Post by Spark on Mar 11, 2007 20:20:04 GMT -5
Name: Bella
Alliance: Dark
Gender: Mare
Age: 4, almost 5 years
Breed: Arabian
Color: Her coat is a deep chestnut with black stockings that reach far up her legs and a white star upon her forehead
Height: 16.2 hands
Markings: Black stockings that reach far up her legs and a white star that flecks her forehead
Personality: Bella is intelligent and kind, wanting a herd life. She has a slight attitude that keeps her from making friends easily.
History: At the age of 1 she was happy with her old herd called Nighttime Dance. The herd was on a usual, daily gallop across their territory. A storm was brewing, the wind whipping their wild manes about. But the wind became strong as they ran along the beach. The wind was worse than ever there. Waves crashed hard against the sand, pulling at the hooves of the horses. Few stood strong. Bella had the intelligence to run from the beach and over a ledge, to stay away from the gripping waves. Yet the others...they stayed to run. And then a huge wave came over, a dark shadow covering the herd. And the wave crashed. As it drew back into the ocean, not a soul stood on that lonely beach. Bella was alone.
Roleplay Sample: The mare lifted her head to the sky, letting a tremendous whinnie escape as she reared on her hind legs, flailing her forelegs. She dropped down to the earth, hooves crackling the small leaves below her.
This mare's coat was a deep brown, maybe a deep chestnut. A white star flecked her forehead, and a black mane and tale crested her. Nothing more, nothing less. She was very intelligent, but she had an attitude...one that could cause her to not make friends so easily. No herd had wanted her, and it seemed quite sad.
But she wasn't looking for a guilt trip. No, not at all. All she wanted was a herd, a family that she could care for and they would care for her. This mare wanted a life, and a herd might
help her. Besides, a herd guarenteed more protection from the wild animals surrounding most territory.. Then the sound of
talking reached her ears, and she let out another loud whinnie, asking permission to enter the claimed
land. This mare's name? Bella.
Alliance: Dark
Gender: Mare
Age: 4, almost 5 years
Breed: Arabian
Color: Her coat is a deep chestnut with black stockings that reach far up her legs and a white star upon her forehead
Height: 16.2 hands
Markings: Black stockings that reach far up her legs and a white star that flecks her forehead
Personality: Bella is intelligent and kind, wanting a herd life. She has a slight attitude that keeps her from making friends easily.
History: At the age of 1 she was happy with her old herd called Nighttime Dance. The herd was on a usual, daily gallop across their territory. A storm was brewing, the wind whipping their wild manes about. But the wind became strong as they ran along the beach. The wind was worse than ever there. Waves crashed hard against the sand, pulling at the hooves of the horses. Few stood strong. Bella had the intelligence to run from the beach and over a ledge, to stay away from the gripping waves. Yet the others...they stayed to run. And then a huge wave came over, a dark shadow covering the herd. And the wave crashed. As it drew back into the ocean, not a soul stood on that lonely beach. Bella was alone.
Roleplay Sample: The mare lifted her head to the sky, letting a tremendous whinnie escape as she reared on her hind legs, flailing her forelegs. She dropped down to the earth, hooves crackling the small leaves below her.
This mare's coat was a deep brown, maybe a deep chestnut. A white star flecked her forehead, and a black mane and tale crested her. Nothing more, nothing less. She was very intelligent, but she had an attitude...one that could cause her to not make friends so easily. No herd had wanted her, and it seemed quite sad.
But she wasn't looking for a guilt trip. No, not at all. All she wanted was a herd, a family that she could care for and they would care for her. This mare wanted a life, and a herd might
help her. Besides, a herd guarenteed more protection from the wild animals surrounding most territory.. Then the sound of
talking reached her ears, and she let out another loud whinnie, asking permission to enter the claimed
land. This mare's name? Bella.
