Post by FuzyBee on Mar 15, 2009 8:00:20 GMT -8
Name: Almahdi [meaning - guided to the right path]
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Breed: Arabian
Height: 15hh
Herd: Azrak
Appearance: He carry’s out the ancient Azrak line perfectly. A short, yet still slim figure was blanketed in a coat of blue. Though he is tiny, calm muscles cover him. Almahdi has a very long, thin tail and mane, his tail just brushing the ground. His hooves are black, matching some of the mixed strands in his banners. His eyes are large and gentle, a trusting milk chocolate colour. His face has the well known dished shape of all Arabians, though his has a very defined curve.
Photo: Coming =D
Personality: Almahdi is a very polite stallion, he shows his mares respect and some freedom of choice. Though like his ancient brother he can be very defiant, though now that he is lead, no one opposes him, putting his challenging spirit to rest. He is very confident, and sure of himself, though he is small he proves again and again that size does not matter. Those who underestimate him are sorry. To challengers and danger to his herd he can be very lethal. His small frame giving him quick agility, and allowing him to slip into small spaces and contort into powerful positions. He is a skilled fighter. Those are really his only hot spots, Almahdi is fairly harmless.
To his ally’s he is very trusting and loyal. To enemies he forgives them almost instantly. His anger is quick fading and short coming. He is protecting, yet if it is a mares wish to leave, he will usually allow it. A gentle steed with a nice sense of humor.
History: Almahdi was the product of a the Lead Stallion and Mare. It was her first birth, and she did not survive. At the Birthing Bethel he was left alone with his cold dam, confused beyond belief. It was his luck that a mare later that night a mare arrived to give birth to a still filly, in finding Almahdi, she took him back to Ramadi. He knew no difference of the herds, only saw he was much smaller then others, and certainly of a different colour. Though in these days all horses are allowed in the herds, so he was okay with it.
On his second year, Almahdi questioned his “dam”. Looking around, all other foals resembled their mothers, though he looked nothing like the thick, cream colored mare. She told him sadly of the fate of his real dam. Grief stricken he fled the herd that was not his own, determined to find his birth herd and sire. He wanted to fit in.
After running for what seemed to him like days, he began to smell water and equines. He hoped this was it, and not another stranger herd, like the Jauzi he recently ran into. Floating across the dunes, he began to see a wonderful oasis, and his heart quickened at the sight of a cluster of equine on the outskirts, enjoying the dying sun. They did not see him yet, but as he grew closer, they turned to see. What they saw was a wonderful blue horse, flying across the sandy desert in the dying light. He was almost a silhouette in the colorful background, though they distinctively saw the sky on his coat.
Once at the herd, he told his story again and again to curious family. They welcomed him eagerly, sad for the mare they lost years ago, but happy that the heir had finally returned. Three years later his sire passed on from sickness, and Almahdi took up his lead position proudly.
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Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Breed: Arabian
Height: 15hh
Herd: Azrak
Appearance: He carry’s out the ancient Azrak line perfectly. A short, yet still slim figure was blanketed in a coat of blue. Though he is tiny, calm muscles cover him. Almahdi has a very long, thin tail and mane, his tail just brushing the ground. His hooves are black, matching some of the mixed strands in his banners. His eyes are large and gentle, a trusting milk chocolate colour. His face has the well known dished shape of all Arabians, though his has a very defined curve.
Photo: Coming =D
Personality: Almahdi is a very polite stallion, he shows his mares respect and some freedom of choice. Though like his ancient brother he can be very defiant, though now that he is lead, no one opposes him, putting his challenging spirit to rest. He is very confident, and sure of himself, though he is small he proves again and again that size does not matter. Those who underestimate him are sorry. To challengers and danger to his herd he can be very lethal. His small frame giving him quick agility, and allowing him to slip into small spaces and contort into powerful positions. He is a skilled fighter. Those are really his only hot spots, Almahdi is fairly harmless.
To his ally’s he is very trusting and loyal. To enemies he forgives them almost instantly. His anger is quick fading and short coming. He is protecting, yet if it is a mares wish to leave, he will usually allow it. A gentle steed with a nice sense of humor.
History: Almahdi was the product of a the Lead Stallion and Mare. It was her first birth, and she did not survive. At the Birthing Bethel he was left alone with his cold dam, confused beyond belief. It was his luck that a mare later that night a mare arrived to give birth to a still filly, in finding Almahdi, she took him back to Ramadi. He knew no difference of the herds, only saw he was much smaller then others, and certainly of a different colour. Though in these days all horses are allowed in the herds, so he was okay with it.
On his second year, Almahdi questioned his “dam”. Looking around, all other foals resembled their mothers, though he looked nothing like the thick, cream colored mare. She told him sadly of the fate of his real dam. Grief stricken he fled the herd that was not his own, determined to find his birth herd and sire. He wanted to fit in.
After running for what seemed to him like days, he began to smell water and equines. He hoped this was it, and not another stranger herd, like the Jauzi he recently ran into. Floating across the dunes, he began to see a wonderful oasis, and his heart quickened at the sight of a cluster of equine on the outskirts, enjoying the dying sun. They did not see him yet, but as he grew closer, they turned to see. What they saw was a wonderful blue horse, flying across the sandy desert in the dying light. He was almost a silhouette in the colorful background, though they distinctively saw the sky on his coat.
Once at the herd, he told his story again and again to curious family. They welcomed him eagerly, sad for the mare they lost years ago, but happy that the heir had finally returned. Three years later his sire passed on from sickness, and Almahdi took up his lead position proudly.
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