Winter's Kiss
Oct 10, 2008 23:11:12 GMT -5
Post by Dusty's Girl on Oct 10, 2008 23:11:12 GMT -5
Name: Winter's Kiss
Age: 6 years old
Breed: Friesian Cross
Height: 15 hh
Gender: Mare
Color: Light Grey
Markings: Grey Shading in places
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Other: Daughter of Brught
Family Line: Cryptic
Once I was young. My age still tells me that I am young, but I am nothing compared to the ageless, to the forever nameless. My sire is one that is as dark as obsidian, but my mother was a strange thing in a dark herd. She was pure and honest. A light hearted mare that was also light of color. Oh how my sire loved those light mares. She was taken at a young age, merely a yearling herself. But she was what he always wanted, another Friesian cross like himself. But she was a lovely dapple grey. Maybe that is where I get my almost white coat. But my blue eyes were nothing to be explained. I was born to Brught during a cold winter, well before the time that I was expected to arrive in this world. My first few months were hard, but I survived. Named for the winter winds, I grew into a fine filly and soon learned how evil my sire was. I wanted nothing to do with him, but my mother kept me under her protection. Until the day that she was slaughtered by my evil sire. Sombra, my sire's brother, tried to take me under his wing, but he knew nothing of the younger ones and turned me into the wild. Wolves, bears, and wild cats all tried to claim my life. I ran, but if it were not for the Wolfsbane, I would not have lived to see this place. Brught is now dead, but I bear his son. Ash. A blind foal that foretells the prophesied end of Cryptic. I just want to leave and to be gone from this place or in a herd that needs and wants me. I just want to run away.
Age: 6 years old
Breed: Friesian Cross
Height: 15 hh
Gender: Mare
Color: Light Grey
Markings: Grey Shading in places
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Other: Daughter of Brught
Family Line: Cryptic
Once I was young. My age still tells me that I am young, but I am nothing compared to the ageless, to the forever nameless. My sire is one that is as dark as obsidian, but my mother was a strange thing in a dark herd. She was pure and honest. A light hearted mare that was also light of color. Oh how my sire loved those light mares. She was taken at a young age, merely a yearling herself. But she was what he always wanted, another Friesian cross like himself. But she was a lovely dapple grey. Maybe that is where I get my almost white coat. But my blue eyes were nothing to be explained. I was born to Brught during a cold winter, well before the time that I was expected to arrive in this world. My first few months were hard, but I survived. Named for the winter winds, I grew into a fine filly and soon learned how evil my sire was. I wanted nothing to do with him, but my mother kept me under her protection. Until the day that she was slaughtered by my evil sire. Sombra, my sire's brother, tried to take me under his wing, but he knew nothing of the younger ones and turned me into the wild. Wolves, bears, and wild cats all tried to claim my life. I ran, but if it were not for the Wolfsbane, I would not have lived to see this place. Brught is now dead, but I bear his son. Ash. A blind foal that foretells the prophesied end of Cryptic. I just want to leave and to be gone from this place or in a herd that needs and wants me. I just want to run away.
