Post by legend on Jun 25, 2009 14:47:58 GMT -8
Name:Anadil
Gender:Mare
Age: 4
Breed: Arabian
Height:15.1hh
Herd:Jauzi
Appearance:Her body is the color of light iron with a dusting of dark silver dapples covering her hide. The dusting starts at her regal dial and follows a path that runs across her entire frame, getting darker as it goes. He muzzle is black, as if it was dipped in ink. She is a petite animal, standing at 15.1 hands high. Her frame is slim but in a healthy way. Her body is almost perfect. The only thing that blemishes her beauty is her legs. Scars of burn marks run halfway up her limbs, telling a tale of exquisite pain. Her eyes are the color of rich, dark chocolate. They act was windows to her soul, dancing with the joy of being alive. In all, she is a beautiful creature.
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Personality: Anadil is a very quiet and soft spoken creature. She likes to do things on her own but as ever horse does, she longs for the company of others from time to time. She has a kind and gentle heart that surpasses most others. She was born to be a mother and she is great around foals.
History: Anadil was born in the deserts of Aureate. Both of her parents were rouges that only sought for the comfort of each other and no one else. She was raised alone, away from others and that is how she got her reserved nature. When she was but a yearling her father vanished, never to be seen again. Not long after he did there was a fire where she was living with her mother. Her mother perished in that fire, leaving little Anadil alone and hurt. The fire had burned her legs, leaving them scared. It had always been a painful reminder of what she had lost. Even to this day in the worst heat of the days her legs still bring pain to her body. She was wondered alone, seeking for the company of others from time to time in her long and lonely life. Now she searches out the three fabled herds, wishing to join the living once again.
Sample Post: Small Anadil glared up into the hot sun as she stood there on her own. A light coat of sweat covered her shinny iron kissed pelt. 'And its only going to get hotter.' She thought miserably to herself. As she began to walk again she winced in pain as that throbbing pain returned once again to her scared legs. "And of course, my legs just have to start hurting again." She muttered crossly under her breath. She flicked her silky banner, ridding her rump of the pesky horse flies that bit at her there. She walked for what seemed like forever before a small Oasis came into her view. She picked up her speed to get there quicker, thirst driving her faster than usual. When she reached it she sighed in relief as she let the water lap against her throbbing legs for a moment before she lowered her head to the water. She took what she needed and raised her regal crane, her eyes scanning the area about her as her auds flickered to and fro, catching the sound of an approaching equine. She tensed, ready to bolt if need be. You can never to be careful in the desert.
Gender:Mare
Age: 4
Breed: Arabian
Height:15.1hh
Herd:Jauzi
Appearance:Her body is the color of light iron with a dusting of dark silver dapples covering her hide. The dusting starts at her regal dial and follows a path that runs across her entire frame, getting darker as it goes. He muzzle is black, as if it was dipped in ink. She is a petite animal, standing at 15.1 hands high. Her frame is slim but in a healthy way. Her body is almost perfect. The only thing that blemishes her beauty is her legs. Scars of burn marks run halfway up her limbs, telling a tale of exquisite pain. Her eyes are the color of rich, dark chocolate. They act was windows to her soul, dancing with the joy of being alive. In all, she is a beautiful creature.
Photo:
Personality: Anadil is a very quiet and soft spoken creature. She likes to do things on her own but as ever horse does, she longs for the company of others from time to time. She has a kind and gentle heart that surpasses most others. She was born to be a mother and she is great around foals.
History: Anadil was born in the deserts of Aureate. Both of her parents were rouges that only sought for the comfort of each other and no one else. She was raised alone, away from others and that is how she got her reserved nature. When she was but a yearling her father vanished, never to be seen again. Not long after he did there was a fire where she was living with her mother. Her mother perished in that fire, leaving little Anadil alone and hurt. The fire had burned her legs, leaving them scared. It had always been a painful reminder of what she had lost. Even to this day in the worst heat of the days her legs still bring pain to her body. She was wondered alone, seeking for the company of others from time to time in her long and lonely life. Now she searches out the three fabled herds, wishing to join the living once again.
Sample Post: Small Anadil glared up into the hot sun as she stood there on her own. A light coat of sweat covered her shinny iron kissed pelt. 'And its only going to get hotter.' She thought miserably to herself. As she began to walk again she winced in pain as that throbbing pain returned once again to her scared legs. "And of course, my legs just have to start hurting again." She muttered crossly under her breath. She flicked her silky banner, ridding her rump of the pesky horse flies that bit at her there. She walked for what seemed like forever before a small Oasis came into her view. She picked up her speed to get there quicker, thirst driving her faster than usual. When she reached it she sighed in relief as she let the water lap against her throbbing legs for a moment before she lowered her head to the water. She took what she needed and raised her regal crane, her eyes scanning the area about her as her auds flickered to and fro, catching the sound of an approaching equine. She tensed, ready to bolt if need be. You can never to be careful in the desert.
