Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 9:40:48 GMT 10
●●MEETING THE MAKER: Mayday
alias: Addy Fox
histories: N/A
●●MAKING A MARK
moniker:Raindance
age:two year old
bloodlines:Half domestic, half wild.
●●KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
physical :
traits description
●●SHOW US WHAT YOU'VE GOT
sample post:Raindance, a beautiful filly, trotted merrily down the valley. Her head was held high, her featchurs like her Arabian mother, but her size and strength were like that of her father. She looked up. A thunderstorm was brewing. “Good, a bit of rain will make my day even better.” she said to herself. She started to do a strange dance. Going in circles and making the zodiac sign on her forehead. She danced with grace, and when the rain started, it looked like it was dancing with her. Raindance's quick, nimble strides refused to relinquish their footing to the mud. She was hardly trying, and the cool wind blew the rain so in danced with her. It was odd, and she would have been teased if anyone found out. So every time thunderclouds, or even just rainclouds, formed, she disapered from her herd. But today, when the storm ended, the herd was gone. She galloped down a well worn trail, to the nearest stream, but she lost the trail at the river. She was all alone now. She drank a little from the stream, and waited at grove nearby. Sleep came easy, but it only yielded her mother's face, and that she may never see her family again. Days passed, and the herd never returned. Raindance gave up, and started leaving the riverbank. She came back often, a glimmer of hope residing deep in her mind. But it was just that. A hope. She grazed in the valley, and danced with the rain, and drank from the river for a year. That year she turned two. Her senses were sharper then if she'd spent her last year in a herd. Her trust in others had grown slimmer. Her self reliance was getting bigger. After fending of a mountain lion, she felt pretty confident in her ability to live alone. But she knew she'd have to join a herd at some point. So she left her valley. Drifting on the wind she loved to dance with.
alias: Addy Fox
histories: N/A
●●MAKING A MARK
moniker:Raindance
age:two year old
bloodlines:Half domestic, half wild.
●●KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
physical :
She has a blue rone cote with a pure black mane. A zodiac sign is emblazoned on her forehead in pure snow white. Her legs are powerful, and she is very strong. Her eyes are a dark blue. Like a thunderstorm.
traits description
She has a sharp eye. She spots everything moving from 30 feet away. She mostly uses this to find trails or locate horse-hunters. She is a kind horse. Her heart is bigger then her entire body. But if you try her patience, do watch out. She's no weakling in fighting.
●●SHOW US WHAT YOU'VE GOT
sample post:Raindance, a beautiful filly, trotted merrily down the valley. Her head was held high, her featchurs like her Arabian mother, but her size and strength were like that of her father. She looked up. A thunderstorm was brewing. “Good, a bit of rain will make my day even better.” she said to herself. She started to do a strange dance. Going in circles and making the zodiac sign on her forehead. She danced with grace, and when the rain started, it looked like it was dancing with her. Raindance's quick, nimble strides refused to relinquish their footing to the mud. She was hardly trying, and the cool wind blew the rain so in danced with her. It was odd, and she would have been teased if anyone found out. So every time thunderclouds, or even just rainclouds, formed, she disapered from her herd. But today, when the storm ended, the herd was gone. She galloped down a well worn trail, to the nearest stream, but she lost the trail at the river. She was all alone now. She drank a little from the stream, and waited at grove nearby. Sleep came easy, but it only yielded her mother's face, and that she may never see her family again. Days passed, and the herd never returned. Raindance gave up, and started leaving the riverbank. She came back often, a glimmer of hope residing deep in her mind. But it was just that. A hope. She grazed in the valley, and danced with the rain, and drank from the river for a year. That year she turned two. Her senses were sharper then if she'd spent her last year in a herd. Her trust in others had grown slimmer. Her self reliance was getting bigger. After fending of a mountain lion, she felt pretty confident in her ability to live alone. But she knew she'd have to join a herd at some point. So she left her valley. Drifting on the wind she loved to dance with.