Post by colosseum on Jun 10, 2008 4:58:42 GMT 10
Name: Miniona
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Mare
Age: 3
Height: 15.2 hands
Coat Color: Dun
Mane/Tail Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Herd Position: --
Herd: --
Sire: Unnamed
Dam: Unnamed
Personality: My family herd had been dark and mean. I didn't follow the trend which was why I got kicked out of my family herd. During the time with the herd I had picked up on fighting skills figuring I might need them later in life. I was a sweet horse, jealous of the strong stallions and how their muscles rippled. Watching stallions fight was a passion for me; they were graceful; almost like a dance. I was very flirty too. Any stallion I saw or that tried to talk to me was a hopeful husband. I would act flirty around them making them feel like they had me in their grasp but then pull away slightly seeing if they would try to get me back as their wife. It was a game I liked to play; to see how strong they were with their words. Often I would long to see stallions, many of them, start fighting over me to see who would get me as their wife but it hadn't happened. I was a dreamer, spunky, flirty little mustang mare just hoping to be in a herd again.
History: I was a wild mare. Always was one. My family had been wild too. It was in my blood. I was thick skinned so I was punished often for my behavior. I always wanted to be a stallion running wild and fighting but I was not. In a sense I was lady-like which always got me in trouble. Every time I had a chance I would watch the stallions practice their art of fighting. Often I would wonder off so I could practice it on my own. My herd found out of this practice and they kicked me out. Of course that wasn't the only reason. They were getting sick of me being flirty and lady-like even though I was a mare. They wanted every horse to be dark and mean. I was the opposite though. Now alone on the range I make my living. Fighting battles, eating quickly, and the like. I was like a stallion alone, without a herd, just wondering the range.
Now after a year alone on the range I am a strong smart mare. I fought wild cats, bears, upon many other animals, nursed wounds, and nearly starved. All these experiences taught me something important that will be use later when a similar situation might occur. I was ready to not look after myself for a bit. I wanted a chance to flirt again or maybe be a sweet little mare. I wanted to be in a herd again. I wanted to pass my knowledge to youngsters so they could live alone. I was sick of being alone in the world.
Example Post: My orbs glanced over the familiar land. I had been here before. Great... I am wondering around in circles. I was in the rocky lands of the mountains. Carefully I made my way down the steep cliff away from the circle that I had been on. Below was a less rocky hillside leading to the lush grass in the valley. This would be it... No more cold, no food nights. Tonight I would eat sweet grass and have the roll of my life. It had been a long time now in the mountains. I was sick of them. A rock slipped beneath me. I braced myself but nothing happened. Slowly but surely I made my way down the steep cliff. Below a rock shifted positions. Everything was still... Almost too still... It didn't feel right... I stood stalk still... Listening... Sniffing the air... Coyote... Before I knew it. Claws were digging into my back. Bucking, Leaping, Slipping we went sliding down the cliff together. Sharp rocks scraped my skin. A large gash on my shoulder... I wouldn't give up... I must finish off this coyote. And NOW...
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