Post by virtron on Jun 29, 2006 13:11:29 GMT -5
I am...
Called//Aleron
Seen//Black and White
Born//Mutt
Said//Beast
Aged//5
Believed//A crazy biznatch. No just kidding. Ale, as I like to call him, is a levelheaded stallion. He's smart, sly, cunning, and thinks before he does. It doesn't just stop there, he's b-e-a-utiful. He doesn't act like he knows it though, he isn't one to brag,a nd he won't run things in. When it comes to fighting, he is confident, but doesn't show it with words. He doesn't enjoy fighting over silly little things, and often won't even put back an ear over another stallion that is trying to get his attention. He'd odd, some believe he isn't even dark, but what is in his heart, is what his mother wanted; nothing.
Before//His past it's not much, his dam and sire didn't beat him, torture him, or neglect him,. He didn't become dark because of his sire's death, he didn't vow to be dark because of some tramatic experience in his life. He grew up as any other foal would, with siblings and thier dams. His mother did die, though, when he was 3. That was when he matured a lot.
With//Master (he's dark)
Now//The night was cold, fall was setting in and the equines' coats were growing thick. Leaves had fallen, and the ground hardening. It would be anytime the first snow would come, and yet those foolish little animals where just now scurrying across the frosted ground, gathering thier nuts and other winter things. The bears were at rest, and only deer and hares roamed the woods. Oh, and me. It was five years ago I was brought into this world, and I have not yet been in anyother herd then at my birth. It was well about time I found a good mare to start one with. That was why, why I was heading toward the lands. I wanted to find one, one I didn't have to worry about asking. I'd get to know her over winter, and by spring we'd be well aquinted enough to be more then bold around each other. My ears where held back, but not because I was irrated, but because they were warmed under the strands that hung from my neck. As the trees began to clear I looked about the lands, the grass that grew was still standing, but yellow and wilted were they. My eyes left the grasses and soon spotted a pond, glorious. There was something else about this place, there had to be. What was it though?
Called//Aleron
Seen//Black and White
Born//Mutt
Said//Beast
Aged//5
Believed//A crazy biznatch. No just kidding. Ale, as I like to call him, is a levelheaded stallion. He's smart, sly, cunning, and thinks before he does. It doesn't just stop there, he's b-e-a-utiful. He doesn't act like he knows it though, he isn't one to brag,a nd he won't run things in. When it comes to fighting, he is confident, but doesn't show it with words. He doesn't enjoy fighting over silly little things, and often won't even put back an ear over another stallion that is trying to get his attention. He'd odd, some believe he isn't even dark, but what is in his heart, is what his mother wanted; nothing.
Before//His past it's not much, his dam and sire didn't beat him, torture him, or neglect him,. He didn't become dark because of his sire's death, he didn't vow to be dark because of some tramatic experience in his life. He grew up as any other foal would, with siblings and thier dams. His mother did die, though, when he was 3. That was when he matured a lot.
With//Master (he's dark)
Now//The night was cold, fall was setting in and the equines' coats were growing thick. Leaves had fallen, and the ground hardening. It would be anytime the first snow would come, and yet those foolish little animals where just now scurrying across the frosted ground, gathering thier nuts and other winter things. The bears were at rest, and only deer and hares roamed the woods. Oh, and me. It was five years ago I was brought into this world, and I have not yet been in anyother herd then at my birth. It was well about time I found a good mare to start one with. That was why, why I was heading toward the lands. I wanted to find one, one I didn't have to worry about asking. I'd get to know her over winter, and by spring we'd be well aquinted enough to be more then bold around each other. My ears where held back, but not because I was irrated, but because they were warmed under the strands that hung from my neck. As the trees began to clear I looked about the lands, the grass that grew was still standing, but yellow and wilted were they. My eyes left the grasses and soon spotted a pond, glorious. There was something else about this place, there had to be. What was it though?