Post by Star Bucks on Apr 24, 2008 18:55:17 GMT -5
Cursing:
Beautiful Letdown
Goes by:
Leau
Winters:
2 and half
Breed:
Welsh pony
Species:
Horse
Gender:
Mare
Color:
Leau's coat is a red dun, her main color is a light sandy tan, with a very dark red stripe down her back. Also her mane and tail are red, (when I say red I mean a red like a red roan) and she has striped legs, which often are mistaken by others as scars. Leau has few markings, she has a blaze that looks like a crooked L and then runs down to the tip of her nose. Four white socks, the left hind goes up to her flank and the others are below her knees. Deep, rich green colored orbs.
Path:
Neutrals
Characteristics.
Moods change from a sweet, loving, charming young lady to a rude, selfish, brat. Laughs when is happy, cries when is sad. Believes not to believe, not to dream, not to love and not to trust. Why? Trust was broken, love was shattered, dreams where crushed and beliefs were proved wrong. Quiet but not shy, proud but not boastful. Prefers to be alone, lost in thought. Movements are elegant like a swan, perhaps the most beautiful mare you'll ever see but is a letdown. And believes it, which is the only thing that she does believe. Others take advantaged of her, the small helpless filly, that not is not at all helpless. This femme will shake her delicate sculpted crown and fight rather than run. The loud mouth vixen stands at 13 hands, but dynamites come in small packages.
History:
Tears fell from the eyes of an angle, Don't leave me, she gasped. Don't. But the bay pelt stud walk on, with another close at his side. Happiness was sure to be with him, but now he walk, loving another. Leau as the angle is called, watch him go, tears falling quicker.
Love didn't came easy for Leau, she was abounded after birth, her mother didn't want her. She did tell the young vixen that her father would come, but she never met him or even saw him. Joy filled the filly's heart when a someone took her in, only to throw her out later. And this was a pattern in Lea's life, being found, loved, then throw out again and again. Then came alone the stud that she was positive that he would bring her happiness. The filly had never been so wrong. It only lasted a year then he left her for another, but that's how he is. So nothing happened really in her past, except for loneness but other than that her life was somewhat normal. But after he left Leau, she gave up on love, and trust, forever.
Sample Post:
A dark tan paw lifted its self and dropped into the fleshly fallen snow, its paw made a perfect copy of its self in the creamy white ground. Though wolves were common in these parts, the paw belonged a lion, mountain lion. It sniffed the ground then growled deep within its throat. A shivering vixen laid statue still in a small clearing in the underbrush. One false move would reveal her and the lion would feast tonight. But luck was on her side this time and the lion walked on and vanished deeper into the forest. The femme dare not venture out, not yet. Thunder rattled in the distance and lightening strike near, the heavens sent both rain and hail. The underbrush was in way a protective shelter for this kind of weather and the filly laid, now shivering from the cold not fear. Dark green orbs watch in growing anticipation, Must get away...must get away, the femme mumbled over and over until sleep conquered her. There was no light up in the storm throughout the night and by morn, it had only gotten worse. With sore muscles, a sandy filly crawled out from the underbrush, she grunted as hunk of ice came crashing down on the delicately sculpted crown. Then a squeal escaped her kissers and crimson tears cried down her left foreleg, staining her high sock. Leau's orbs were clouded with tears, as she limped as far as she could. But within two hours, the small vixen collapsed, and closed orbs, thinking it would be for the last time.
Beautiful Letdown
Goes by:
Leau
Winters:
2 and half
Breed:
Welsh pony
Species:
Horse
Gender:
Mare
Color:
Leau's coat is a red dun, her main color is a light sandy tan, with a very dark red stripe down her back. Also her mane and tail are red, (when I say red I mean a red like a red roan) and she has striped legs, which often are mistaken by others as scars. Leau has few markings, she has a blaze that looks like a crooked L and then runs down to the tip of her nose. Four white socks, the left hind goes up to her flank and the others are below her knees. Deep, rich green colored orbs.
Path:
Neutrals
Characteristics.
Moods change from a sweet, loving, charming young lady to a rude, selfish, brat. Laughs when is happy, cries when is sad. Believes not to believe, not to dream, not to love and not to trust. Why? Trust was broken, love was shattered, dreams where crushed and beliefs were proved wrong. Quiet but not shy, proud but not boastful. Prefers to be alone, lost in thought. Movements are elegant like a swan, perhaps the most beautiful mare you'll ever see but is a letdown. And believes it, which is the only thing that she does believe. Others take advantaged of her, the small helpless filly, that not is not at all helpless. This femme will shake her delicate sculpted crown and fight rather than run. The loud mouth vixen stands at 13 hands, but dynamites come in small packages.
History:
Tears fell from the eyes of an angle, Don't leave me, she gasped. Don't. But the bay pelt stud walk on, with another close at his side. Happiness was sure to be with him, but now he walk, loving another. Leau as the angle is called, watch him go, tears falling quicker.
Love didn't came easy for Leau, she was abounded after birth, her mother didn't want her. She did tell the young vixen that her father would come, but she never met him or even saw him. Joy filled the filly's heart when a someone took her in, only to throw her out later. And this was a pattern in Lea's life, being found, loved, then throw out again and again. Then came alone the stud that she was positive that he would bring her happiness. The filly had never been so wrong. It only lasted a year then he left her for another, but that's how he is. So nothing happened really in her past, except for loneness but other than that her life was somewhat normal. But after he left Leau, she gave up on love, and trust, forever.
Sample Post:
A dark tan paw lifted its self and dropped into the fleshly fallen snow, its paw made a perfect copy of its self in the creamy white ground. Though wolves were common in these parts, the paw belonged a lion, mountain lion. It sniffed the ground then growled deep within its throat. A shivering vixen laid statue still in a small clearing in the underbrush. One false move would reveal her and the lion would feast tonight. But luck was on her side this time and the lion walked on and vanished deeper into the forest. The femme dare not venture out, not yet. Thunder rattled in the distance and lightening strike near, the heavens sent both rain and hail. The underbrush was in way a protective shelter for this kind of weather and the filly laid, now shivering from the cold not fear. Dark green orbs watch in growing anticipation, Must get away...must get away, the femme mumbled over and over until sleep conquered her. There was no light up in the storm throughout the night and by morn, it had only gotten worse. With sore muscles, a sandy filly crawled out from the underbrush, she grunted as hunk of ice came crashing down on the delicately sculpted crown. Then a squeal escaped her kissers and crimson tears cried down her left foreleg, staining her high sock. Leau's orbs were clouded with tears, as she limped as far as she could. But within two hours, the small vixen collapsed, and closed orbs, thinking it would be for the last time.
