Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Jan 8, 2011 1:43:15 GMT -6
Name: Nightingale
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse
Description:
History:
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse
Description:
A pair of dazzling baby blue eyes. White blaze and stockings. White flowing mane and tail that is long, thick and silky. Golden palomino, vivid caramel dapples and dorsal stripe along with primitive zebra markings on shoulders and legs.Markings:
Six inch, curving scar in the shape of the letter 'S' on her left side under her belly toward her back and flank area; like a jagged lighting strike from the middle of her lower stomach pointing up and back to her flank. Healed, happened when separated from her herd, most like do to fire. Has grown back with pale hairs.Height: 16hh
History:
She is one of the last of the Purebred Quarter Horses, or so many think. Her herd was separated during a dry storm when fires raged the lands and buildings fell, along with the human race. In these parts, her blood is a rare sight, but legend tells of a place where her breed thrives, along with others, secretly, far from this corrupted region. She feels this to be true, but is lost in this land and having a hard time remembering her past, only flashbacks and urges give her hints to where the haven of horses may or, in the case of her being delirious since the separation from her herd because of an accident she does not remember, may not exist. Only time will tell.Personality:
* Just to throw this out there so I don't forget, her Mother's name was Mannequin and father was Leonardo...(Ignore)
Proper, fit, elegant. Intellectual. Doesn't play well with others; competitive. Precise, strong, scandalous. Quiet. Watchful. Resourceful.Picture - Optional:
Example Post:
Ashen rings formed around her teacup sized hooves as she placed them like glass on the burnt ground. She dropped her golden boa low, trying to escape the smoke that still cloaked the air like a thing sheet of plastic, so close to being torn but so hard to breath in. Twisted locks fell over her right temple. Aquatic tinted orb washed the land carefully. Velvet kissers opened, releasing a chest full of air. "Where am I?" the words like poison on her tongue, stating them in a hushed whisper to herself. A pause in her gait. Crows nesting in a naked pine squawked a warning to her, the melody a sign of danger that had already come and past in this godforsaken world.
