Magnolia & Rodalia
Apr 28, 2012 11:57:35 GMT -5
Post by Snappin' Turtle on Apr 28, 2012 11:57:35 GMT -5
Name: Magnolia
Age: 4yrs
Breed: Peruvian Paso
Height: 15hh
Colour: liver chestnut
Eye Colour: brown
Gender: mare
Markings: blaze & socks on front/back right
History: Magnolia looked up at her dam, a famous dressage champion now turned broodmare. "This is your father, Magnolia." her mother said, nodding towards a million-dollar jumping stallion. The yearling sized up her father. She didnt like him. she turned around and high stepped away. A few years later, Magnolia started training. She was broken in quickly. She was trained to be a dressage champion, just like her mother. How she looked up to her mother. She was her role model.
Magnolia's rider kicked her into a beautiful canter. The crowd cheered. Then Magnolia reared and spun sideways, her mane and tail flowing around her like a beautiful cape. The judges smiled, their only hint of emotion throughout the whole contest.
The voice came over the loud speaker. Magnolia had won.. again. The liver chestnut mare raised her head high. Of course she had won. She was the very definition of perfection. how could she not win?
Magnolia's eyes shot open. Crys rent the air, smoke filled her lungs. She beat down the door to her stall in a panic. She saw her mother fleeing to the saftey of the woods. The peruvian paso mare raced after her mother, into the night. "Mother?" Magnolia called. Only the wail of far-off sirens awnsered her plea. Magnolia was alone for the first time in her pampered life.
Magnolia hadnt seen her mother run off. It was a trick on her smoke-filled eyes. Her mother had been led out of the barn by a groom. Magnolia was alone in the wild. She had been wandering for a while and has come across Susnhine River.
Personality: Vain, elegant, jealous, and has no grip on reality.
Age: 4yrs
Breed: Peruvian Paso
Height: 15hh
Colour: liver chestnut
Eye Colour: brown
Gender: mare
Markings: blaze & socks on front/back right
History: Magnolia looked up at her dam, a famous dressage champion now turned broodmare. "This is your father, Magnolia." her mother said, nodding towards a million-dollar jumping stallion. The yearling sized up her father. She didnt like him. she turned around and high stepped away. A few years later, Magnolia started training. She was broken in quickly. She was trained to be a dressage champion, just like her mother. How she looked up to her mother. She was her role model.
Magnolia's rider kicked her into a beautiful canter. The crowd cheered. Then Magnolia reared and spun sideways, her mane and tail flowing around her like a beautiful cape. The judges smiled, their only hint of emotion throughout the whole contest.
The voice came over the loud speaker. Magnolia had won.. again. The liver chestnut mare raised her head high. Of course she had won. She was the very definition of perfection. how could she not win?
Magnolia's eyes shot open. Crys rent the air, smoke filled her lungs. She beat down the door to her stall in a panic. She saw her mother fleeing to the saftey of the woods. The peruvian paso mare raced after her mother, into the night. "Mother?" Magnolia called. Only the wail of far-off sirens awnsered her plea. Magnolia was alone for the first time in her pampered life.
Magnolia hadnt seen her mother run off. It was a trick on her smoke-filled eyes. Her mother had been led out of the barn by a groom. Magnolia was alone in the wild. She had been wandering for a while and has come across Susnhine River.
Personality: Vain, elegant, jealous, and has no grip on reality.
5yrs~October '12
