Post by .:.Aggie.:. on Sept 12, 2008 0:09:56 GMT -5
Name: Vashti
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 15.0
Color and body type: When one thinks of the perfect cow horse an image comes to mind- the American Quarter Horse. Vashti carries this image and she wears it well. Her short, refined head blends well through her neck and into her broad chest. Strong, muscular legs carry the elegant mare across the terrain of the wild horse, these well toned legs kept her up to pace with the other herds of the lands. A smaller frame compared to some of her breed, she is agile and quick on rugged hooves. Muscular hind quarters stand out amongst some of the scrawnier of the horses, though her flow is flawless. Nothing seems out of place on the mare, except for perhaps a jagged scar the run vertical through her left shoulder. Her grulla color is eye catching, a silver like tail the swats at flies as she grazes. Long wavy mane hangs across an elegant neck, and a longer forelock adds a screen of mystery to the mare. Her orbs seem so blank and lifeless at times, but the dark brown will glimmer with happiness when the moment is right.
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: Vashti is a funny mare- flighty as a young foal she never really escaped that personality. Timid and shy amongst most, she will flee before she fights. She shows very little emotion amongst the others, keeping to herself for the most part- some would call her odd, and other mysterious- whatever they call her she shows no heed to their words. A simple animal she prefers the solitude of a lone grazer, staying farther from the band- the songs of the hawk calls, the crickets chirping, sounds of the wild are what sooth the flight within her. Her flighty nature should not overcrowd her curiosity for new things- these humans are of interest when they wander about her lands, but she is not stupid- never does she wander close enough to get caught. Impressive sights at full speed- many wranglers have wanted her but none could keep pace.
History: She is the classic wild horse- born and raised in the canyons and planes of the west. As a yearling she separated from her birth herd and wandered off on her own. For a few years she was sent from herd to herd following stallions among the many, but as time grew on she was tired of the constant change and settled for a life of solitude. She stays away from the bands, but within vicinity that if something was to happen, she would be safe. As a two year old she had been rounded up with a bunch of rogue stallions by some wranglers but had done what she needed to do to escape their grasp. Sadly, some barbed wire got in her- the only reminder of that day shows on her left shoulder, a jagged scar.
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Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse
Height: 15.0
Color and body type: When one thinks of the perfect cow horse an image comes to mind- the American Quarter Horse. Vashti carries this image and she wears it well. Her short, refined head blends well through her neck and into her broad chest. Strong, muscular legs carry the elegant mare across the terrain of the wild horse, these well toned legs kept her up to pace with the other herds of the lands. A smaller frame compared to some of her breed, she is agile and quick on rugged hooves. Muscular hind quarters stand out amongst some of the scrawnier of the horses, though her flow is flawless. Nothing seems out of place on the mare, except for perhaps a jagged scar the run vertical through her left shoulder. Her grulla color is eye catching, a silver like tail the swats at flies as she grazes. Long wavy mane hangs across an elegant neck, and a longer forelock adds a screen of mystery to the mare. Her orbs seem so blank and lifeless at times, but the dark brown will glimmer with happiness when the moment is right.
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: Vashti is a funny mare- flighty as a young foal she never really escaped that personality. Timid and shy amongst most, she will flee before she fights. She shows very little emotion amongst the others, keeping to herself for the most part- some would call her odd, and other mysterious- whatever they call her she shows no heed to their words. A simple animal she prefers the solitude of a lone grazer, staying farther from the band- the songs of the hawk calls, the crickets chirping, sounds of the wild are what sooth the flight within her. Her flighty nature should not overcrowd her curiosity for new things- these humans are of interest when they wander about her lands, but she is not stupid- never does she wander close enough to get caught. Impressive sights at full speed- many wranglers have wanted her but none could keep pace.
History: She is the classic wild horse- born and raised in the canyons and planes of the west. As a yearling she separated from her birth herd and wandered off on her own. For a few years she was sent from herd to herd following stallions among the many, but as time grew on she was tired of the constant change and settled for a life of solitude. She stays away from the bands, but within vicinity that if something was to happen, she would be safe. As a two year old she had been rounded up with a bunch of rogue stallions by some wranglers but had done what she needed to do to escape their grasp. Sadly, some barbed wire got in her- the only reminder of that day shows on her left shoulder, a jagged scar.
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