Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 5:01:37 GMT
Name: Hildegard
Gender: Female
Breed: Arabian x Warmblood
Genetics: -
Age: Two
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One
Coat Color: Strawberry roan
Height: 15.3hh
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: Hildegard is still naïve about the world, but approaches it with confidence. She speaks her mind often, sometimes to a fault. She will pardon disrespect from no one. Still, she is a shy and flighty beast, quick to abandon, slow to trust.
Sample Post:
She slept sound as the stars and moon slipped over their heads, and the sky melted away into gradients of greys, then reds and golds. Heyel’s presence had gone unnoticed through the night, if perhaps his words have settled somewhere in the heart of his youngest daughter. His nearness, however, couldn’t escape Cat’s notice as soon as she resurfaced from that dreamless depth. She smelled him on her first breath, and exhaled his name as a whisper before she was fully awake.
She was sore, tired, and predisposed to grumpiness if her child hadn’t been lying right beside her. She checked her over and placed a loving lick on her forehead, and then with some miracle managed to creep toward the mouth of the den without waking her. She rested on the threshold, and eyed the hare before with approval. She felt she needed the strength red meat could provide, but the meal would wait for now. She turned her golden gaze toward the deified once-king of known repute (both good and ill) within whose historic records she was the only inconsistency. She couldn’t say she regretted it, not now. Hell, she liked being an inconsistency, it was quite a defining title for her when one looked back at her life. Yes, having a child wasn’t expected, but truth be told neither one had ever gotten what they expected from the start. They should at least appreciate an unexpected they both loved without fail.
She eyed him sideways and she raised her chin, and a knowing smile pulled at her lips “Oswin.” She said, the pride evident in her voice. “I named her Oswin. I had to spare her whatever stupid, angelic nonsense you could scrape from your head after what, a dozen children?” Her smile broadened to a wicked grin after that. She had wondered how she could get her jabs in on him over a child they had both produced. Success. “My daughter’s not settling for bottom-barrel names, thank you.”
With that, she pulled the rabbit toward her and began to tear into it with a satisfied relish.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9/10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: I’m not sure yet
Where did you find us?: Advertisement
What would you like to be called?: Edo
Gender: Female
Breed: Arabian x Warmblood
Genetics: -
Age: Two
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One
Coat Color: Strawberry roan
Height: 15.3hh
Eye Color: Brown
Personality: Hildegard is still naïve about the world, but approaches it with confidence. She speaks her mind often, sometimes to a fault. She will pardon disrespect from no one. Still, she is a shy and flighty beast, quick to abandon, slow to trust.
Sample Post:
She slept sound as the stars and moon slipped over their heads, and the sky melted away into gradients of greys, then reds and golds. Heyel’s presence had gone unnoticed through the night, if perhaps his words have settled somewhere in the heart of his youngest daughter. His nearness, however, couldn’t escape Cat’s notice as soon as she resurfaced from that dreamless depth. She smelled him on her first breath, and exhaled his name as a whisper before she was fully awake.
She was sore, tired, and predisposed to grumpiness if her child hadn’t been lying right beside her. She checked her over and placed a loving lick on her forehead, and then with some miracle managed to creep toward the mouth of the den without waking her. She rested on the threshold, and eyed the hare before with approval. She felt she needed the strength red meat could provide, but the meal would wait for now. She turned her golden gaze toward the deified once-king of known repute (both good and ill) within whose historic records she was the only inconsistency. She couldn’t say she regretted it, not now. Hell, she liked being an inconsistency, it was quite a defining title for her when one looked back at her life. Yes, having a child wasn’t expected, but truth be told neither one had ever gotten what they expected from the start. They should at least appreciate an unexpected they both loved without fail.
She eyed him sideways and she raised her chin, and a knowing smile pulled at her lips “Oswin.” She said, the pride evident in her voice. “I named her Oswin. I had to spare her whatever stupid, angelic nonsense you could scrape from your head after what, a dozen children?” Her smile broadened to a wicked grin after that. She had wondered how she could get her jabs in on him over a child they had both produced. Success. “My daughter’s not settling for bottom-barrel names, thank you.”
With that, she pulled the rabbit toward her and began to tear into it with a satisfied relish.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9/10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: I’m not sure yet
Where did you find us?: Advertisement
What would you like to be called?: Edo
