Post by Zayda on Jan 2, 2008 19:57:44 GMT -5
Name: Zayda
Species: Horse
Breed(horses): Paint
Gender: Mare
Color/Build: Bay painted pelt covers a slightly stocky frame. Pillars are all white as well as her rump. Mane and tail are white, aside from several strips of black on her tail. A blaze runs down her facade.
Age: 4
Personality: Relatively laid-back mare though not one to mess with. Energetic but also calm and understanding. Quite the little flirt and may try to mess with a rude lead mare or a rude mare that deeply loves the stallion.
History: I was born to two lovely paint horses. My sire was piebald and my mother a palomino paint. I was the result. Just after I was weaned, my mother was captured by the humans. I guess they had their eye on her since I was born but never wanted to take me captive. My father tells me that it was because I was too pretty to be tamed.
Well anyway, I lived with my sire as the so called 'princess of the herd'. I quickly grew bored with it, for I had no one to love. My sire refused to have a substallion of any sort so I was forced alone. As I reached the age of 4 years, I had finally had enough. I politely excused myself from the herd and left.
Species: Horse
Breed(horses): Paint
Gender: Mare
Color/Build: Bay painted pelt covers a slightly stocky frame. Pillars are all white as well as her rump. Mane and tail are white, aside from several strips of black on her tail. A blaze runs down her facade.
Age: 4
Personality: Relatively laid-back mare though not one to mess with. Energetic but also calm and understanding. Quite the little flirt and may try to mess with a rude lead mare or a rude mare that deeply loves the stallion.
History: I was born to two lovely paint horses. My sire was piebald and my mother a palomino paint. I was the result. Just after I was weaned, my mother was captured by the humans. I guess they had their eye on her since I was born but never wanted to take me captive. My father tells me that it was because I was too pretty to be tamed.
Well anyway, I lived with my sire as the so called 'princess of the herd'. I quickly grew bored with it, for I had no one to love. My sire refused to have a substallion of any sort so I was forced alone. As I reached the age of 4 years, I had finally had enough. I politely excused myself from the herd and left.
