Post by AapacheBrave on Dec 23, 2008 13:02:13 GMT -5
His calling
Dunya
The time which has passed
Four summers
The blood which binds
Mustang
The height which gives power
15 hands high
The pelt of your master
Golden, with the black points of a true buckskin.
The side your ruler shall take
Neutral
The kindness of your leader
He is young yet knows the dangers of being a stallion from experience. His family sheltered him, and brought him up for as long as they could as a noble and gentle stallion.
The past which protects
He has roamed many terras and has yet to find one which suits his tastes and wants. He is searching for nothing but a family, a herd to take him in. No matter where he looks it seems he cannot find a home.
His spanish influenced blood is clear, from his noble crown to his powerful hindquarters. His finely-chiselled head sits proudly on a thick, high-crested boa. Short cannons add strength to his type and his gently sloping croup adds power. His silhouette ripples with muscle in each passing gait. Waved tresses reach to his chest while his inky banner reaches his pasterns.
Dunya
The time which has passed
Four summers
The blood which binds
Mustang
The height which gives power
15 hands high
The pelt of your master
Golden, with the black points of a true buckskin.
The side your ruler shall take
Neutral
The kindness of your leader
He is young yet knows the dangers of being a stallion from experience. His family sheltered him, and brought him up for as long as they could as a noble and gentle stallion.
The past which protects
He has roamed many terras and has yet to find one which suits his tastes and wants. He is searching for nothing but a family, a herd to take him in. No matter where he looks it seems he cannot find a home.
His spanish influenced blood is clear, from his noble crown to his powerful hindquarters. His finely-chiselled head sits proudly on a thick, high-crested boa. Short cannons add strength to his type and his gently sloping croup adds power. His silhouette ripples with muscle in each passing gait. Waved tresses reach to his chest while his inky banner reaches his pasterns.