Post by ridge on Mar 21, 2009 10:37:24 GMT -5
Name: Ridge
Age: 3 winters
Gender: Essa
Breed: Thoroughbred x Mustang
Color: dark brown
Markings: white mark down her nose and black socks
Alliance: neutral
Foals: none yet
Personality: she is shy to say the least but can be very out going. This young horse has a lot left in her and was made for speed.
History: Not quite a pure thoroughbred seeing that her father was half mustang, she has escaped the life of a race horse and into the wild. <i> How?</i> It was her first year at work until she tripped on the track. A lucky horse this one is, some person offered to buy her for a price you couldn't refuse. She lived half a year on a farm with other horses living a peaceful life until one day, the gate was left open and she escaped to roam free.
Sample Post: a young Essa padded threw the fields her nasals taking in the wonderful scents around her. For a year and a half she had lived wild, but she could never get over the scents and smelled the wild had blessed her with. No longer in the harsh conditions of a race horse life, no longer in the boring life of a riding horse either, but she was neutral, living in the wild. This was well where she was belonged and she would never leave. Her father had once lived here and his spirit ran threw her veins.
Her audits pricked forward at the noise of a mountain lion prowling near by. A warning stop from her hoof warned the lion to stay well clear of her. She was a healthy horse and would put up a good fight. A faint smile played around her lips as the lion passed. But something crept upon her and stung like a barb wire fence. She was lonely, she had no one to enjoy their company with. She needed a friend, a herd.
Ridge began to ease into a slow trot, she had to keep going until she found what she was looking for.
Picture:
Age: 3 winters
Gender: Essa
Breed: Thoroughbred x Mustang
Color: dark brown
Markings: white mark down her nose and black socks
Alliance: neutral
Foals: none yet
Personality: she is shy to say the least but can be very out going. This young horse has a lot left in her and was made for speed.
History: Not quite a pure thoroughbred seeing that her father was half mustang, she has escaped the life of a race horse and into the wild. <i> How?</i> It was her first year at work until she tripped on the track. A lucky horse this one is, some person offered to buy her for a price you couldn't refuse. She lived half a year on a farm with other horses living a peaceful life until one day, the gate was left open and she escaped to roam free.
Sample Post: a young Essa padded threw the fields her nasals taking in the wonderful scents around her. For a year and a half she had lived wild, but she could never get over the scents and smelled the wild had blessed her with. No longer in the harsh conditions of a race horse life, no longer in the boring life of a riding horse either, but she was neutral, living in the wild. This was well where she was belonged and she would never leave. Her father had once lived here and his spirit ran threw her veins.
Her audits pricked forward at the noise of a mountain lion prowling near by. A warning stop from her hoof warned the lion to stay well clear of her. She was a healthy horse and would put up a good fight. A faint smile played around her lips as the lion passed. But something crept upon her and stung like a barb wire fence. She was lonely, she had no one to enjoy their company with. She needed a friend, a herd.
Ridge began to ease into a slow trot, she had to keep going until she found what she was looking for.
Picture: