Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 7:41:45 GMT
M O N D
Name: Mond
Gender: Stallion
Breed: [American Mustang x Thoroughbred] x [Hanoverian x Andalusian]
Age: 5 Years
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One
Coat Color: Bay
Markings: Crescent star, left front sock, left hind sock, right hind sock
Height: 16.1 hh
Eye Color: Hazel
Personality:
• Affable • Inquisitive • Adaptable • Ambitious
• Romantic • Steadfast • Loyal
• Romantic • Steadfast • Loyal
• Intrusive • Daring • Erratic • Assertive
Obsessive • Demanding
Obsessive • Demanding
Sample Post: (snippet from what I could find)
Filthy. From the top of his head straight down to his toes, her misplaced gratitude had that odd sense of guilt washing over him. Mal wanted to tell her that without him she wouldn't have been there in the first place. He wanted to tell her that his honor and honesty was a questionable thing, something she shouldn't count on because she had a hole in her side as if his lies had put it there. Instead, he closed his mouth around a chunk of bread and chewed the idea away. His grave was looking mighty crowded, but he supposed he could fit one more secret within.
Not unlike him, Mati had been by her lonesome for years. As he finished the last bits of the tiny meal he wondered if she had come to prefer it as he had. On rare nights she might huddle against his back, claiming the wolves or the cold had drove her there. What of now? The wear of solitude had Mal at a loss of how to abate her choking tears. His own throat had constricted against him as he'd sewn her back together, but mending another's sorrow was not the same as mending their wounds.
It would seem his own limbs made the decision before his thoughts could catch up. Moving with surprisingly delicacy, he eased over to the other side of the bed between her and the wall. That was where he settled and though his eyes were fixed on the rafters Mati's tension was palpable in the space between them. He was careful not to touch her. What if the slightest brush sent agony searing through her skin again? He wished to tell her she could release her tears freely, that he wouldn't think any less of her. And so he did. "You can cry, if you need to. You don't have to fight it off."
Not unlike him, Mati had been by her lonesome for years. As he finished the last bits of the tiny meal he wondered if she had come to prefer it as he had. On rare nights she might huddle against his back, claiming the wolves or the cold had drove her there. What of now? The wear of solitude had Mal at a loss of how to abate her choking tears. His own throat had constricted against him as he'd sewn her back together, but mending another's sorrow was not the same as mending their wounds.
It would seem his own limbs made the decision before his thoughts could catch up. Moving with surprisingly delicacy, he eased over to the other side of the bed between her and the wall. That was where he settled and though his eyes were fixed on the rafters Mati's tension was palpable in the space between them. He was careful not to touch her. What if the slightest brush sent agony searing through her skin again? He wished to tell her she could release her tears freely, that he wouldn't think any less of her. And so he did. "You can cry, if you need to. You don't have to fight it off."
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: I'll have to think on it. I've only just arrived, after all!
Where did you find us?: I don't even remember. I scoured the depths of the internet and somehow ended up here. Twas a frightening journey.
What would you like to be called?: Snidget
