Post by Enza on Feb 15, 2008 22:49:46 GMT -5
his dam pronounced him Ezano [Ih-Zah-Noh]
his Arabian lines descend from his ancestors
he has seen the leaves turn colour five times
his coat is singed reddish chestnut and he is untouched by nature's markings
his withers stand 15.2 hands above the earth's surface
his legs and bodice slender, his mane and tail long, and his paces unusually elegant,
he might be mistaken for a mare from afar. from closer, it is plain in his features that
he is a masculine figure, as his posture is imposing, his face broader.
he despises other stallions, especially when they get in his path to a mare. he's short-
tempered. if a mare plays hard to get, he won't break her like another would do; he'd
simply play along, try to find out how she works. he adores confusing souls, but once
he figures them out, he'll get bored and move on. he has a short attention span, and
he'll be intrigued if you can hold his attention for more than a few minutes before he
wanders away. he may be considered impolite, but it's simply his nature. he can't be
bothered with manners. life's too short for that. a tainted personality.
bred in human captivity. coming home from a show in a storm. rain pounding heavily
on the roof of the trailer. a tuck horn blares. the wall og the trailer comes crashing in
toward him. they've run into the ditch. he screams. the two-legs don't stir. they're dead.
he thrashes around in the tight space. the lock snaps and the door swings open. he gets
out of the trailer. a bolt of lightning splits a nearby tree into two halves. he runs. the
rain pelts down, stinging his eyes. his hooves beat on the ground, as faltering as his
heart's beat. the storm calms slowly but surely. he comes to a cave carved into the
side of a rockface. when dawns fingers crept upward to paint the sky to match the taints
of a fire, he crept out of the cave and grazed for a time before trotting off to find any
other life forms in the area.