Post by V.elocity on Jun 3, 2008 6:53:39 GMT 10
Name: Lassan
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Height: 14.3hh
Coat Color: black
Mane/Tail Color: black
Eye Color: black
Herd Position: *how do we claim a land?*
Herd:
Sire: Astron -- Light Palomino Arab
Dam: Soariad -- Black Arab
Personality: Lassan is a very easy going horse to get along with. He is usually laid back and likes to have fun. He loves running. He can never seem to get enough of it. He is very protective of his herd and the herd lands. If he has to he will fight another for any reason. If yuo get on his bad side you are in for quite a ride so you best just stay out of his way if you some how get onto his bad side. When he meets all horses, mare o stallion, he is kind to them unless they feel otherwise about Lassan.
History:
Lassan was born here in these wonderous lands. Both his parents were pureblooded arabians. His father was the ruler of a darker land and his mother was lead mare of that land. He grew up in dark lands with dark horses. When he was a year of age he left his heard to go start his own. He could just not stand his old herd's ways of life. When he left his herd his cousin Maria came with him. They traveled alone wih eachother for about six months when a mountian lion killed Maria. Lassan was heart broken. She was his best friend and favourite cousin. At two years now he decided to stop grieving over his friend and to try and start a herd.
Example Post:
Hooves struck the ground in a rythmical three beat pace. Beautiful arabian neck arched and shook. Pure ebony form hidden in the shadows of the trees. He continued to canter onward, loving every minute of it. He swished his tail at the pesky bugs. There were too many on hot, summer days like these. Three beat gait soon slowed to a long, slow two beat trot. He soon stopped not far from a small stream of cool, clear flowing water. He walked up to it. He dipped his maw down do drink the crystal clear liquid that flowed. When he had quenched his thirst his head shot up at the sound of something nearby. His ebony orbs looked for what was making the sound. Auds flicked to search for it. He heard something a few yards in front of him. He got into a stance that would let him fight or flee. He watched. Nothing. He kept on watching. He knew something was in there. He soon let his guard down when a doe and her newly born fawn stepped out of the bushes. He nodded his head to her as a sign that he meant no harm to her or the fawn. She nodded back and walked on with her fawn. He smiled as they left. He was glad that deer did not mean any harm, for every equine would be in danger. The island had many deer on it. They were still rareluy seen though. Such elusive creatures. He had always wondered how they kept from those that would cause them harm.
Soon after the deer had left, he picked up a brisk trot. His powerful hindquarters propelled him along the groudn. He snorted and bucked, moving into a fast canter. He stayed along the water's edge. The river soon grew wider and deeper. He slowed down as a gut of warm air blew through his charcoal mane, and whipped it around his neck. The wind carried the scent of a fellow equine somewhere ahead of him. He threw his head and slowly walk on. His auds and orbs darted around looking for the other equine somewhere. He walked for about five or six minutes when their scent was stronger. He walked in the direction it ha come from. The river began to size down now. He new it was probably ending in a pond or a small lake up ahead. As he moved the trees became less dense as he neared the clearing. He stopped when he saw the form of another equine a few hundred yards away from himself. He whinnied cautiously, for he did not if they were a friend or a foe. He was ready either way.