A Hard Time

[love]

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[atrb=background,http://i1204.photobucket.com/albums/bb404/InfernoLarka/SSTable2.png] You've Sworn Your Soul To Those Who Sail... Name:Chasing Storm Clouds(Storm) Age:5 Gender:Mare Breed:Spanish Mustang And Now Those Sails Are Torn... Height:15.1 Color:grulla Markings:light colored white-ish body with a black masked face. She also has black points but all the legs have tiger stripes. She also has a dorsal stripe. It's Time, My Friend, To Say Goodbye... Relationships: family- dead,friends-didn't have,lovers-none,children-none Strengths/Weaknesses: strenghts-running and jumping,weaknesses-fighting History: Her mother died giving birth to her and her father 2 years later due a stallions attack on his herd. All of her father's mares had to go to that stallion including his own daughter. Storm wouldn't leave her father's side untill he died but the stallion ordered her to. Storm faced him and fought him. She won but she had a couple of bites bleeding. The stallion took all the mares but Storm who wouldn't follow. Storm stayed with her father. When her father died Storm ventured out of her father's land for the first time since she was a foal. Alot of stallions wanted her but Storm said no and she ended up here in S.S. Your Soul Is Yours No More Personality: She is a kind mare. She is wild though and if she doesn't like you you have no chance of ever finding her again. She is also a dominant and domineering mare. Likes/Dislikes:likes foals and stallions if they seem nice. Dislikes some stallions Talent:running Sample Roleplay: It was a hot day today. I heard something move in the trees. I spun around with grace and looked. I heard a growl. I smelled the air.Wolves! I ran towards the valley. I couldn't hear them so i assumed they had gone or tried to chase me but gave up. I stopped and paused to let my breathing slow down. From running that fast and long my heart was beating fast. My sides moved up and down. I shuddered as i remebered my past thet stallion and my father fighting. All of my fathers mares going to that... that brute of a stallion. My father's land probably claimed by another stallion or that stallion for all i know. After that i ran here to the island of Fuego. I was a rare color and markings for my breed. My dorsal stripe was elagent in the sunlight.

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[[Aziz]]

Love, she has to have an actual weakness. Her coloring can't be her weakness. It has to be some sort of physical or mental weakness. Also, there is nothing to do with humans in her background, so she can't dislike them. Besides, there aren't any people on Fuego.

And her history doesn't count as a roleplay.

[love]

fixed

[[Aziz]]

Better, but how can running be both a strength and a weakness? And if running is her weakness, then it can't be her talent.

[love]

changed

[[Aziz]]

Thank you.

Read by [Aziz] and Moved to Verified.