Post by flyff on Oct 18, 2007 15:29:27 GMT -5
Name: Cermak
Age: 15 years
Breed: Appaloosa
Height: 15hh
Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Dark brown, almost black
Gender: Stallion
Markings: White flecks all over his body, that are especially heavy around his hips
History: Cermak was a spirited young thing. He loved to run and play, and he was strong. As he grew, however, the adults scolded him for playing and told him to work harder. They tod him that he had to become more serious.
Over the years, he grew stoic and quiet. Now, you can never tell what he's thinking or feeling. He's quite good at masking himself. Poor Cermak took the advice of the adults in his herd far too seriously, and had made himself a stallion of stone, serious and hard-working. Now he frowns upon the playful young ones, and scorns anyone who takes a break from their duties. He hides his true self behind a terrifying mask.
Many liked the way he was going about things, and soon he was the lead stallion of their herd. Sadly, however, one year there was a terrible drought. Many of his herd died. Cermak couldn't stan the stress, and flew away on his ong, graceful egs. Away from his herd and al his responsibility.
In this new place, he is still made of iron and stone and everything in between. He might just need a horse soft enough to break open his outer shell.
Age: 15 years
Breed: Appaloosa
Height: 15hh
Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Dark brown, almost black
Gender: Stallion
Markings: White flecks all over his body, that are especially heavy around his hips
History: Cermak was a spirited young thing. He loved to run and play, and he was strong. As he grew, however, the adults scolded him for playing and told him to work harder. They tod him that he had to become more serious.
Over the years, he grew stoic and quiet. Now, you can never tell what he's thinking or feeling. He's quite good at masking himself. Poor Cermak took the advice of the adults in his herd far too seriously, and had made himself a stallion of stone, serious and hard-working. Now he frowns upon the playful young ones, and scorns anyone who takes a break from their duties. He hides his true self behind a terrifying mask.
Many liked the way he was going about things, and soon he was the lead stallion of their herd. Sadly, however, one year there was a terrible drought. Many of his herd died. Cermak couldn't stan the stress, and flew away on his ong, graceful egs. Away from his herd and al his responsibility.
In this new place, he is still made of iron and stone and everything in between. He might just need a horse soft enough to break open his outer shell.