Post by Legacy on Mar 11, 2015 13:23:07 GMT 10
MEETING THE MAKER
alias: Legacy
histories: None...yet
MAKING A MARK
moniker: Harlem
age: 7 Years Old
bloodlines: Andalusian
KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
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alias: Legacy
histories: None...yet
MAKING A MARK
moniker: Harlem
age: 7 Years Old
bloodlines: Andalusian
KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
physical description:
Harlem is a dapple gray mare with dark grey-blue eyes, that dare challengers. Standing 17 hands tall with a scar across her right shoulder, her well muscled frame boasts years of traveling over rough terrain, her hardened hooves surefooted against grass as well as stone. Her dark, curly mane hangs down to her chest, always somehow looking perfect against her shadowy colors.
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SHOW US WHAT YOU'VE GOT
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Harlem's hooves scuffled over the cool, wet grass. Night had fallen over the mountain as she lifted her muzzle and gazed up at the stars, their reflection twinkling in her eyes. Her mane was still damp with the rain that had fallen over the course of the afternoon, but it finally seemed to be clearing up. She shook herself swiftly, trying to shake the chill of the evening as she moved into the forest of trees to her right. The musky smell of the rotten leaves and branches on the ground were comforting to her as she through the woods, her hooves barely making a sound. A branch snapped behind her and she whirled around, facing the direction of the noise with her ears flattened back against her skull. After a few moments of silence, she let out a shaky sigh, perking her ears forward again. Relaxing her muscles, she took a step forward to investigate. A bird shot out of the trees instantly, making alarm calls at the mare who had disturbed its sleep. Harlem immediately took three steps backwards, her ears listening in various directions as she turned to leave the forest. She began walking back the way she had come, snorting loudly to try to calm her nerves. 'Scared of a bird? Come on, Harlem, pull yourself together'
She could almost hear her own words now in her head as she continued down the wooded trail. She flicked her tail and changed her pace, her light jog carrying her back out of the woods. She picked up a canter as she cleared the trees and was now putting some distance between her and the forest. As her hooves connected with the ground, with the wind in her face and mane, she felt as if she could run under the stars forever.