Post by Brenna on Sept 23, 2007 15:38:16 GMT
You dubbed me Coca Cola, or Coco.
I have lived for 4 horride years
I am a Mare
When my pelt glistens in blood the brown and black shines through.
My orbs watch you with brown colors
My personality in my soul Skiddish around most horses. And shy. But she can be bossy when she has been in the herd for a while. She will make ashumtions about a mare, or stallion, before she gets to know him or her. And she sticks to it for most of her life. She is tight with her foals, and doesn't like any other mares or foals near them. In herd meetings she will hide them in the forest so they can't be seen. Most fathers don't see their foals from her.
My history that I have lived, unfortunatly isn't going to be told.
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Roleplay example (atleast 6 lines):
Auds flattend as the call of R0man hushed the land. Dark coloured pelt blended into the forest that I was in. Pillers covered with prickles and brush. Mane tassles had plants, leaves, and dirt all threw it. And matted and tangled from years of non brushing. Not like it mattered out here in the wild. My hooves chiped and long. I was a demesticated mare, hoof care was something that I needed. Sort of anyway. I didn't run much, there wasn't a need to do so. My tail also was matted, right by the start of it. It wraped around the flesh and bone of my tail. I am sure that if it got bigger, or more consticted that I would have a short tail.
I sighed deeply, looking over to the two colts. Pepsi was getting bigger, and was playing rougher. Enrique would get hurt sometimes. But like that stopped my boy. He was rough anywho. No matter what size or age. That is his nature. Doesn't get that kind of mental illness from my self... or does he?
I walked out of the forest. Sneezed a few times before I walked over to the lake. I stared at it. But then walked away, lowering my head but I didn't graze nor sleep. I stood there, with my lips just inches or centimeters from the short bladed floor.
I sighed deeply, looking over to the two colts. Pepsi was getting bigger, and was playing rougher. Enrique would get hurt sometimes. But like that stopped my boy. He was rough anywho. No matter what size or age. That is his nature. Doesn't get that kind of mental illness from my self... or does he?
I walked out of the forest. Sneezed a few times before I walked over to the lake. I stared at it. But then walked away, lowering my head but I didn't graze nor sleep. I stood there, with my lips just inches or centimeters from the short bladed floor.
Were did you find us?: Wild Equines
Do you promise to stay active?: HELL YEAH
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You dubbed me New York
I have lived for 3 horrid years
I am a Stallion
When my pelt glistens in blood the chestnut shines through.
My orbs watch you with black colors
My personality in my soul Is mostly cruel. He is a typical dark. He used to starve slaves, and not go to them. Well he would sometimes. He wanted to see if he could push their limits to become a cannibal. Good to his lead mare, his fillies. Not so much the colts. Believes in taxes that are very high priced. Doesn't give a crap about size of a horse, sense he is an Arab. He is mostly smaller. Some say that he is a nut case, something wrong with his head. He just goes along with it.
My history that I have lived, unfortunatly Born from two neutrals. Both leads of a land. Second born, but tallest of them. He has a brother, Sam, and a sister, Aini. He abandoned that herd to go to the dark side.
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Roleplay example (atleast 6 lines): I was kinda hopeing just to do one for Coco, you know how Yorkie rps lol
Were did you find us?: Wild Equines
Do you promise to stay active?: YES!!
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