Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 16:51:12 GMT
Name: Rin
Gender: Filly/Mare
Breed: Mustang x Irish Sport Horse Belgium Warmblood
Genetics: Optional
Age: 2
Arrived in Tathra: Summer - Year 1
Coat Color: Grullo Sabino
Height: 17
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Sweet || Shy || Loyal || Loving || Slightly Rebellious || Flighty
Rin is a sweet, little thing, though 'little' wouldn't be the ideal word to describe her. Raised by a sub-herd of mares that were part of a main herd lead by a strong stallion, Rin learned from a young age to always submit to stallions and dominate mares. This doesn't mean that she just walks around and bows her head to just any stallion or any dominate mare. She's a two year old filly!! She had a rebellious streak but she isn't violent. She talks a big game but has no formal training on how to back her words up. However, whenever she does find that stallion/mare that she wishes to follow to the ends of the earth, oh get ready boys and girls!! She has a clingy side that is just waiting to be unleashed on some poor/willing partner. This means she's a follower, not a leader. When cornered, she'd rather flee than fight, but she does know what her back hooves are for and will kick out in order to flee while whoever has cornered her is distracted.
History:
Her mother was a strong mare, the leader of a sub-herd of mares that had broken away from a main herd lead by her sire. Rin grew up among mares that both believed that mares should submit to stallions/dominate mares but those that submitted should also have the power to chose who they submitted to. Case in point, her mother was a beautiful mustang who had never mothered a foal, until at the age of 5 she found Rin's sire, a strong and fierce Irish Sport Horse x Belgium Warmblood that was the Lead Stallion of a small herd. Her mother once told her it wasn't love at first sight, in fact, her mother told her that she had fought against her sire's claim over her. But with time, understanding, and a slowly growing bond of love, Rin's mother submitted to her sire and Rin was born. Sadly, this story gave Rin a love story to follow and as a result, when Rin's first heat cycle was upon her she fought against those that tried to claim her and fled. Since then, she has simply been moving about the land. She has come across other bands and herds but normally stuck to herself and the shadows.
Sample Post:
Flies buzzed and the slight crack of a horse's tail hitting a flank seemed to echo across the distance. Under a shade tree, one back hoof cocked and her thick neck arched downwards, black mane slipping over her neck and trailing towards the ground, a single filly stood. Her tail slashed through the air once more, this time slapping against her right flank, before swishing back over to the left flank. "Damn this heat!" the filly hissed, as pale pink lips moved lazily and strong, ivory teeth chewed absently at a muzzle full of slightly baked grass.
Suddenly, her body posture changed. Her resting back hoof was no longer resting, all four hooves were planted on the ground. At least for a moment. One front hoof struck out at the ground, pawing over and over, tearing grass from the dirt and sending a few clots of dirt flying at her back legs. Her tail continued to thrash while her head left, powerfully muscled neck strained as the filly repeatedly struck out at the ground, now alternating between her right and left front hooves. She had had enough of the heat!! She wanted cool Spring and lazy Fall back. Hell!!! She'd even take the beginnings of Winter just to get away from the heat!!
The filly let out a rather unlady-like squeal of rage before settling down and returning to her relaxed position. Her outburst was over . . . and now she was upset with herself for getting so worked up. She could say that it was the heat, the flies, or the half baked grass that she didn't really want to eat, but it would all have been a lie. She had been alone for almost a whole year and the solitude was getting to her. Rin desperately wanted a herd, or even a small band, to call home. Anywhere with a small group of horses that would look out for each other and care for one another. As a lone filly, Rin had had to survive on her own and it didn't show well. Her once beautiful and well taken care of coat was now caked in a light layer of dirt, mud, and there was even dried blood here and there. She had once been a fine looking yearling that was starting to fill out nicely, but now at two, she was loosing weight and her once bright silvery brown coat was starting to loose it's shine. She even had . . . wounds!! Some wounds were light, branches snagging her in the dark woods, slipping down a steep hill or bank and cutting herself on the rock. Other wounds had been bad; a bite mark from a horse on her rump, just above her tail where an over zealous stallion had tried to claim what she wasn't offering. And then there was fresh wounds, a nasty looking slash along her left flank, just behind her front leg that she couldn't reach very well, from slipping down a hill and slamming into a branch while trying to escape a storm. That one was rather embarrassing . . . well, they all were embarrassing, but there was nothing Rin could do about it now. Sighing, Rin lowered her head just a little more, her posture screaming defeat and misery, as the little filly stood in the shade.
