Summer Storm
Dec 8, 2007 16:16:29 GMT -5
Post by Black Magic on Dec 8, 2007 16:16:29 GMT -5
Name: Summer Storm
Age: 1 Month
Breed: Pure Bred Andalusian
Height: To Make 15.3hh
Colour: Bay
Eye Colour: Black
Gender: Colt
Markings: Black Points
History: Born on a wild and windy night,he stood shaking, looking at his mother though the thick darkness, he wobbled his way over to her milk and drank. Filling his stomach, he slept soundlessly.
Waking to bright sunshine he whinnied softly to his mother - but with no answer, he scrambled to his feet to seek out his mother, she wasn't there - she was gone!
Now standing alone in the bright of day, he stood alone and scared. Making his way warily to wards the water, where he drank the water to clench his hunger and thirst for water. He wouldn't live long if he didn't find something to eat and fast. Finding a lone mare, who looked somewhat like his mother, he was adopted and fed.
At little under a month old, he awoke one night to the sound of his new mothers failing hoofs, fighting off a pack of hungry wolves. When she told him to run he did - he ran for his dear life, now almost two weeks after he found the remains of his mother, turning and running he found his way to the fast growing Sunshine River. Cold, tired, hungry and scared.
[/b][/center][/color]Age: 1 Month
Breed: Pure Bred Andalusian
Height: To Make 15.3hh
Colour: Bay
Eye Colour: Black
Gender: Colt
Markings: Black Points
History: Born on a wild and windy night,he stood shaking, looking at his mother though the thick darkness, he wobbled his way over to her milk and drank. Filling his stomach, he slept soundlessly.
Waking to bright sunshine he whinnied softly to his mother - but with no answer, he scrambled to his feet to seek out his mother, she wasn't there - she was gone!
Now standing alone in the bright of day, he stood alone and scared. Making his way warily to wards the water, where he drank the water to clench his hunger and thirst for water. He wouldn't live long if he didn't find something to eat and fast. Finding a lone mare, who looked somewhat like his mother, he was adopted and fed.
At little under a month old, he awoke one night to the sound of his new mothers failing hoofs, fighting off a pack of hungry wolves. When she told him to run he did - he ran for his dear life, now almost two weeks after he found the remains of his mother, turning and running he found his way to the fast growing Sunshine River. Cold, tired, hungry and scared.