Post by Porl on Apr 23, 2009 17:01:15 GMT -5
Name: Porl
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Breed: Quarter Horse
Color: Black
Markings: White star
Alliance: Neutral
Foals: Deceased
Personality: Very quiet and compassionate. Porl is rather soft spoken and tries to stay out of the spot light. She enjoys finding happiness in little things, and tends to hide out in the background.
History: The night was long and dreary, the luminous moon beat down on the emaciated mare like a large wooden bat. Sleep deprived the fragile Porl, the maris was constantly haunted my abandonment. Her memories were faint, like a gentle whisper.. Heavy, onyx eyelids closed over her auburn optics, begging for a night of rest that never came. Shuffling across the deep sand, Porl remembers the day when the herd's stallion had died, shortly after her mother, and the lead mare. As a foal, the words "no hope" frequently crossed her mind. Now, three years later, they appear again..
Sample Post: a lone mare wandered through the snow-covered fairytale, her head raised and eyes closed as she inhaled the chilly, fresh scent of new-fallen snow. her step was light and airy as she strode forward, gently lowering and raising her head in tune to her own stride. she enjoyed the quiet peacefulness of it all. she exhaled, watching the white ghost evaporate before her. despite her affection for the colder days, the freezing temperatures still got on her nerves. a chill spread up from her spine to the tips of her limbs, sending her in a small spree of shivers.
one slender ear flipped forward as the sight of a lone figure came into her line of vision. her curiosity flared and her neck lowered in a slender arch and audibles pricked forward, showing clearly her feelings. as she reached him her dished face elevated, gravity pulling her downy forelock over her almond eyes. her pleasing head bobbed slightly, though her attention was solely on the captivating beast before her. she stood tall, her posture brilliant and equally suave. she smiled lightly before walking forward, "Hi," her delicate voice rang through the land. Her voice was almost too quiet, constantly reminding the mare of the name she was given, mouse.
Picture: Above