She just wanted a home.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: ((If I've missed it, my suggestion while kind of speak for itself)) A newbie guide and such -- There is a lot to read and it's overwhelming trying to read it all at once ((I'm having to break it up into sections to get through everything -- then again, I want to read EVERYTHING so far, so I may be bringing this onto myself))
Where did you find us?: Hallow Sins, I think
What would you like to be called?: Rin is fine
Gender: Filly/Mare
Breed: Mustang x Irish Sport Horse Belgium Warmblood
Genetics: Optional
Age: 2
Arrived in Tathra: Summer - Year 1
Coat Color: Grullo Sabino
Height: 17
Eye Color: Blue
Personality: Sweet || Shy || Loyal || Loving || Slightly Rebellious || Flighty
Rin is a sweet, little thing, though 'little' wouldn't be the ideal word to describe her. Raised by a sub-herd of mares that were part of a main herd lead by a strong stallion, Rin learned from a young age to always submit to stallions and dominate mares. This doesn't mean that she just walks around and bows her head to just any stallion or any dominate mare. She's a two year old filly!! She had a rebellious streak but she isn't violent. She talks a big game but has no formal training on how to back her words up. However, whenever she does find that stallion/mare that she wishes to follow to the ends of the earth, oh get ready boys and girls!! She has a clingy side that is just waiting to be unleashed on some poor/willing partner. This means she's a follower, not a leader. When cornered, she'd rather flee than fight, but she does know what her back hooves are for and will kick out in order to flee while whoever has cornered her is distracted.
History:
Her mother was a strong mare, the leader of a sub-herd of mares that had broken away from a main herd lead by her sire. Rin grew up among mares that both believed that mares should submit to stallions/dominate mares but those that submitted should also have the power to chose who they submitted to. Case in point, her mother was a beautiful mustang who had never mothered a foal, until at the age of 5 she found Rin's sire, a strong and fierce Irish Sport Horse x Belgium Warmblood that was the Lead Stallion of a small herd. Her mother once told her it wasn't love at first sight, in fact, her mother told her that she had fought against her sire's claim over her. But with time, understanding, and a slowly growing bond of love, Rin's mother submitted to her sire and Rin was born. Sadly, this story gave Rin a love story to follow and as a result, when Rin's first heat cycle was upon her she fought against those that tried to claim her and fled. Since then, she has simply been moving about the land. She has come across other bands and herds but normally stuck to herself and the shadows.
Sample Post:
Flies buzzed and the slight crack of a horse's tail hitting a flank seemed to echo across the distance. Under a shade tree, one back hoof cocked and her thick neck arched downwards, black mane slipping over her neck and trailing towards the ground, a single filly stood. Her tail slashed through the air once more, this time slapping against her right flank, before swishing back over to the left flank. "Damn this heat!" the filly hissed, as pale pink lips moved lazily and strong, ivory teeth chewed absently at a muzzle full of slightly baked grass.
Suddenly, her body posture changed. Her resting back hoof was no longer resting, all four hooves were planted on the ground. At least for a moment. One front hoof struck out at the ground, pawing over and over, tearing grass from the dirt and sending a few clots of dirt flying at her back legs. Her tail continued to thrash while her head left, powerfully muscled neck strained as the filly repeatedly struck out at the ground, now alternating between her right and left front hooves. She had had enough of the heat!! She wanted cool Spring and lazy Fall back. Hell!!! She'd even take the beginnings of Winter just to get away from the heat!!
The filly let out a rather unlady-like squeal of rage before settling down and returning to her relaxed position. Her outburst was over . . . and now she was upset with herself for getting so worked up. She could say that it was the heat, the flies, or the half baked grass that she didn't really want to eat, but it would all have been a lie. She had been alone for almost a whole year and the solitude was getting to her. Rin desperately wanted a herd, or even a small band, to call home. Anywhere with a small group of horses that would look out for each other and care for one another. As a lone filly, Rin had had to survive on her own and it didn't show well. Her once beautiful and well taken care of coat was now caked in a light layer of dirt, mud, and there was even dried blood here and there. She had once been a fine looking yearling that was starting to fill out nicely, but now at two, she was loosing weight and her once bright silvery brown coat was starting to loose it's shine. She even had . . . wounds!! Some wounds were light, branches snagging her in the dark woods, slipping down a steep hill or bank and cutting herself on the rock. Other wounds had been bad; a bite mark from a horse on her rump, just above her tail where an over zealous stallion had tried to claim what she wasn't offering. And then there was fresh wounds, a nasty looking slash along her left flank, just behind her front leg that she couldn't reach very well, from slipping down a hill and slamming into a branch while trying to escape a storm. That one was rather embarrassing . . . well, they all were embarrassing, but there was nothing Rin could do about it now. Sighing, Rin lowered her head just a little more, her posture screaming defeat and misery, as the little filly stood in the shade.
She just wanted a home.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: ((If I've missed it, my suggestion while kind of speak for itself)) A newbie guide and such -- There is a lot to read and it's overwhelming trying to read it all at once ((I'm having to break it up into sections to get through everything -- then again, I want to read EVERYTHING so far, so I may be bringing this onto myself))
Where did you find us?: Hallow Sins, I think
What would you like to be called?: Rin is fine
