan his henna orioles among the landscape, before
lightly settling his hindquarters to hock before sprinting forward in a friendly gallop, bickering his hind end into the
atmosphere.
The equine's among him watched with curiosity, and embarrassment, since no acts of this performance had been
shown for the long while.
Although, the stag continued along with the foolishness, his banter bickering as single strands into the air with glee.
Making a prodigious bound once more toward the harrem, the stallion animated forward now in a bobbing sensation of trot,
free-lining his forearms and wrists to straighten, before being pulled back once more in a 50 degree angle.
An uno of about 2-25 equines seemed transparent among the rest, or a common mare to speak.
The equine sauntered his way over with great stride, before halting his carriage to groin quarters to inspect the dam's
presence, lifting his bares to explore her spinal cord, easily noticeable to be younger than herself.
Although sadly, that wasn't the norm for the harrem, more of a new experiment for the 3 year old.
Fun, wasn't fun."
Thank You
