Post by moxygurl♥ on Jun 24, 2008 12:55:43 GMT -5
Name:
Tazanna
Age:
3 going on 4
Breed:
Friesian
Color:
Pitch Black
Height:
14.3 hands
Gender:
Filly
Alliance:
Neutral
Personality:
Strong willed and head strong. To beat down this mare would be and accomplishment so say the least. A fiery temper can explode into a flaming rage when the situation calls for it, and sometimes her temper gets the best of her. Her stance is that of a proud and unmoving animal. Yet even being as loud and proud as she is, Tazanna can be a soft hearted creature. Which is usually the exterior that she dons on, kind of likes being the sweet heart but her stubbornness normally keeps her the shadowy figure she is. And when it comes to protecting something that she loves, the attacker better be prepared for the fight of their life. Her façade always hides away that part of her. There is hardly anything that can frighten this Friesian, even the unknown is something she is willing to jump into. Yet curiosity can often kill a cat, but so far for this mare, it has gotten her in trouble a few times but she has always learned and become wiser because of it. But this is the filly known as Tazanna, up and ready for anything that might come her way, with the attitude to face it.
History:
History is a funny thing. And it has a funny way of shaping ones future. For Tazanna, everything revolves around her past. Born of Ambrose, her father and leader of the forgotten heard, and Eris, her mother mistress of Ambrose. Her bronze and features are that of her sire, with the feminine twists of a female. The mind-set she gained from her dam. Her blood lines are of the purest Friesian blood. And the nobility of such was of the highest honor in her past herd. Though because of egotistical and self centered thinking the herd slowly began tearing itself apart, each taking down another all in search of bettering themselves. Every time one of her companions fell at the power of another her heart was squeezed by the pressure of pain and depression. But with the cracking of pain, what was left was stone, where emotion had no control. Her mother fled with the little filly to save Tazanna from anymore heart break, and to protect her from those that wished to dispose of her. Ambrose however stayed behind to try to salvage his once magnificent herd. He later fell by the teeth and hooves of his own subjects. When Tazanna left her mother at the age of one, Eris was in perfect health and searching for yet another group to join. And so the filly wanders on her own, a horse able to stand her ground if need be, but show respect to those who deserve it.
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