Post by jadewing on Apr 13, 2009 11:45:29 GMT -5
Alright, let's get this started. Your name?
Hello! My name is Leanna
Finally, someone who doesn't bite my head off! Your gender?
Female of course
Of course. And your age?
I'm 6 yrs old
Your height?
I'm only 13.2hh
Your breed?
Mustang
Alright. Your eye and pelt color?
Okay. My eyes are chocolate brown. And my pelt is ..well a sort cremello. Although it's silvery and shiny.
Oh! And uh....any markings?
-Sighs- Yes. I have about 3 scars on my flanks from a..a wolf fight.
I'm sorry about that. Could you explain your mental health?
If you insist. I'm a quiet horse. I don't like being the center of attention and don't like others to worry about me. I'm usually saying things like, "I'm fine" or "Don't worry about me". You understand, right? But I'm tough and can take care of myself. I only do what's right and nothing else. I take orders well, unless I don't think they are right. I am scared to be affectionate to anyone because of Sorro. (You'll learn in my history). My soft spot is foals...oh how I miss mine! I have a bit of a temper but try to keep it under control.
Hmm....that reminds me. Your history, Miss Leanna?
Oh...um..okay...
Wow, where do I begin? I was born far, far away from here. It's all fuzzy memories now, and nothing of importance happened there. I left when I was only 2 and a half years old. I was younger and foolish enough to take refuge in a place called Homeland, where many wolves were located. Luckily there was a stallion named Sorro that took me in. He was kind, and caring and...well..-giggles- handsome. It wasn't long before we were in love with each other. I was his Lead mare, and we had a small herd. Black Lightning, one of my best friends had a foal a month or two later, but he was stillborn. I was then worried about having a foal. I had many doubts. But then I found out I was going to have a foal! I admit, I was exscatic!
After many months of carrying my foal, I found out I was going to have not 1, but 2! I gave birth to a cold and a filly. Sorro and I named them Sage and Fennel. They were good little foals.
When they were 2 years old, they planned to leave. But then the wolves attacked Sorro and I. Fennel tried to help his father, but it was too late. Both were killed in the fight. Sage, Black Lightning and I were stricken with grief. Heartbroken, Sage left me and Lightning alone.
A year after the tragedy, Lightning was claimed by a stallion, and I was left alone. I wandered here. When I was closest to the border of a territory, a stallion came at me and force bred me. He left and I had his foal. The little filly died after a few months, due to a terrible sickness.
Oh my! You poor thing. Well, I think that's everything about you.Thank you.