KHAN

[KK]

Name: Khan.
Gender: Mare.
Breed: Andalusian, Bashkir Curly, Marwari.
Genetics: --
Age: Three years.
Arrived in Tathra: Spring, Year One.
Coat Color: Khan is a pale dun perlino. Her legs are long and smooth and marred by dark clay-colored leg barring. Because of her Curly genes, Khan has a thick and tangled mass of curls for both her mane and tail. At the very top of Khan’s mane and tail she has white frosting that fades to a dark clay color.
Height: 16.2 hh.
Eye Color: Pale grey with flecks of dark amber.

Personality: Cold, distant, flickering, irate, secretive, elusive, stubborn, thick-skinned, brash. Understanding, empathetic, calculating, intelligent, sexual, heated.
History: --

Sample Post: As the moon stretched its tired arms and yawned a goodbye, Khan shook awake her dew-covered coat. Her eyes, though just opened, were bright with an alert irritation - she hated waking up. She snapped her tail against her damp rump and sighed as if she were years older than she was. Khan was an old soul, consumed by the need to be young. Her mouth twisted in a grim and imperceptible smile, she pressed her shivering body through the foliage.

Winters in Tathra were sometimes so bitterly cold that Khan wondered how she was not an ice sculpture by morning. She bundled up, shoulders tense and shaking from the cruel breeze that ripped peace from her skin. Khan did not mind, though, for she felt she and the winter shared a kinship. The hard grip of the season reminded Khan that she was still alive, but she also just fucking hated to sweat (it was undignified). Winter was Khan’s ice cold clarity. When it snowed, Khan could hide away and ponder each sweet flake without interruption. She felt safe as the only creature daring enough to stay transient through a drought of comfort. Sometimes she went hungry, and sometimes she went days without the touch of a warm cave.

Khan paused in her destinationless trek. It had been months since she felt the warmth of another. She could recall the haunting roar of past lovers. Now, she was shivering due to very different reasons. She thought it might be time to find another, if only for one rough night.

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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 10. <3
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: I just got back!
Where did you find us?: I'm an oldy.
What would you like to be called?: KK.

[Kezz]

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