Ghita [Pearl]

[Cydney]

Name: Ghita
Breed: Thoroughbred
Gender: Filly
Age: 3 years old
Height: 16 hands
Coat Color: Gray
Mane/Tail Color: Blackish-Grey
Eye Color: Hazel
Herd Position: Wanderer
Herd: None
Sire: Grey Titan
Dam: Pearl Seeker
Personality: Her flirtatious manner gets her into things she will most likely regret later. With tail hung high she will strut across a field just to show off. Although she has a fairly kind heart and can be compassionate, her inexperience is her disadvantage. And at such a young age, it's hard for any stallion or mare to take her seriously.

History:
Ghita grew up in a tranquil meadow surrounded by towering peaks and large hills, secluding the area. A stream flowed from the mountains and grass grew high, giving plenty of natural resources. The small herd that resided there looked up to its leader the “Grey Titan”. His towering height of 17 hands (tall for a Thoroughbred) and dark cloudy colors gave him his name. He led his group with the company of one mare. Pearl Seeker. Many were in awe of her wondrous beauty and delicate manner. Her coat was as white as snow itself. The herd lived in peace and quiet and ate and slept.

But there was the day that all should change. An enemy had found its way into Titan’s territory. It was the fiercest of all winters and now it was hitting the horses hard. Heavy snow fell at a steady pace and soon their water resource was frozen. By that time Ghita had become three years old and her mother had decided before the season that she was ready to be on her own. But her father disagreed. He would not let her out of his herd to never see her again. Now as the icy pelts of snow hit her back and the herd was ready to move to another area and climb the steep mountain terrain, she decided to leave. As her father screamed her name, she traveled her way across a large hill and into a forest. Ghita promised to see her family again someday, but for now she was “the wanderer.”

Example Post:
Who knew one blinding flash could change one’s life… The sudden fear of losing oneself drowned out the increasing noise of a high-pitched howling whistle with the sound of the engine chugging away on hot coal. A quick screech that seemed to last forever and screams from the guests aboard did not penetrate my ear drums. Stuck in a standstill with feet planted on railroad tracks, the fear returned once more. Was I to die here, with one blow to the chest and then total darkness?

I had no more time to think. The train was inching closer. As I looked down at my frozen feet in open-toed sandals, petite vines wrapped around my body and threw me to the ground. My ears and eyes suddenly opened to what was around me. I sat up and watched as the malign train pass by.

[Yuki |Daku|]

accepted