Post by ♦ plague on Oct 31, 2008 15:39:13 GMT -5
k w o t o n e
born in early spring
||Name||
Kwotone
||Age||
3 summers
||Gender||
They said it is a she
||Alliance||
A shade of grey
||Lovers||
if only, if only
||Foals||
Hopeless at this time
||Personality||
Kwotone is very shy and timded, she always has her guard held high and she does not turst any one... getting Kwotone's trust will be very diffcult... if you don't give up first. kwotone will fight for any thing fore it is the only way she knows how to live... she is a bit short tempered and she maybe a pony but she will rip you a new tail, Kwotone over the past two years has become a good a voicous fighter for being so young. When and if you can get her love and turst you will have a very faithful and powerful lover and alli...
||History||
Kwotone was a late foal she was born way after all the other foals and she was smaller then the rest of the foals in the herd. Kwotone's dam had died giving birth so Kwotone had no one there for her, the bigger and stronger colts and fillies would torment her bitting and kicking her sometimes leaving deep cuts in her two toned coat. kwotone's dam was a dep dark bay while her sire was a rich and powerful black. All the other mares and faols in the herd were dark colored bays, blacks, and deep chestnut... but Kwotone was the only painted equine in the herd. Everyone looked down on her for being different... The whole year she stayed she had to fight for her food or she straved, because she was different nobody wanted her around. After her first birthday Kwotone left the herd on her own...
Kwotone now wonders around in her 2nd summer... Kwotone had a hard life and has bearly servived it... Kwotone is now in sreach of a friend, a partner, a herd whom will accpect her for being different then the rest...
Kwotone's history is still being written by life...
||Sample Post||
She should'nt've been there in the first place. The storm had rung in her nose and she knew it would start raining soon. She had no problem with the rain; she loved it. But it made her animals on edge. The storm dimmed their senses and made them anxious. She shifted on her seat on a log, listening for her pets to come and find her. She couldn't find her way back otherwise. So, if they didn't show, she was screwed.
Barks entered her ears and she automatically stood and turned to them. By the time she realized they weren't her dogs' barks, she had already made it halfway there. Her devoted feelings to any animal had caused her to move sub-consciously. She hadn't realized what she had been doing. She automatically moved to any sound any animal made. This case was no different. But these dogs weren't feral. These were happy barks and sounded as if they were returning to their owner, proud of their accomplishment. Well, now there was someone she could run into.
She thought about who would be in the forest, though. No person in their right mind, and yes, she didn't consider herself sane, would think to come into the dark, huge, scary forest that had people staring at you all the time. But she couldn't see the dark, scary, and huge forest, and if her dogs wanted to play, then she wouldn't stop them. This was their favorite place. They'd go off for ten to twenty minutes and them come back to lead her home. That was what being blind had done to her. And then she thought of the person she'd met a few days ago. Well, he wasn't technically a person.
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