Post by massacre on Aug 18, 2008 18:44:45 GMT -5
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Horse's Full Name:: Massacre
Nickname:: None
Age:: Five
Breed:: Kiger Mustang
Gender:: Mare
Color:: A light dun color, complimented by a sadly colored mane with chunksof black littering it.
Height:: 14.3
History:: Massacre grew up within the borders of the land, though she wasn't raised anywhere near the more civilized parts. Her mother was one of many mares within her father's medium sized herd, and she never had a close bond with him. Overtime, another stag came into the area her herd occupied, and the herd was unwillingly split up. Massacre was taken form her mother, and she never layed eyes on her again. Out of pure independance, she left the herd, in search for something more, to fill up the gaping hole in her heart.
Example Post:: Her bones ached with exhaustion as she pushed herself onward, determined to cover at least a few more miles beofre nightfall. Massacre was rather hard headed; though she knew it would be safer to travel at night, and sleep during daylight hours, she found herself ignoring common sense. That's what she had been doing all along; that's what got her away from the herd, away from all means of safety.
She paused in the shade of a skimpy tree, savoring the little coolness the washed over her body, allowing her some comfort from the boiling sun overhead. Yes. Perhaps she should rest, if only for a moment. Who knew when she'd find another covered area...
She awoke with a start, somewha afraid of where she was. Then, relizing she had dosed off for quite that time, she trotted off in the same direction she had been going earlier that day.. or yesterday. She was very determined to find something, anything, weather it be death or the comfor tof a new home..
[sorry, not that good...]
User Name:: Massacreeeee :]
Roleplaying Experience:: Four?
Do you like Feather Dust so far?:: Yupp.
Any changes you would make?:: Nopes.
Code word:: Jazz...?