Post by F o r e c a s t on Feb 17, 2008 20:41:12 GMT -5
I am the amazing Forecast.
Blessed a Fresian I wish nothing else.
I believe 3 is correct.
Black duh.
Thank goodness I am a feme.
Around 15.2 I think.
I'm just your average sized horse. My coat is slightly longer then most but thats just my breed showing through. My mane and tail are wavy and long. Long stilts and sturdy hooves make travel easy for me. My teeth are white with youth. My body has no markings on it, though one of these days something is bound to happen. My eyes are an odd crystal blue color. I think thats because my mom and dad were related in some way.
Stubborn. I am stubborn. I object to everything! Even things I really want to do! Being stubborn isn't a bad thing, its actually entertaining to watch others get fired up at your stubbornness. Well, other then being stubborn, which is most of what I am, I'm very active. I love to play, explore, and taunt! Anything that keeps me busy is the thing for me. I don't like foals. Actually, I hate them. I'm very social, but the annoying little brats that bounce around on jelly legs, no way! Did I forget anything? Oh yes, I'm a flirt. A HUGE flirt.
Well! When I was born, my mom and I lived in a huge herd of Pure horses! The lead stallion, my father, was an ass hole twards me and the other foals, but I guess thats how fathers were. Because my mom wasn't one of the most valuable in the herd, we wern't always treated fairly by the others, but no worries! When I turned 1, a large white stag from another herd, a Tainted herd, chased after me, wanting me in his herd. My dad didn't care because I was of no use, and my mom had another foal. I went with the stag, but soon left when he asked for a foal. I roamed alone for a while, comming across many different animals and humans too! When I turned 2, a man caught me along with 15 other horses. We were sent off to another place in a dark box. There, I was taken by a little girl whom I loved very much. One day, when she wasn't there, a new man came by and grabbed my halter, jerking my head about as he led me twards the gate. I reared, knocking him on to his back. I could hear the crushing of his bones as I smashed my daggers into his body. He just lay there. I knew that wasn't good because when someone would fall off me and just lay there, people would start to run. So, I ran. I ran forever! Untill I believed I was free again. I started to see more horses that wern't in fences. I liked the place I had come across. Now, at age three, I'm still my old self up to no good.
I'm tainted. MUAHAHAHAHA!
F o r e c a s t
elaina011@yahoo.com
HL--- F o r e c a s t [[3073277]]
I'm very experienced with RPG's, proboards, and horses. DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME!!!!
Blessed a Fresian I wish nothing else.
I believe 3 is correct.
Black duh.
Thank goodness I am a feme.
Around 15.2 I think.
I'm just your average sized horse. My coat is slightly longer then most but thats just my breed showing through. My mane and tail are wavy and long. Long stilts and sturdy hooves make travel easy for me. My teeth are white with youth. My body has no markings on it, though one of these days something is bound to happen. My eyes are an odd crystal blue color. I think thats because my mom and dad were related in some way.
Stubborn. I am stubborn. I object to everything! Even things I really want to do! Being stubborn isn't a bad thing, its actually entertaining to watch others get fired up at your stubbornness. Well, other then being stubborn, which is most of what I am, I'm very active. I love to play, explore, and taunt! Anything that keeps me busy is the thing for me. I don't like foals. Actually, I hate them. I'm very social, but the annoying little brats that bounce around on jelly legs, no way! Did I forget anything? Oh yes, I'm a flirt. A HUGE flirt.
Well! When I was born, my mom and I lived in a huge herd of Pure horses! The lead stallion, my father, was an ass hole twards me and the other foals, but I guess thats how fathers were. Because my mom wasn't one of the most valuable in the herd, we wern't always treated fairly by the others, but no worries! When I turned 1, a large white stag from another herd, a Tainted herd, chased after me, wanting me in his herd. My dad didn't care because I was of no use, and my mom had another foal. I went with the stag, but soon left when he asked for a foal. I roamed alone for a while, comming across many different animals and humans too! When I turned 2, a man caught me along with 15 other horses. We were sent off to another place in a dark box. There, I was taken by a little girl whom I loved very much. One day, when she wasn't there, a new man came by and grabbed my halter, jerking my head about as he led me twards the gate. I reared, knocking him on to his back. I could hear the crushing of his bones as I smashed my daggers into his body. He just lay there. I knew that wasn't good because when someone would fall off me and just lay there, people would start to run. So, I ran. I ran forever! Untill I believed I was free again. I started to see more horses that wern't in fences. I liked the place I had come across. Now, at age three, I'm still my old self up to no good.
I'm tainted. MUAHAHAHAHA!
F o r e c a s t
elaina011@yahoo.com
HL--- F o r e c a s t [[3073277]]
I'm very experienced with RPG's, proboards, and horses. DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME!!!!
