Post by druid on Nov 10, 2010 16:48:47 GMT -5
Name: Ariana
Nickname: Ari
Breed: arabian
Gender: female
Age: three
Season Born: Spring
Year Created: 1
Description: Chestnut Sabino
Weight: 900 pounds
Height: 15.2
Personality:
It isn’t easy to put a label on Ariana. One moment she can be sweet as a kitten, but the next she’ll bare her teeth and claw you in the back. She’s unpredictable and very few are able to win and hold her trust. In order to keep her in place, you’ll need a strong personality, good luck and a tight leash. The femme bores easily and will use the first excuse to leave if you’re not making full use of her potential. She’s not built for leadership, but for dominance and stealth. Intelligence is one of her strengths, but patience is not – therefore she’d make a horrible tactician and would instead do well as a spy or other dirty jobs.
History:
Ariana was born in a middle-sized herd consisting only of Arabians. Her mother one of three spies in the herd and was often away on missions; the young femme was instead raised by one of the older mares. Due to her mother’s absence, it wasn’t easy for the female to create connections and her rank decreased violently. She quickly became a target for the young colts to pester and annoy. This stood on for a long time, until her mother finally returned to the herd and discovered the fate of her daughter. The female spy was furious and immediately sought out the lead stallion. The stallion took action, but not in the way mother or daughter had expected. Instead he sent the young Ariana out on her first mission – at the tender age of 1 year. Her job was to infiltrate their rival herd – and eventually kill off their heir. The stallion then beat up the youngster and sent her in direction of the herd. The rival herd took the bait without any questions – taking in the young female and nursing her back to health. It then became the young heir’s job to show and guide Ariana around their land and explain their hierarchy and order to her. The colt was a charmer and a sweetheart – and the young female easily fell in love with him. Time passed quickly and the herd grew in size. Ariana and the young male continued to flirt and dance, but it became clear that nothing more than flirting would come out of it. Instead they grew closer and became inseparable partners in crime. When spring finally hit and both turned three years old, disaster struck. They seemed to come from out of nowhere – fangs glinted harshly in the moonlight, talons struck and killed and there were screaming everywhere. Ariana jumped into the fray – badly wanting to protect her family from harm’s way, but she wasn’t anywhere near as strong as most of the adult horses and was quickly stomped down. It was only when a familiar face appeared in front of her, that the young female understood the severity of the situation. Her mother had aged – but her features were still recognizable and Ariana longed to throw herself at her and cry. The look in her mother’s eyes stopped her cold though – there was no love there, only hate, only war and destruction. It was clear that by betraying her family, she had become ‘one of them’ – blood related or not. Using her last strength, the young female escaped the scene with her life intact, but her mind and trust forever broken. Who would have thought, that she’d see the day where mother’s would be willing to kill their own children?
Sample Post:
Golden legs spun forward into a light canter, as the delicate femme, made her way onto unknown ground. Talons dug into the soft material beneath her; nature’s gentle caress. Above her, the trees rose into a thick morning mist which had settled in a manner of minutes. Aurora knew that she was no longer on familiar territory.
Lacking was the calming sound of waves crashing against the coast, the thick scent of salt and the fresh breeze. Instead she found her palomino frame surrounded by trees, birds and a strong scent of musk. This was what she had been looking for though, an exit from her boring life – a new adventure. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be the kind of adventure where she’d have to be saved like last time. Crème bodice shuddered at the harsh memory of being chased by a pack of wolves due to her curiosity getting the better of her. Ah yes, she had a huge problem with controlling her need for adventures and exploring; especially if there was something cool involved – like a treasure hunt! Letting out a giggle the mare closed her eyes and threw her head into the wind.
Blue orbs opened just in time to widen and send a desperate command up to the brain to dodge. The small femme passed the tree by a mere inch – her side scraping painfully against the bark. “Oh shit, not again!” She cursed violently. In reality Aurora was one big klutz and didn’t really possess the ‘graceful’ gene that most Arabians were born with. Truthfully she hadn’t spent any time evolving it either – instead she had spent her time chasing butterflies, adventuring and doing random stuff.
Coming to a halt the mare twisted her crown around to survey the scrape on her belly. It wasn’t bad – a bald spot here and there, but no apparent bleeding.
