Post by .:.Aggie.:. on Sept 10, 2008 17:06:26 GMT -5
Name: Tayen
Age: 2
Gender: Mare
Breed: American Paint Horse
Height: 15.2
Color and Body Build: Like most other paint horses, Tayen was the complete package, a great ready for work build but at the same time she carried and feminine air about here, especially in her head and neck. Her chest is broad, her shoulder smooth. Muscular legs support the build most wranglers would kill for in a good working stock horse. Very level over her back the muscles run clean all the way through in her strong, well muscled hind quarters. Her mane is dual in color, a dark brown on top that blends into the white. She is not what most would consider a flashy animal, but she has her points. Some would say that you could read her soul within her two dark pools. A small white snip on her nose interrupts the solid color of a graceful head. She is a site to see when her frame races across pastures and mountain passes, but they would call one foolish if they based everything on looks.
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: As to the breed’s nature, Tayen is a level headed intelligent animal. Her temper is quiet, her voice soft. She is not a mare to go pushing for anything, but is not afraid to lead when the time comes. To underestimate the young animal would be a fateful mistake; she can be hot when in the right situation. She is a caring sort, looks out for the wounded or abandoned- some would call her weak, others say a god send. She could care less about what the others say of her, she is who she is and there is no changing anything about her.
History: Her mother was a bay tobiano much like herself, though perhaps a more feminine frame to her. She had been born atop one of the mountain ranges that surrounded the lands of the wild horses, a free spirit they had called her from a young age. As a yearling their band split up upon the death of the death of their faithful leader, some mares went towards the light lands others towards the dark- she however stayed alone. Her mother had lost her life to a bobcat a few months shy of Taylen’s year mark. For a year she wandered alone along the ridges, through the small undisturbed fields. For a short time she even wandered about the grazing lands that the humans used for their obnoxious ruminants, but she did not hang around long once she noticed these humans studying her. She now has made a conscious effort to bring herself back towards the equines, for a lone mare cannot accomplish much on her own.
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Age: 2
Gender: Mare
Breed: American Paint Horse
Height: 15.2
Color and Body Build: Like most other paint horses, Tayen was the complete package, a great ready for work build but at the same time she carried and feminine air about here, especially in her head and neck. Her chest is broad, her shoulder smooth. Muscular legs support the build most wranglers would kill for in a good working stock horse. Very level over her back the muscles run clean all the way through in her strong, well muscled hind quarters. Her mane is dual in color, a dark brown on top that blends into the white. She is not what most would consider a flashy animal, but she has her points. Some would say that you could read her soul within her two dark pools. A small white snip on her nose interrupts the solid color of a graceful head. She is a site to see when her frame races across pastures and mountain passes, but they would call one foolish if they based everything on looks.
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: As to the breed’s nature, Tayen is a level headed intelligent animal. Her temper is quiet, her voice soft. She is not a mare to go pushing for anything, but is not afraid to lead when the time comes. To underestimate the young animal would be a fateful mistake; she can be hot when in the right situation. She is a caring sort, looks out for the wounded or abandoned- some would call her weak, others say a god send. She could care less about what the others say of her, she is who she is and there is no changing anything about her.
History: Her mother was a bay tobiano much like herself, though perhaps a more feminine frame to her. She had been born atop one of the mountain ranges that surrounded the lands of the wild horses, a free spirit they had called her from a young age. As a yearling their band split up upon the death of the death of their faithful leader, some mares went towards the light lands others towards the dark- she however stayed alone. Her mother had lost her life to a bobcat a few months shy of Taylen’s year mark. For a year she wandered alone along the ridges, through the small undisturbed fields. For a short time she even wandered about the grazing lands that the humans used for their obnoxious ruminants, but she did not hang around long once she noticed these humans studying her. She now has made a conscious effort to bring herself back towards the equines, for a lone mare cannot accomplish much on her own.
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