Post by sequana on Nov 22, 2008 9:54:20 GMT -5
They Call me: One Heart
I have left my prints on this earth for: four moons
I am a: Mare
My Genes: Missouri Fox trotter
I have: one daughter
I side with: the Netrual
My personality goes something like this: One heart is a kind, gentle caring mare, who dose about anything to protect her daughter, never hurt anyone except for the one who broke her heart.
My history: Born to Netrual parents, she was the pride and joy of there life. One night her parents never returned, At that time she was two and half, so she left, she was fine until she reached four and that’s one she meet him, he gave her everything and much more that was until he raped her and then left her now she has a life to look after her own daughter.
My mother blessed me: Little Lady
I have walked this earth: not very long
I am a: mare
My lines speak of: American paint and Missouri fox trotter
I have:
My personality: Quiet, calm and collective filly, She is sweet and caring just like her mother, never asks about her father for she is to young to know.
My history: My mother had me and I have not been on earth for long, my history will build as I grow.
I have left my prints on this earth for: four moons
I am a: Mare
My Genes: Missouri Fox trotter
I have: one daughter
I side with: the Netrual
My personality goes something like this: One heart is a kind, gentle caring mare, who dose about anything to protect her daughter, never hurt anyone except for the one who broke her heart.
My history: Born to Netrual parents, she was the pride and joy of there life. One night her parents never returned, At that time she was two and half, so she left, she was fine until she reached four and that’s one she meet him, he gave her everything and much more that was until he raped her and then left her now she has a life to look after her own daughter.
My mother blessed me: Little Lady
I have walked this earth: not very long
I am a: mare
My lines speak of: American paint and Missouri fox trotter
I have:
My personality: Quiet, calm and collective filly, She is sweet and caring just like her mother, never asks about her father for she is to young to know.
My history: My mother had me and I have not been on earth for long, my history will build as I grow.