Post by Hazel on Sept 29, 2005 17:25:16 GMT -5
Name: Dragon Slayer
Age: 6
Body: Black as pitch
Markings: Bluish Stripes
Mane and Tail: White
Eyes: purple
Personality: Dragon Slayer is quiet and brooding. He never speaks unless he feels like it. Some horses talk to him for hours without him saying a word. But when he talks, which is quite rare, what he says is often very important. He doesn't like to fight, even though he is the strongest horse in the world. He is as strong as a bull elephant.
History: Dragon Slayer was once owned by M'an. He escaped and the indians found him. They loved and respected him beyond beleif. They found him one dawn as they knelt outside their tipis praying for the sickness to leave their camp. He stood on a ridge, the wind blowing his mane and tail. He looked dark and scary. They brought him down and cared for him. In turn, he found herbs for them to use. They were soon healed and they would pray to him whenever they needed help. One day, they all came to pray to him one by one. That evening, at sunset, the cheif came and told him he was free. He wasn't sure about leaving, but he did. He found a crater just over a ridge. They still sometimes come pray to him.
Example Post: The stallion stood on the cliff. His purple eyes blazed like the lightning filled clouds above. He snorted and his breath shine white. The cold wind pressed hard against him. He stamped his hooves. His father was walking towards him. Hatred burned in his heart. He reared, peircing the night with a scream. His father looked up the hill side to see his son challenging him. The stallion saw his father snort and begin racing towards him. He lunged forwards, his teeth closed around his fathers neck. He dug in. His father was dead. Dragon Slayer opened his eyes. He was lying in a small pen. He snorted a laugh. It was just a dream. His father was still in a barn far away.
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Secret Word: *hidden*
Age: 6
Body: Black as pitch
Markings: Bluish Stripes
Mane and Tail: White
Eyes: purple
Personality: Dragon Slayer is quiet and brooding. He never speaks unless he feels like it. Some horses talk to him for hours without him saying a word. But when he talks, which is quite rare, what he says is often very important. He doesn't like to fight, even though he is the strongest horse in the world. He is as strong as a bull elephant.
History: Dragon Slayer was once owned by M'an. He escaped and the indians found him. They loved and respected him beyond beleif. They found him one dawn as they knelt outside their tipis praying for the sickness to leave their camp. He stood on a ridge, the wind blowing his mane and tail. He looked dark and scary. They brought him down and cared for him. In turn, he found herbs for them to use. They were soon healed and they would pray to him whenever they needed help. One day, they all came to pray to him one by one. That evening, at sunset, the cheif came and told him he was free. He wasn't sure about leaving, but he did. He found a crater just over a ridge. They still sometimes come pray to him.
Example Post: The stallion stood on the cliff. His purple eyes blazed like the lightning filled clouds above. He snorted and his breath shine white. The cold wind pressed hard against him. He stamped his hooves. His father was walking towards him. Hatred burned in his heart. He reared, peircing the night with a scream. His father looked up the hill side to see his son challenging him. The stallion saw his father snort and begin racing towards him. He lunged forwards, his teeth closed around his fathers neck. He dug in. His father was dead. Dragon Slayer opened his eyes. He was lying in a small pen. He snorted a laugh. It was just a dream. His father was still in a barn far away.
Pic:
Secret Word: *hidden*