Post by Racechick on Jul 13, 2010 19:21:01 GMT -5
Name: Legacy
Age: 4 yrs
Gender: Mare
Height(hh): 15.2 hh
Breed: Quarter horse
Colour: Buckskin
Extras: Black tipped ears
Persona: She's sweet, crazy, beautiful, erotic, sassy, stubborn, cunning, intelligent.
History: Her herd gathered in a cluster of snowy mountains on the outskirts of Montana, her dam just another mare in the herd. The stallion had just enough time to breed her each year, then maybe a quick hello before he was gone again. Legacy grew without seeing much of her father, but usually spit in his direction when she did. He was unworthy to her, it was useless. Legacy liked to be one of the boys, always showing the boys up in usually speed or distance races through the meadows.
Aww the good old days, today was the day that she would be leaving. Boa arched, messy ebony tassels draped on either side. She pranced toward her mother, spotting the rickety flea bitten grey mare. Her back was swayed from the many foals she had bared. Her knees and stifles were swelled with arthritis, and her nappy mane clung to her neck. Legacy approached at a graceful trot, nickering as she halted by her half blind dam. "Aw, Legacy. You've come to bid your goodbyes, have you not?" Her voice was rough, but full of wisdom. "I have." Her muzzle gently touched the red dotted vixen. "Goodbye mother." Her mother's gaze focused on a thick black stone. Turning on her haunches, Legacy started away. A loud crack caught her attention, creamy fae spinning around. An ivory hoof rest atop the ebony rock, a piece of the stone laying on the ground next to it. "Take this. It will do good for you one day." A raspy breath and a bitter couch, the milky mare turned away, joints cracking. Legacy walked up to the sliver of rock, lipping it up to hold between her teeth.
Hopefully her mother would be right, maybe it would help her. Or maybe her mother was a crazy old brood that had bared so many foals she'd lost her mind. Legacy headed out of the terra, off to find herself a new start somewhere else.
Power: She's not sure yet. But I was thinking Invisibility
Picture:
OOC- I do not own this picture.
Oh and here's a pic of her dam. . . Lol. Just in case anyone wanted to see her lol
www.horseprotection.org/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Trea909.jpg
Age: 4 yrs
Gender: Mare
Height(hh): 15.2 hh
Breed: Quarter horse
Colour: Buckskin
Extras: Black tipped ears
Persona: She's sweet, crazy, beautiful, erotic, sassy, stubborn, cunning, intelligent.
History: Her herd gathered in a cluster of snowy mountains on the outskirts of Montana, her dam just another mare in the herd. The stallion had just enough time to breed her each year, then maybe a quick hello before he was gone again. Legacy grew without seeing much of her father, but usually spit in his direction when she did. He was unworthy to her, it was useless. Legacy liked to be one of the boys, always showing the boys up in usually speed or distance races through the meadows.
Aww the good old days, today was the day that she would be leaving. Boa arched, messy ebony tassels draped on either side. She pranced toward her mother, spotting the rickety flea bitten grey mare. Her back was swayed from the many foals she had bared. Her knees and stifles were swelled with arthritis, and her nappy mane clung to her neck. Legacy approached at a graceful trot, nickering as she halted by her half blind dam. "Aw, Legacy. You've come to bid your goodbyes, have you not?" Her voice was rough, but full of wisdom. "I have." Her muzzle gently touched the red dotted vixen. "Goodbye mother." Her mother's gaze focused on a thick black stone. Turning on her haunches, Legacy started away. A loud crack caught her attention, creamy fae spinning around. An ivory hoof rest atop the ebony rock, a piece of the stone laying on the ground next to it. "Take this. It will do good for you one day." A raspy breath and a bitter couch, the milky mare turned away, joints cracking. Legacy walked up to the sliver of rock, lipping it up to hold between her teeth.
Hopefully her mother would be right, maybe it would help her. Or maybe her mother was a crazy old brood that had bared so many foals she'd lost her mind. Legacy headed out of the terra, off to find herself a new start somewhere else.
Power: She's not sure yet. But I was thinking Invisibility
Picture:
OOC- I do not own this picture.
Oh and here's a pic of her dam. . . Lol. Just in case anyone wanted to see her lol
www.horseprotection.org/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/Trea909.jpg
