Post by Dusty's Girl on Feb 3, 2010 14:35:55 GMT -5
Name: Coyote
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Mare
Color: red roan
Markings: Blaze, three socks
Family Line: Outsider Blood From the Dark Herds
Height: 14hh
They say that I was born too late. That my timing strange enough, to say the least. But I have a fiery nature, though the name Fury was outlawed in my herd long ago. My mother and sire were not from the herd where we live now. My mother was readily accepted and my sire is a bachelor that keeps the herd in order. There is talk that the original sire is back to take the order, but I have not seen him. Would I know him if he did though? They say that he is black as sin, but I do not care either way really. My herd is not really that bad, just do as you are told and no pain will be caused. I yearn for more though. I have to go, leave, and explore. Something inside of me is calling for more, calling for my own place in life that I will find someday. Sadly, I told my mother goodbye for the last time.
Mother, I have to find my own way. I told her and was so proud that I was taking my first steps towards my own life. But the stallions did not like this. Since my bloodline was not of the original, I was needed. No, I had to leave. Mother! Her life was laid down in order for me to leave this barren place. I could not shake the memory from my mind. Mother was coated in blood. But he called me. His strong neigh called to me and I had to follow. It was in my dreams since I was born. A strong grey stallion that was as docile as a mountain lamb.
My hooves carried me far away from the Dark Herd, away from Cryptic and the remains of his minions. The sweet stallion called to me. A grey stallion that invaded my dreams at night and day dreams during the day. He was everything that I could ever want, ever need, but I felt as if I had always been around him, always known him. Like a part of me was his once before. Maybe I was his lead mare in a dream, or was it real? I never was sure, but it felt so real. Maybe I was just living a dream.
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Mare
Color: red roan
Markings: Blaze, three socks
Family Line: Outsider Blood From the Dark Herds
Height: 14hh
They say that I was born too late. That my timing strange enough, to say the least. But I have a fiery nature, though the name Fury was outlawed in my herd long ago. My mother and sire were not from the herd where we live now. My mother was readily accepted and my sire is a bachelor that keeps the herd in order. There is talk that the original sire is back to take the order, but I have not seen him. Would I know him if he did though? They say that he is black as sin, but I do not care either way really. My herd is not really that bad, just do as you are told and no pain will be caused. I yearn for more though. I have to go, leave, and explore. Something inside of me is calling for more, calling for my own place in life that I will find someday. Sadly, I told my mother goodbye for the last time.
Mother, I have to find my own way. I told her and was so proud that I was taking my first steps towards my own life. But the stallions did not like this. Since my bloodline was not of the original, I was needed. No, I had to leave. Mother! Her life was laid down in order for me to leave this barren place. I could not shake the memory from my mind. Mother was coated in blood. But he called me. His strong neigh called to me and I had to follow. It was in my dreams since I was born. A strong grey stallion that was as docile as a mountain lamb.
My hooves carried me far away from the Dark Herd, away from Cryptic and the remains of his minions. The sweet stallion called to me. A grey stallion that invaded my dreams at night and day dreams during the day. He was everything that I could ever want, ever need, but I felt as if I had always been around him, always known him. Like a part of me was his once before. Maybe I was his lead mare in a dream, or was it real? I never was sure, but it felt so real. Maybe I was just living a dream.
