Post by `Kezzi ♥ | ** on Aug 19, 2011 13:10:45 GMT -5
Name: Arielle
Age: seven
Gender: Mare
Species: Horse
Height: 14''3 hands
Coat Color: chestnut frame splash overo.
Markings: --
Eye Color: one blue one brown
Breeds or Body Type: hotblood
History: Arielle was born in a rather nomadic existence, with her mother. Her father had been a rogue who had disappeared as soon as her dam realised she was in foal with Arielle. It was just her and her mother for her whole life, perhaps this is the cause of her intense hatred of most stallions and shyness around mares. She was brought up alone by her dam, who told her that she should always be true to herself and never let anyone get the better of her. Arielle utterly adored her mother, and so when she was killed by a pack of wolves she was completely devastated. She was around four years old at this point.
The next three years, the beautiful mare spent her time in caves and dark faraway places, anywhere where she could be away from everyone. The odd time she did bump into her own species, Arielle was mocked and bullied by mares for being so shy, and attacked and hit on by stallions for her looks but also her vulnerability. But finally she was pushed away from her home, and now here she is venturing out into the world. With absolutely no idea about the Last King...
Age: seven
Gender: Mare
Species: Horse
Height: 14''3 hands
Coat Color: chestnut frame splash overo.
Markings: --
Eye Color: one blue one brown
Breeds or Body Type: hotblood
History: Arielle was born in a rather nomadic existence, with her mother. Her father had been a rogue who had disappeared as soon as her dam realised she was in foal with Arielle. It was just her and her mother for her whole life, perhaps this is the cause of her intense hatred of most stallions and shyness around mares. She was brought up alone by her dam, who told her that she should always be true to herself and never let anyone get the better of her. Arielle utterly adored her mother, and so when she was killed by a pack of wolves she was completely devastated. She was around four years old at this point.
The next three years, the beautiful mare spent her time in caves and dark faraway places, anywhere where she could be away from everyone. The odd time she did bump into her own species, Arielle was mocked and bullied by mares for being so shy, and attacked and hit on by stallions for her looks but also her vulnerability. But finally she was pushed away from her home, and now here she is venturing out into the world. With absolutely no idea about the Last King...