Phantom; do you always believe what you see?

[V.elocity]

Name: Phantom
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 15.2hh
Coat Color: White
Mane/Tail Color: White
Eye Color: Chocolate Brown
Herd Position:
Herd:
Sire: Falcon -- Black Arab
Dam: Sparrow -- White Arab

Image:Phantom

Personality: Phantom could be described as dark. She is a loner at the moment. She has never, ever completely trusted any one. She has a bit of an attitude sometimes. Not all the time though. She can be a bit narcistic at times. Phantom also enjoys making others mad or angry. She enjoys getting into fights wether it be with a stag or a fellow vix. She just likes fighting. After she gets to know some one she becomes nice. Until she feels comforable abut it she will get on heir nerves. If they truely want her they will stay with her.

History:
Phantom was born in these lands. Both her parents were pure Arabians from Britian. Her parents were as you could say dark. Living with a dark herd and family all her life. Her father's herd had only consisted of pure Arabains. All other breeds were discriminated by the herd, and sometimes if they tried to join the herd, the other breed was killed. Her father's herd travelled theses land battling other herds for their land. If the herd had pure Arabs in it only the Arbas were spared and forced to join the herd. She is now wandering alone. A battle left her alone. She was injured and her herd left not knowing she was not with them.


Example Post:

Phantom
Do you always believe what you see?

Phantom snorted and pawed the cold earth below her as she set her dark chocolate optics on the stag. She laid her audits flat against her skull. She did not say a word or make a sound. She just stood starring at the tall stag coming her way. She threw her head up and swished her tail. She watched with very little interest as he moved closer to her. Her audits stayed flat on her skull. She snorted once more as he came even closer. He was much taller than she was. He looked to be of draft horse origin. Possibly a Clydesdale or Shire breed. He stepped into the moonlight and said “Evening miss”. She looked at the brute and did not speak. She then looked to the half moon up in the dark sky. She looked back to him. "Who are you?" Her lyrics floated to his perked auds. One could tell that she had a British accent. Her voice did not carry a friendly or kind tone to it, but a rather annoyed one directed to him, like he was intruding on her. While she spoke she kept her head high and had a sneer upon her face.Her audits lifted ever so slightly as she waited to see if he would respond. Even though he was much larger than her, she did not fear him one bit. She would speak to him in what ever manner she felt like. She was never one to trust right away. Until she trusted a creature that she was with enough, she would speak to them in a rather rude or mean manor. She flicked her silvery banner once again. This time it was to swat away a fly rather than an annoyed swish. She looked around. I wonder if I am in his land. She thought. She figured she might be for, it looked and smelled different than that of the normal dark lands. The scent was that of marked spots. She only ever knew so many marked spots to be in claimed lands. So yes this must be his land. It surely has someone's scent all over it. She looked up to the night sky as an owl swooped past her head in pursuit of a few rodents that happened to be scurrying across the ground. She watched the owl carry the rat away for a few minutes and then turned her attention back to the stag infront of her.

Word Count: 417

I am proudly cursed; Phantom
Carve me a; vixen
The purest blood of an; Arabian
I am rightly coloured; white
I stand at; 15.3hh
Age me; 4 long years

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