Post by WICKED on Jul 7, 2015 19:29:05 GMT
Name: Morganna
Gender: Mare
Breed: [American Mustang x Spanish Mustang] x Appendix Quarter Horse
Genetics: ee/Aa/nO
Age: Three
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 1
Coat Color: Chestnut Frame Overo
Height: 14.3
Eye Color: Caramel Brown
Personality: Morganna is still young and has much learning to do. She is headstrong and driven, with dreams to have her own herd and land someday. The rest is yet to be discovered.
History: Morganna is the granddaughter of Sun Runner and Moth, and the daughter of Mazkii (from v1). She grew up in a large, loving family, where everyone was well cared for and surrounded by supportive family members and friends. Both her grandsire, her sire, and her uncle all spent years as herd leaders, and she's got the desire for power in her blood. She traveled here with her best friend/cousin, Nacht.
Sample Post: The sunny skies betrayed the turmoil that roiled in his heart. Birds sang in the treetops and a pleasant breeze whispered through the grass, and Wilhelm hated it. Today it should be raining - pouring - a reflection of the darkness inside of him. His little sister, beautiful but sickly Venetia, had been left behind. For over a year he had been her guardian, her protector. After their mother was stolen by Rowtag, Wilhelm had been the only one left to care for the young filly. And now he'd been stolen, too. What was Nerissa doing, letting all her herd members get whisked away? Didn't she care about them at all? He cantered into Cattail Lake with one thought on his mind: to find Fell, the one who had stolen him. They had to talk strategy, had to get Venetia out of the Den. The land was pleasant on the eye. Simple, open, and swishing with tall cattails that grew on the banks of the river for which it was named. The openness made Wilhelm a bit nervous, for he had grown up surrounded by thick trees in the Den. He felt exposed here - vulnerable. So when he saw a brindled lady standing near the trunk of an old willow tree, he went directly to her. "Afternoon," he clipped, and then he drank in a few gulps of breath. It wasn't easy to canter so far for so long. He was out of shape. "I'm looking for Fell. Do you know where I can find her?"
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: Now that we've got it rejuvenated, definitely a 10!
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: Keeping activity up ^^
Where did you find us?: I made us.
What would you like to be called?: Wicked
Gender: Mare
Breed: [American Mustang x Spanish Mustang] x Appendix Quarter Horse
Genetics: ee/Aa/nO
Age: Three
Arrived in MUSTANG: Spring, Year 1
Coat Color: Chestnut Frame Overo
Height: 14.3
Eye Color: Caramel Brown
Personality: Morganna is still young and has much learning to do. She is headstrong and driven, with dreams to have her own herd and land someday. The rest is yet to be discovered.
History: Morganna is the granddaughter of Sun Runner and Moth, and the daughter of Mazkii (from v1). She grew up in a large, loving family, where everyone was well cared for and surrounded by supportive family members and friends. Both her grandsire, her sire, and her uncle all spent years as herd leaders, and she's got the desire for power in her blood. She traveled here with her best friend/cousin, Nacht.
Sample Post: The sunny skies betrayed the turmoil that roiled in his heart. Birds sang in the treetops and a pleasant breeze whispered through the grass, and Wilhelm hated it. Today it should be raining - pouring - a reflection of the darkness inside of him. His little sister, beautiful but sickly Venetia, had been left behind. For over a year he had been her guardian, her protector. After their mother was stolen by Rowtag, Wilhelm had been the only one left to care for the young filly. And now he'd been stolen, too. What was Nerissa doing, letting all her herd members get whisked away? Didn't she care about them at all? He cantered into Cattail Lake with one thought on his mind: to find Fell, the one who had stolen him. They had to talk strategy, had to get Venetia out of the Den. The land was pleasant on the eye. Simple, open, and swishing with tall cattails that grew on the banks of the river for which it was named. The openness made Wilhelm a bit nervous, for he had grown up surrounded by thick trees in the Den. He felt exposed here - vulnerable. So when he saw a brindled lady standing near the trunk of an old willow tree, he went directly to her. "Afternoon," he clipped, and then he drank in a few gulps of breath. It wasn't easy to canter so far for so long. He was out of shape. "I'm looking for Fell. Do you know where I can find her?"
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: Now that we've got it rejuvenated, definitely a 10!
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: Keeping activity up ^^
Where did you find us?: I made us.
What would you like to be called?: Wicked
