Verna [done!]

[Pikapika!]

Name: Verna
Breed: Clydesdale
Gender: Female
Age: 5
Height: 17.2 hh
Coat Color: Chestnut
Mane/Tail Color: Black
Eye Color: Black/ Dark brown
Herd Position: Wandering
Herd: None
Sire: Julius, Clydes
Dam: Allaya, Clydes
Personality: The least that can be said is that Verna is has not a simplistic personality. She hates, she loves, she compliments and insults. She nuzzles and whickers and snaps and hisses (occasionally). Feelings changes as the seasons do, and her focus shifts with everything she does. She is usually a friendly, if quiet, and innocent-seeming lass, though she intimidates with her huge bulk and power. She is sad when equii shy away from her, their fear based solely on her appearance and body. She is grateful and relieves when the little horses boldly come up and speak to her. She is helpful when she can be, rather gullible and confused at times. She isn't easy with emotions, and is hesitant to open up to people. She gets angry when horses are angry at her, and her anger is like most other horses; fire in the heart, insults in the brain, clouds in the eyes, and ultimately a gloomy aftertaste. She is realistic, takes things into stride, doesn't make big deals of things and never pressures herself. She tries to be independent, and likes to please. Verna is a smart girl usually and tries not to fall under other's influence too heavily. She tried not to have her head in the clouds too much, and dislikes those who don't have a thought in their heads of anything besides love and romance. Verna prefers to be original, rather than taking other horses' ideas, so she is who she is and doesn't try to be energetic and lovey-dovey or negative and satanic, because those are not 'Verna'.

History: She was raised like most other horses are, squeezed from a mother and let to live for a few years before wondering what to do with her. She had a few friends, had her own share of hurt from them, but was always willing to forgive at some point in time. Her mother loved her enough to die for her, though thankfully she never did, or Verna would've been heartbroken (70). She left her mother when she was three, and by her own choice wandered to wherever she felt like going. She was rather carefree in the coming here, speculating about what kind of time she'd have in whatever place she chose to settle in. She had modest hopes for the future anyway, so when she came around she was only hoping for a few friends, maybe a bit of romance then a peaceful life with two foals and good man.

Example Post: It would've been impossible to overlook her tremendous bulk, if she had not been the only horse within this meadow place. Hesitant, wondering if this was the right place, she gently tapped onto the sweet dew-tipped grass. Or, as gently as she could tap, anyway. She clopped, more like it.
The azure sky topping the atmosphere enveloped her vision, the clear blue glass that protected the earth. Small dabs of cloud were here and there, hiding the faint glare of the sun. She swung her head round, watching, listening, feeling for any faint, equus-like life form coming towards her. Nothing. As her long, dark hind-tresses swished, obstructing little insects, she lowered her pate and worked her way through the verdant blades, the dew on them like honey.
This was the claiming ground, wasn't it? She had a feeling it was, Verna did. Would this be the place she would settle in? These huge lands? God didn't even know how far she traveled from her mother, Allaya, dragging her giant muscled bod everywhere with her ad infinitum. Well, she would see. Just then, though, she thought she'd enjoy the peace a little more.

I couldn't count all the words... hope it's enough. :3

[colosseum]

Accepted.