Post by Annie on Dec 26, 2007 15:16:42 GMT -5
OOC: Heh, you guys know I can't go any where without this gal, my first ever RPing animal. She's needs a pic update though...bad...-
Just follow the rhythm...
:a name to be called:
Sun Dancer
:to save your breath:
Dancie
:a group with which to side:
Light
:a bloodline to be proud of:
Arabian & Mustang Cross
:a purpose to have:
Jezebelle
:a fading life:
4 autumns
:a reflection to gaze upon:
Long, dainty black legs that seemed fragile and breakable at any moment. A lithe frame serving as a streamline body and ebonite dreads and tresses. She is very small for a mare, even with her arabian bloodlines, standing at just below 14.5 hands. Cautious and frightened soft, navy visionaries that seem to be always watching and waiting for something to happen. A perfectly carved visage with shapely lappets that tend to always move. Sharped enamels mark the belle a viscous and dangerous fighter. An unusual deep thorax for a vixen gives her a better ability to breath and allows her to work herself much harder than most. Her sun-kissed pelt is bruised and battered, covered in many scars, and her mane and tail tangled, giving off an unkempt and worn-out look that keeps strong muscles hidden. Her dirty, grimy appearance shows a worn out mare that looks aged far beyond her true years.
:a temper to watch:
A vixen badly beaten when younger, she tends to be very weary around those of the opposite sex, yet she is willing to trust them despite her past. Due to her past, she will not allow ANYONE to push her around forcefully and is seen often resenting the past and watching from afar. Unfortunately, she can be manipulated very easily. Somewhat unstable in the mind, she tends to suffer from slight paranoia and panic attacks but somehow has been able to survive on her own. Her hot button you wish not to do is touching. She will not allow herself to be touch for reasons unknown, but when she is, she will strike out and bombard you with an unknown and surprisingly strong ferocity her small, worn body would seem not able to generate. Or she might just run away, which she has been very accustomed to, seeing as she has been running for the majority of her life. She is a very suspicious maiden, very much like a deer, and requires alot of patience in handling. She tends to be reclusive and withdrawn, but once you know her, she is someone you wish you had known your whole life, for despite the broken and worn-out appearance, she is actually kind and caring who has a high level of intellect and is witty and defiant to others. She is really sweet when she wants to be, but do to her father being dark, she can be somewhat of a nasty beast at times.
:a story to tell:
Memories for this young angel are too painful thus she locks them away, yet they haunt her every waking moment...she was born to an abusive father who killed her mother a few months after her birth. Due to the fact that she was only 3 months old then, she grew up malnourished from the lack of milk she received. Her father was a very abusive soul and gave her nearly daily beatings to subdue her normally witty and defiant nature. Her father gave her false hope and not only physically assaulted and battered her, but also mentally and emotionally. In the time that her mother was alive, she grew up with many colts as friends and grew particularly close to two of them, but one was much older than her and just looking for a fling. The other was about the same age as the one before and truly liked her, but he was obedient to her father and his slave like she was his. Her sire forced the foals she was close to into beating her and taking many things away she wish not talk about. Soon after, her mind locked away her normal strong self and she became the flighty and unstable one she is today. She grew up bitter toward the world and thought that everything was nothing but trouble that would someday harm her, but then, one day, she stole away through a crevice in the canyon wall, at night, when all was quiet, she escaped and wandered for a long time before she finally reached this land.
:the picturing:
-blah! Deh oldness of the pic. I still like it though. Made by a friend for me-
And dance to the beat of my heart...
Side Note: Form used made by The Mirthless Smile, borrowed and slightly modified by me.
Just follow the rhythm...
:a name to be called:
Sun Dancer
:to save your breath:
Dancie
:a group with which to side:
Light
:a bloodline to be proud of:
Arabian & Mustang Cross
:a purpose to have:
Jezebelle
:a fading life:
4 autumns
:a reflection to gaze upon:
Long, dainty black legs that seemed fragile and breakable at any moment. A lithe frame serving as a streamline body and ebonite dreads and tresses. She is very small for a mare, even with her arabian bloodlines, standing at just below 14.5 hands. Cautious and frightened soft, navy visionaries that seem to be always watching and waiting for something to happen. A perfectly carved visage with shapely lappets that tend to always move. Sharped enamels mark the belle a viscous and dangerous fighter. An unusual deep thorax for a vixen gives her a better ability to breath and allows her to work herself much harder than most. Her sun-kissed pelt is bruised and battered, covered in many scars, and her mane and tail tangled, giving off an unkempt and worn-out look that keeps strong muscles hidden. Her dirty, grimy appearance shows a worn out mare that looks aged far beyond her true years.
:a temper to watch:
A vixen badly beaten when younger, she tends to be very weary around those of the opposite sex, yet she is willing to trust them despite her past. Due to her past, she will not allow ANYONE to push her around forcefully and is seen often resenting the past and watching from afar. Unfortunately, she can be manipulated very easily. Somewhat unstable in the mind, she tends to suffer from slight paranoia and panic attacks but somehow has been able to survive on her own. Her hot button you wish not to do is touching. She will not allow herself to be touch for reasons unknown, but when she is, she will strike out and bombard you with an unknown and surprisingly strong ferocity her small, worn body would seem not able to generate. Or she might just run away, which she has been very accustomed to, seeing as she has been running for the majority of her life. She is a very suspicious maiden, very much like a deer, and requires alot of patience in handling. She tends to be reclusive and withdrawn, but once you know her, she is someone you wish you had known your whole life, for despite the broken and worn-out appearance, she is actually kind and caring who has a high level of intellect and is witty and defiant to others. She is really sweet when she wants to be, but do to her father being dark, she can be somewhat of a nasty beast at times.
:a story to tell:
Memories for this young angel are too painful thus she locks them away, yet they haunt her every waking moment...she was born to an abusive father who killed her mother a few months after her birth. Due to the fact that she was only 3 months old then, she grew up malnourished from the lack of milk she received. Her father was a very abusive soul and gave her nearly daily beatings to subdue her normally witty and defiant nature. Her father gave her false hope and not only physically assaulted and battered her, but also mentally and emotionally. In the time that her mother was alive, she grew up with many colts as friends and grew particularly close to two of them, but one was much older than her and just looking for a fling. The other was about the same age as the one before and truly liked her, but he was obedient to her father and his slave like she was his. Her sire forced the foals she was close to into beating her and taking many things away she wish not talk about. Soon after, her mind locked away her normal strong self and she became the flighty and unstable one she is today. She grew up bitter toward the world and thought that everything was nothing but trouble that would someday harm her, but then, one day, she stole away through a crevice in the canyon wall, at night, when all was quiet, she escaped and wandered for a long time before she finally reached this land.
:the picturing:
-blah! Deh oldness of the pic. I still like it though. Made by a friend for me-
And dance to the beat of my heart...
Side Note: Form used made by The Mirthless Smile, borrowed and slightly modified by me.