Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2015 8:26:55 GMT
Name: ahriel
Gender: female
Breed: shagya arab x morgan x saddlebred
Age: two
Arrived in Tathra: summer, year one
Coat Color: closest to ivory champagne/gold cream, very light pangare patterning ref
Height: 14.2
Eye Color: amber, flecks of green
Personality: aloof, hard time distinguishing and indulging her own emotions, even though she may feel them deeply, and when she does display them, they are often superficial ( meaning what she thinks is expected of her, rather than what she may/may not be feeling ). terrified of forming bonds. isn't afraid to step on toes to get her way, usually without realising it. will deflect to jokes and even mockery if a situation gets too serious for her liking.
Sample Post:
It is the shuffling of feet in the sand, the sudden presence of something behind you, the way he clears his throat that rips your eyes from the sea, forces you to swallow the lump in your throat, to hide away your tender heart.
‘Are you alright?’
Annoyance fills the aching void within you, partially for him and his intrusion, and part for yourself for expecting to be left alone. You pirouette on tiny heals, stopping to face the darkness of his skin dead on, a frown tugging subtly at the corners of your lips.
Whatever defiance you had felt rising within you dissipates in those eyes reflecting the sun the moment you look at him, blinking with a stunned confusion. Forcing your eyes elsewhere on his masculine face, the strange blue of his neck, the multitude of color within the curls of his hair, rivaling the length of your own, you decide you do not wish to risk him asking further questions, and so with a quick, almost silent huff, you feign happiness, lips curving to a smile, hiding all of your insecurities and not-good-enoughs and I-wishes.
“Yes. Why shouldn't I be?”
The lie comes easy enough, though the taste is strange, bitter, and slightly guilt-inducing. You had never made a habit of lying, though none of this was (is) any of his business. You had meant to be alone, to stay alone, but with an inner shrug you suppose that that cannot be changed. He had already intruded on something that you had meant to remain private, and you do not see the sense in not making the best of it. And so you relent, your mismatched eyes once again find the sunflower colors of his own, your natural curiosity punching holes through the raw emotions swirling inside of you. “Are you?”
(304 words)
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: from first impressions, probably close to an 8/8.5/10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: nada. :3
Where did you find us?: i used to be part of the site
like a couple years back.
What would you like to be called?: kels/kelsey
Gender: female
Breed: shagya arab x morgan x saddlebred
Age: two
Arrived in Tathra: summer, year one
Coat Color: closest to ivory champagne/gold cream, very light pangare patterning ref
Height: 14.2
Eye Color: amber, flecks of green
Personality: aloof, hard time distinguishing and indulging her own emotions, even though she may feel them deeply, and when she does display them, they are often superficial ( meaning what she thinks is expected of her, rather than what she may/may not be feeling ). terrified of forming bonds. isn't afraid to step on toes to get her way, usually without realising it. will deflect to jokes and even mockery if a situation gets too serious for her liking.
Sample Post:
It is the shuffling of feet in the sand, the sudden presence of something behind you, the way he clears his throat that rips your eyes from the sea, forces you to swallow the lump in your throat, to hide away your tender heart.
‘Are you alright?’
Annoyance fills the aching void within you, partially for him and his intrusion, and part for yourself for expecting to be left alone. You pirouette on tiny heals, stopping to face the darkness of his skin dead on, a frown tugging subtly at the corners of your lips.
Whatever defiance you had felt rising within you dissipates in those eyes reflecting the sun the moment you look at him, blinking with a stunned confusion. Forcing your eyes elsewhere on his masculine face, the strange blue of his neck, the multitude of color within the curls of his hair, rivaling the length of your own, you decide you do not wish to risk him asking further questions, and so with a quick, almost silent huff, you feign happiness, lips curving to a smile, hiding all of your insecurities and not-good-enoughs and I-wishes.
“Yes. Why shouldn't I be?”
The lie comes easy enough, though the taste is strange, bitter, and slightly guilt-inducing. You had never made a habit of lying, though none of this was (is) any of his business. You had meant to be alone, to stay alone, but with an inner shrug you suppose that that cannot be changed. He had already intruded on something that you had meant to remain private, and you do not see the sense in not making the best of it. And so you relent, your mismatched eyes once again find the sunflower colors of his own, your natural curiosity punching holes through the raw emotions swirling inside of you. “Are you?”
(304 words)
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: from first impressions, probably close to an 8/8.5/10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: nada. :3
Where did you find us?: i used to be part of the site
like a couple years back.What would you like to be called?: kels/kelsey
