Post by adiji on Aug 22, 2008 9:16:22 GMT -5
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Horse's Full Name:: A Sorrowful Melody
Nickname:: Melody
Age:: 7
Breed:: Arabian
Gender:: Mare.
Color:: Black
Height:: 15hh
History:: Melody has always been a peace loving horse. She was the only heir to the herd, as her parents, the leads, had not wanted more than one foal. When her parents were killed in a fierce storm, Melody was forced to take over. However, she had trouble finding a mate, as she was fussy when it came to choosing the stallion she wanted to be with. One of the stallions had other plans though, and easily overthrew the mare and took control of the herd. She was forced to leave, and her old herd descended into chaos.
The mare was left to wander alone, and since that day she has never set foot in the lands of another. Slowly, she felt madness grasping at her because she had not seen other horses for a long time, and feared that she would lose her mind if she did not find company soon. Melody was a social horse, and the solitude was beginning to get to her.
Example Post:: She cursed herself for being so weak, though deep down she knew that she did not stand a chance against that stallion. Curse him, her parents had worked so hard to build that herd up, and now it was all going to waste, because of her. She could not fend for herself, so how the hell was she supposed to fend for an entire herd? The herd had grown impatient with her anyway, she had taken so long to decide on a mate, and they grew fed up with her. Deep down, Melody guessed that they would be better off without her, but oh well, it was not like she could go back to find out.
The mare did not know what she was going to do now, she was alone, and tired from the stress of the day. She had never ventured far from the borders of her homeland, so she knew that it would not be too long before she was lost. There was nothing she could do except wander, and the Arabian knew that. She wished there was something she could do, but there wasn't, for she was too weak, and it had taken seconds after her exile for her to come to terms with that fact.
They are better off without me, all I have left is the world beyond the borders. I might as well make the most of it, I probably won't last long out here. she thought sadly as she wandered further and further away from what had once been her home until a few minutes ago. It hurt to leave it behind, but it was unavoidable.
A Sorrowful Melody now had to get used to the wilderness, whether she wanted to or not. She was alone now, nobody to protect her, and she had to fight for her survival like all of the other loners, whether she wanted to or not.
User Name:: Assassin
Roleplaying Experience:: A good 4 or 5 years now
Do you like Feather Dust so far?:: Yes
Any changes you would make?:: I don't know if it is just for me, but the page gets stretched for me because of the big bars on the left hand side, so maybe they could be reduced a bit?
Code word:: Jazz
