Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2015 18:22:01 GMT
Name: Xaohroa
Gender: stallion
Breed: Gypsy Vanner x Shire x Clydesdale x Paint x Mustang
Genetics: Optional
Age: 5 years old
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One
Coat Color: Grulla roan overo sabino with rabicano
Height: 17
Eye Color: blue
Personality: optional!
History: optional!
Sample Post: Israfiel was so sick of the changes. However, hopefully now things would get back to normal. With his late queen disapearing, he wondered what he would do now. There were rumors that she had long since passed and now her daughter, Stella, would be claiming her place as queen in the herd. This had left the dark bay stallion quite on edge. He was just getting used to Tainted Love and now she was gone. It was already hard enough for the stallion to let himself get close to someone, even if it was just as friends. He wasn't exactly the easiest to get along with so he hoped that Stella was patient. Then again, he really hoped she was mature enough to run a herd. He really needed someone at his side to run this herd and bring in members if they were ever to be taken seriously among the other herds.
Just thinking about it, Israfiel spat. It left a sour taste in his mouth knowing that the herd that he had come to rule was slowling dwindling. He wasn't really sure what to do in that moment. The herd needed a unified ruling, and right now, nothing was unified. Everything was up in the air and that bothered the dark bay stud to no end. That was another reason he thought it would be a good idea to gather all the members of the herd and find out where everyone stood on the matters at hand. He needed to show them that he was still there for them and that he had no left. Things were too quiet around the ruins, too eriely quiet.
Israfiel stood in the silence of the ruins. He had let out his call and now he waited. However, as he stood there, a soft low growl seemed to be leaking through the walls. His auds went alert and he stood prepared to defend his lands. How dare an intruder come into his private quarters. The stud waited for the source of the sound to show themselves. First, they let out a call. It was feminane in sound and at first, Israfiel thought he was hearing Tainted Love. He grew quickly confused as he watched the femme let herself into the light. No, this was not his late queen. But she smelled similar.
"I'm here...But who are you and why are you calling a meeting?" Had she no clue who he was? Clearly this fae was descendent of her mother, Tainted Love but was not her, that he was sure of. But why was she so defensive on why he was there? The stud tilted his head again. Finally, he spoke, "I am Israfiel. I am the King of these lands." He paused for a moment, "You smell of your mother, Tainted Love." It was more of a statement than a question of who she was.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 8.
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: n/a
Where did you find us?: been a member before on one of the other versions
What would you like to be called?: Bliss
Gender: stallion
Breed: Gypsy Vanner x Shire x Clydesdale x Paint x Mustang
Genetics: Optional
Age: 5 years old
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One
Coat Color: Grulla roan overo sabino with rabicano
Height: 17
Eye Color: blue
Personality: optional!
History: optional!
Sample Post: Israfiel was so sick of the changes. However, hopefully now things would get back to normal. With his late queen disapearing, he wondered what he would do now. There were rumors that she had long since passed and now her daughter, Stella, would be claiming her place as queen in the herd. This had left the dark bay stallion quite on edge. He was just getting used to Tainted Love and now she was gone. It was already hard enough for the stallion to let himself get close to someone, even if it was just as friends. He wasn't exactly the easiest to get along with so he hoped that Stella was patient. Then again, he really hoped she was mature enough to run a herd. He really needed someone at his side to run this herd and bring in members if they were ever to be taken seriously among the other herds.
Just thinking about it, Israfiel spat. It left a sour taste in his mouth knowing that the herd that he had come to rule was slowling dwindling. He wasn't really sure what to do in that moment. The herd needed a unified ruling, and right now, nothing was unified. Everything was up in the air and that bothered the dark bay stud to no end. That was another reason he thought it would be a good idea to gather all the members of the herd and find out where everyone stood on the matters at hand. He needed to show them that he was still there for them and that he had no left. Things were too quiet around the ruins, too eriely quiet.
Israfiel stood in the silence of the ruins. He had let out his call and now he waited. However, as he stood there, a soft low growl seemed to be leaking through the walls. His auds went alert and he stood prepared to defend his lands. How dare an intruder come into his private quarters. The stud waited for the source of the sound to show themselves. First, they let out a call. It was feminane in sound and at first, Israfiel thought he was hearing Tainted Love. He grew quickly confused as he watched the femme let herself into the light. No, this was not his late queen. But she smelled similar.
"I'm here...But who are you and why are you calling a meeting?" Had she no clue who he was? Clearly this fae was descendent of her mother, Tainted Love but was not her, that he was sure of. But why was she so defensive on why he was there? The stud tilted his head again. Finally, he spoke, "I am Israfiel. I am the King of these lands." He paused for a moment, "You smell of your mother, Tainted Love." It was more of a statement than a question of who she was.
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 8.
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: n/a
Where did you find us?: been a member before on one of the other versions
What would you like to be called?: Bliss
