Post by Tassle on Jun 15, 2007 16:25:40 GMT -5
They christian me
Drift Away
They shorten me
Drift
They raise me
4 rotations
They breed me
Fae
They paint me
Mahogany
I am a calm, straightforward mare. I am no optimist, but not necessarily a pesemist either. I look at things how they are. I am serious, and do not have time for play. That doesn't mean that I don't play...just that I would prefer to work...make sure everything is in working order and everyone is content.
They line me
Arabian
They raise me
Neutral
They grow me
15 hands
I was born to a lone mare who had recently been lost to my father in a storm. She and her herd were separated just days before my birth. In her frantic search, she grew weak. Too weak to birth me. In her struggle to help me survive my first moments, she died. Frightened, I hobbled to my feet and cantered away as fast as I could. Still awkward on my stilts, I did not get far. Just far enough to be noticed by a wandering fae who's son had just suffered the same fate as my dam. She cared for me until I was weaned. Then, in her Dark nature, she abandoned me. I was found by a Light stallion who tried to break me of my habitual Dark personality, but he only got half way before I ran away from him. By the time I was three, I was confused, alone, and longing for a companion. I skipped from herd to herd, from month to month, rarely spending very long with those I lived with. They didn't care for me as I wished to be cared for. So now I wander here, hoping to find one who does care for me.
Drift Away
They shorten me
Drift
They raise me
4 rotations
They breed me
Fae
They paint me
Mahogany
I am a calm, straightforward mare. I am no optimist, but not necessarily a pesemist either. I look at things how they are. I am serious, and do not have time for play. That doesn't mean that I don't play...just that I would prefer to work...make sure everything is in working order and everyone is content.
They line me
Arabian
They raise me
Neutral
They grow me
15 hands
I was born to a lone mare who had recently been lost to my father in a storm. She and her herd were separated just days before my birth. In her frantic search, she grew weak. Too weak to birth me. In her struggle to help me survive my first moments, she died. Frightened, I hobbled to my feet and cantered away as fast as I could. Still awkward on my stilts, I did not get far. Just far enough to be noticed by a wandering fae who's son had just suffered the same fate as my dam. She cared for me until I was weaned. Then, in her Dark nature, she abandoned me. I was found by a Light stallion who tried to break me of my habitual Dark personality, but he only got half way before I ran away from him. By the time I was three, I was confused, alone, and longing for a companion. I skipped from herd to herd, from month to month, rarely spending very long with those I lived with. They didn't care for me as I wished to be cared for. So now I wander here, hoping to find one who does care for me.