Arwen
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Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from any direction.
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Post by Arwen on Jul 14, 2011 19:19:46 GMT -5
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You've Sworn Your Soul To Those Who Sail... Name: Tess Age: 5 years old Gender: Mare Breed: Arabian And Now Those Sails Are Torn... Height: 15.2 Color: Solid white Markings: Some black/grey around her muzzle It's Time, My Friend, To Say Goodbye... Relationships: None Strengths/Weaknesses: One of her strengths is survival and being able to endure lifes torments. Her weakness is family/love. She would do whatever it took to take care of the ones close to her heart. History: Tessa is of the purest Arabian racing blood. Both her sire and dam are champions. Her arrival was strongly anticipated. However, when the little beauty was born she lost her mother. The humans treated her cruely, her only purpose was to race. To win. To earn them money. A very wealthy American bought the filly and paid to have her delivered to the USA via boat. However the boat didn't reach its destination and Tess washed ashore the island. Your Soul Is Yours No More Personality: She is not flighty, and will stand up to a fight. High strung and easily excitable. Extremely loyal and protective. She will take care of those that need it. Full of energy. Likes/Dislikes: She is social, although she is a litty shy. Doesn't take to aggresiveness/rude actions well. Talent: Running Sample Roleplay: The steady sound of hoofbeats through the sand. Whispering wind. The roar of the ocean. The wind wipped through my mane and tail, the salty air strong in my flared nares. My heart sang as I ran, nothing before me, nothing behind me, no one on me. Just the wind. Feeling my muscles heat up, I let the overwhelming urge to go faster overcome my senses as my hoofalls increased. The end of the beach came all too soon as i veered sharply and took a giant leap into the frigid water, it envoloping my body. The pure white Arabian mare was a sort of awe to behold, racing across the beach as if she'd never stop tail held proudly like a banner. (Sorry it was so short!)
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Post by [Aziz] on Jul 14, 2011 20:21:05 GMT -5
Reviewed by [Aziz] and Moved to Verified.
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