Picture:
I'll do one soon =)
Nickname: Ari
Breed: arabian
Gender: female
Age: three
Season Born: Spring
Year Created: 1
Description: Chestnut Sabino
Weight: 900 pounds
Height: 15.2
Personality:
It isn’t easy to put a label on Ariana. One moment she can be sweet as a kitten, but the next she’ll bare her teeth and claw you in the back. She’s unpredictable and very few are able to win and hold her trust. In order to keep her in place, you’ll need a strong personality, good luck and a tight leash. The femme bores easily and will use the first excuse to leave if you’re not making full use of her potential. She’s not built for leadership, but for dominance and stealth. Intelligence is one of her strengths, but patience is not – therefore she’d make a horrible tactician and would instead do well as a spy or other dirty jobs.
History:
Ariana was born in a middle-sized herd consisting only of Arabians. Her mother one of three spies in the herd and was often away on missions; the young femme was instead raised by one of the older mares. Due to her mother’s absence, it wasn’t easy for the female to create connections and her rank decreased violently. She quickly became a target for the young colts to pester and annoy. This stood on for a long time, until her mother finally returned to the herd and discovered the fate of her daughter. The female spy was furious and immediately sought out the lead stallion. The stallion took action, but not in the way mother or daughter had expected. Instead he sent the young Ariana out on her first mission – at the tender age of 1 year. Her job was to infiltrate their rival herd – and eventually kill off their heir. The stallion then beat up the youngster and sent her in direction of the herd. The rival herd took the bait without any questions – taking in the young female and nursing her back to health. It then became the young heir’s job to show and guide Ariana around their land and explain their hierarchy and order to her. The colt was a charmer and a sweetheart – and the young female easily fell in love with him. Time passed quickly and the herd grew in size. Ariana and the young male continued to flirt and dance, but it became clear that nothing more than flirting would come out of it. Instead they grew closer and became inseparable partners in crime. When spring finally hit and both turned three years old, disaster struck. They seemed to come from out of nowhere – fangs glinted harshly in the moonlight, talons struck and killed and there were screaming everywhere. Ariana jumped into the fray – badly wanting to protect her family from harm’s way, but she wasn’t anywhere near as strong as most of the adult horses and was quickly stomped down. It was only when a familiar face appeared in front of her, that the young female understood the severity of the situation. Her mother had aged – but her features were still recognizable and Ariana longed to throw herself at her and cry. The look in her mother’s eyes stopped her cold though – there was no love there, only hate, only war and destruction. It was clear that by betraying her family, she had become ‘one of them’ – blood related or not. Using her last strength, the young female escaped the scene with her life intact, but her mind and trust forever broken. Who would have thought, that she’d see the day where mother’s would be willing to kill their own children?
Sample Post:
Golden legs spun forward into a light canter, as the delicate femme, made her way onto unknown ground. Talons dug into the soft material beneath her; nature’s gentle caress. Above her, the trees rose into a thick morning mist which had settled in a manner of minutes. Aurora knew that she was no longer on familiar territory.
Lacking was the calming sound of waves crashing against the coast, the thick scent of salt and the fresh breeze. Instead she found her palomino frame surrounded by trees, birds and a strong scent of musk. This was what she had been looking for though, an exit from her boring life – a new adventure. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be the kind of adventure where she’d have to be saved like last time. Crème bodice shuddered at the harsh memory of being chased by a pack of wolves due to her curiosity getting the better of her. Ah yes, she had a huge problem with controlling her need for adventures and exploring; especially if there was something cool involved – like a treasure hunt! Letting out a giggle the mare closed her eyes and threw her head into the wind.
Blue orbs opened just in time to widen and send a desperate command up to the brain to dodge. The small femme passed the tree by a mere inch – her side scraping painfully against the bark. “Oh shit, not again!” She cursed violently. In reality Aurora was one big klutz and didn’t really possess the ‘graceful’ gene that most Arabians were born with. Truthfully she hadn’t spent any time evolving it either – instead she had spent her time chasing butterflies, adventuring and doing random stuff.
Coming to a halt the mare twisted her crown around to survey the scrape on her belly. It wasn’t bad – a bald spot here and there, but no apparent bleeding.
Picture:
I'll do one soon =)