Post by Snowy on Aug 10, 2011 21:11:22 GMT -5
Name: Fedlimid
Age: 6
Gender: Mare
Species: Horse
Height: 16.0hh
Coat Color: Wild seal bay roan near leopard
Markings: White along canons, large star that leaks down the face to make a thin stripe, ending about midway of the muzzle.
Eye Color: brown
Breeds or Body Type: Warmblood
History: Back in the days when she was a filly, Fedlimid was one to play with the boys in the her herd. She'd be there, getting rough and tough with them in the mud -- she was often mistaken for a colt, and that put her in danger at times. Her mother was a rogue, and her father was a sadistic brutish beast who had his way with anything that walked. Perhaps it was a bad thing for her now, but at the time Fed had no qualms with her father always hanging around her. The large brute sometimes got touchy with her, but Fed knew nothing of it at the time.
Unfortunately, her sire's sadistic, twisted ways of thought molded into young Fed's mind, and now she experiences bouts of pure wickedness. Her tail is usually rubbed down to be short and very scruffy, and she has an air around her that wards others away from her. With everything happening with the Heirs, killers and such, Fed is sure interested in meeting someone -- she'd likely be more receptive to a killer than the last King himself, though, what with her father's blood whispering poisoned words through her heart.
Age: 6
Gender: Mare
Species: Horse
Height: 16.0hh
Coat Color: Wild seal bay roan near leopard
Markings: White along canons, large star that leaks down the face to make a thin stripe, ending about midway of the muzzle.
Eye Color: brown
Breeds or Body Type: Warmblood
History: Back in the days when she was a filly, Fedlimid was one to play with the boys in the her herd. She'd be there, getting rough and tough with them in the mud -- she was often mistaken for a colt, and that put her in danger at times. Her mother was a rogue, and her father was a sadistic brutish beast who had his way with anything that walked. Perhaps it was a bad thing for her now, but at the time Fed had no qualms with her father always hanging around her. The large brute sometimes got touchy with her, but Fed knew nothing of it at the time.
Unfortunately, her sire's sadistic, twisted ways of thought molded into young Fed's mind, and now she experiences bouts of pure wickedness. Her tail is usually rubbed down to be short and very scruffy, and she has an air around her that wards others away from her. With everything happening with the Heirs, killers and such, Fed is sure interested in meeting someone -- she'd likely be more receptive to a killer than the last King himself, though, what with her father's blood whispering poisoned words through her heart.