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Boston
Jun 10, 2008 7:24:05 GMT 10
Post by Cydney on Jun 10, 2008 7:24:05 GMT 10
Name: Boston Breed: Friesian Gender: Stallion Age: 8 Height: 17 Hands Coat Color: Black Mane/Tail Color: Black Eye Color: Dark Brown Herd Position: None Herd: None yet Sire: Atres Dam: Tipta Personality: He is quiet and doesn't have a quick temper, though if pushed hard enough he might decide to fight back. He is not easily tempted and keeps his thoughts mostly to himself. This was one of his weaknesses as a leader in the past. Some call him a "Seeker of Solitude" because he rarely converses with anyone else when he chooses a decision. His mind is usually set on what he's going to do and he believes no one can change that. Most tell him it's arrogance but only one has ever called him kind and seen the true side of him.
History: He grew up in the thickest of forests with just enough grass and water to keep the five-horse herd living. The group traveled from place to place, Boston being three years old when they finally came to the decision to settle down. His mother had died when he was two years old and it was hard on him. He thought of her as an angel from heaven, but never believed she would be there someday. And it didn't help that his father, Atres, made sure Boston kept in line. A little too aggressively, thought the young stallion. Atres always gave out orders to the herd and looked down at his son although Boston tried his best. He ran everyday and climbed steep hills and rocky slides, beginning to tone his muscles. But his father still wasn't pleased with him.
It was one day that Boston had worked himself to the bone that he challenged his father authority. Atres told his son that he could stay here and become a real stallion or he could leave the herd. Boston decided to leave and became a wanderer. Over the years of his traveling he became a leader of a larger herd than where he grew up. He never had a partner to lead with him so his isolation and time away from the others grew. Finally he decided to leave and hand down the responsibility of guiding the herd to a littler but wise stallion named Blitz. And now Boston walks across the lands with ever so much patience.
Example Post: A sparkle of many stars shone with light of brilliant sunshine. Morning; dawn; early time out the cows awoke and rustled in their stalls. The tiniest of bugs took flight along the never-ending blades of grass across rolling plains. The breeze blew the bits and pieces of dust and straw to somewhere new. One rooster woke the whole house as the bright spot of heat rolled on up to waken the new day. Little and big things everywhere readied themselves for a fresh start.
But one small duckling warmed itself in blankets of straw while the rest of the ducks wallowed into the water. One adorable calf stood asleep by its mom. One lazy cat didn’t stir when the pots and pans banged for breakfast. Two little dogs yipped and yapped, as others had to wearily begin their day too.
Work was to be accomplished where jobs were incomplete. Various opportunities awaited townspeople to even the simplest of errands. A boy rode his bike from place to place delivering black and white papers, shouting at the top of his lungs things that people would take interest in.
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