Post by PAN<3 on Mar 6, 2009 15:11:57 GMT -5
Name: Unless you hadn't already guessed it's Pannueta.
Pan for short. And no I'm not the cooking utensil variety.
Age: *ponders* Six
Gender: Girl, oops sorry I mean mare.
Breed: Lusitano x Criollo baby
Color: I'm a dapple grey.
Markings: Nothing special, just dapples
Alliance: The Lights!
Foals: had no little critters
Personality: Hm, where to begin? I'm quite inquisitive, in a silent way, I like to listen to other horses stories. See I listen before I really talk to somebody. Of course I'll say hello and be polite and make small talk, but I won't really talk to you properly. Not for a while. Not till I know you.
And once I do, I become known as "The Grey Rock" someone to lean on when in need and someone who can listen in times of hardship.
I worry over the tiniest of things, but meet disaster with calmness and composure.
History:
My mother, a grey criollo and slightly dizzy bless her, nutured me in slightly warmer climates than these when I was younger. My father, a iron grey Lusitano still roams these climates with my dam to this day. But thier getting long in the tooth, as you do.
I left when I was around five years of age, with a dear friend of mine, Jetta, a black Lusitano. We were seperated at the age of six, thanks to some god damned broncs who claimed us.
The stallion who claimed me was a arrogant fool, and so far up his own backside you wouldn't believe.
I soon left that herd.
Little did I realise that that pompass ass had a brother. Yep. Well this egit followed my scent. And tried to claim me for himself. I said no. We fought. He won. When he wasn't looking I ran.
As you can tell these memories are choppy for me, ecuase there painful, just like the wounds he inflicted.
Sample Post:
My tail twitched, my nervous habit. I very rarely get nervous, I just get anxious, but most folks often get confused with these two, so scratch that, lets say I'm nervous.
I'm nervous because, I am constantly looking over my shoulder. And after a while I've gotten a cramp there, and beads of sweat have turned my light dapples a dark shade of grey. My pace is fast, not my usual leasurely walk. Its almost a jog, if I'm honest.
Why can't that darned fool leave me alone! My teeth grind in irratation as I spy the horribly familiar form in my perpherial vision. Again.
I'm normally quite patient, but something inside me snaps. I stop moving forward and turn to face my follower, my temporary shadow. The smug smile on his face makes me want to slap him.
Given up? He chides.
I glare up at the blood bay mongrel infront of me. He's a beast to look at, huge and muscly, but not nice to look at. Of course, he thinks he's the next best thing ever. Period.
Get it into your thick head Luty. My teeth came together with a sharp click as I said "thick". Leave me alone!I mock charged him, thrusting my head up, ears pinned back.
He laughed. I glared even more. He sidled closer, eyeing up the long graze on my left shoulder, it stung slightly, but I hardly noticed the pain. I just stared straight at the stallion who had inflicted the injury.
Back off. I growled, lowering my head.
He reached towards me, neck outsretched. I squealed and raked the air with my forelegs. I said Back Off!
The brute shot backwards, missing my aiming hooves. He laughed at himself, or at me, I couldn't tell, whinnied in mockery and cantered off. I felt the need to chase after him and drag him back to make him appolagise. But alas he was gone! And I wasn't going to seek his company again.
Picture:
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Pan for short. And no I'm not the cooking utensil variety.
Age: *ponders* Six
Gender: Girl, oops sorry I mean mare.
Breed: Lusitano x Criollo baby
Color: I'm a dapple grey.
Markings: Nothing special, just dapples
Alliance: The Lights!
Foals: had no little critters
Personality: Hm, where to begin? I'm quite inquisitive, in a silent way, I like to listen to other horses stories. See I listen before I really talk to somebody. Of course I'll say hello and be polite and make small talk, but I won't really talk to you properly. Not for a while. Not till I know you.
And once I do, I become known as "The Grey Rock" someone to lean on when in need and someone who can listen in times of hardship.
I worry over the tiniest of things, but meet disaster with calmness and composure.
History:
My mother, a grey criollo and slightly dizzy bless her, nutured me in slightly warmer climates than these when I was younger. My father, a iron grey Lusitano still roams these climates with my dam to this day. But thier getting long in the tooth, as you do.
I left when I was around five years of age, with a dear friend of mine, Jetta, a black Lusitano. We were seperated at the age of six, thanks to some god damned broncs who claimed us.
The stallion who claimed me was a arrogant fool, and so far up his own backside you wouldn't believe.
I soon left that herd.
Little did I realise that that pompass ass had a brother. Yep. Well this egit followed my scent. And tried to claim me for himself. I said no. We fought. He won. When he wasn't looking I ran.
As you can tell these memories are choppy for me, ecuase there painful, just like the wounds he inflicted.
Sample Post:
My tail twitched, my nervous habit. I very rarely get nervous, I just get anxious, but most folks often get confused with these two, so scratch that, lets say I'm nervous.
I'm nervous because, I am constantly looking over my shoulder. And after a while I've gotten a cramp there, and beads of sweat have turned my light dapples a dark shade of grey. My pace is fast, not my usual leasurely walk. Its almost a jog, if I'm honest.
Why can't that darned fool leave me alone! My teeth grind in irratation as I spy the horribly familiar form in my perpherial vision. Again.
I'm normally quite patient, but something inside me snaps. I stop moving forward and turn to face my follower, my temporary shadow. The smug smile on his face makes me want to slap him.
Given up? He chides.
I glare up at the blood bay mongrel infront of me. He's a beast to look at, huge and muscly, but not nice to look at. Of course, he thinks he's the next best thing ever. Period.
Get it into your thick head Luty. My teeth came together with a sharp click as I said "thick". Leave me alone!I mock charged him, thrusting my head up, ears pinned back.
He laughed. I glared even more. He sidled closer, eyeing up the long graze on my left shoulder, it stung slightly, but I hardly noticed the pain. I just stared straight at the stallion who had inflicted the injury.
Back off. I growled, lowering my head.
He reached towards me, neck outsretched. I squealed and raked the air with my forelegs. I said Back Off!
The brute shot backwards, missing my aiming hooves. He laughed at himself, or at me, I couldn't tell, whinnied in mockery and cantered off. I felt the need to chase after him and drag him back to make him appolagise. But alas he was gone! And I wasn't going to seek his company again.
Picture:
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