Post by November . on Dec 21, 2005 18:46:08 GMT -5
- name
november
- nickname (had to add it x3)
nove
- age
six years
- gender
stallion
- breed
lipizzan
- colour
white
- sample
november
- nickname (had to add it x3)
nove
- age
six years
- gender
stallion
- breed
lipizzan
- colour
white
- sample
spin me a tale
i'm one not to forget
It was her first beginning in a new place and chapter one started here in the claiming hills. Rain pelted at her chestnut coat, staining it a darker color than the usual firey red color. Summer rains. Beaded thought grumpily, seeking shelter. She groaned as the rain fell harder and was frigid. She cantered a bit, than remembered what her poor father had told her. Never run on rainy days or fear breaking your neck, rain won't kill you. Beaded shivered, her skin bunching to keep in her body heat. She groaned again, kicking at dirt that only stuck to her hoof. Mud. Her least favorite substance. It was nice in hot situations, but it made her look.. yucky. Beaded wasn't one to be vain, but still.. When it dried, you had the most unappealing feeling ever. Finally, a small rock cave appeared in the distance. Sanctuary! Beaded cried happily, walking swiftly to it. Her sinewy Quarter Horse body swerved as she twisted to avoid muddy patches of grass that could be harmful to her perfect coat.
tell about when horses
were used as pets
Beaded was no normal horse. She wasn't strictly wild. She had been taken in by a ranch and used for show. But a powerful lead stallion freed them from their prison. She was happy to live by his mighty side, until her father died. The lead still kept her in his wings, but soon he had left her when she had rounded three years. Now four, Beaded knew all twists and turns of the good wild life. The ranch was a thing of the past, she barely remembered it anyhow. But the kind stallion who kept her.. Noble, wasn't it? Not noble the action, but Noble the name.. The great white stallion. He had a son, a year older than her, Beaded thought. She shook herself from her thoughts of that old life. Now she had come to seek a new home, a new stallion like Noble. Perhaps his son was here too.. No. It wasn't possible. With a shrug, Beaded settled down on the dirt floor of the cave. She gave a contented sigh, blinking the water that was streaming down from her forelock away from her eyes.
tell it was gusto
give me a chill
The sun finally shone into Beaded's dull brown eyes. She groaned, picking herself up from the dirt floor. Wha? Where am I? She asked herself, looking at her surroundings. Someplace strange.. Grass grew abundantly here.. Fire scorched here too. Water flowed freely and air blowed her very mane and tail. Something was odd about this place... Something very odd. Elements. Last she remembered, Beaded had been galloping happily with Noble along the sunset... No, that must have been a dream. Only a dream. Wait. She recalled that dream. It hadn't been Noble, it was too young. Well, whatever. A figment of the past, no longer useful in her lifetime. She sighed, trotting out of the cave and into the rain-soaked world. A stallion. It passed her mind just now. She needed a companion, a mate, to keep her on her feet. To be by her side forever. Or maybe just a home first. Beaded shook herself, thinking of the times to come.
just start it now
so i can start remembering
again
[those crappy little poem thingers were my little creations..]
[this is Sept/Beaded. new stally. and Sept's brother. x3 Beaded's claiming post. once again, way too lazy to post something new]
i'm one not to forget
It was her first beginning in a new place and chapter one started here in the claiming hills. Rain pelted at her chestnut coat, staining it a darker color than the usual firey red color. Summer rains. Beaded thought grumpily, seeking shelter. She groaned as the rain fell harder and was frigid. She cantered a bit, than remembered what her poor father had told her. Never run on rainy days or fear breaking your neck, rain won't kill you. Beaded shivered, her skin bunching to keep in her body heat. She groaned again, kicking at dirt that only stuck to her hoof. Mud. Her least favorite substance. It was nice in hot situations, but it made her look.. yucky. Beaded wasn't one to be vain, but still.. When it dried, you had the most unappealing feeling ever. Finally, a small rock cave appeared in the distance. Sanctuary! Beaded cried happily, walking swiftly to it. Her sinewy Quarter Horse body swerved as she twisted to avoid muddy patches of grass that could be harmful to her perfect coat.
tell about when horses
were used as pets
Beaded was no normal horse. She wasn't strictly wild. She had been taken in by a ranch and used for show. But a powerful lead stallion freed them from their prison. She was happy to live by his mighty side, until her father died. The lead still kept her in his wings, but soon he had left her when she had rounded three years. Now four, Beaded knew all twists and turns of the good wild life. The ranch was a thing of the past, she barely remembered it anyhow. But the kind stallion who kept her.. Noble, wasn't it? Not noble the action, but Noble the name.. The great white stallion. He had a son, a year older than her, Beaded thought. She shook herself from her thoughts of that old life. Now she had come to seek a new home, a new stallion like Noble. Perhaps his son was here too.. No. It wasn't possible. With a shrug, Beaded settled down on the dirt floor of the cave. She gave a contented sigh, blinking the water that was streaming down from her forelock away from her eyes.
tell it was gusto
give me a chill
The sun finally shone into Beaded's dull brown eyes. She groaned, picking herself up from the dirt floor. Wha? Where am I? She asked herself, looking at her surroundings. Someplace strange.. Grass grew abundantly here.. Fire scorched here too. Water flowed freely and air blowed her very mane and tail. Something was odd about this place... Something very odd. Elements. Last she remembered, Beaded had been galloping happily with Noble along the sunset... No, that must have been a dream. Only a dream. Wait. She recalled that dream. It hadn't been Noble, it was too young. Well, whatever. A figment of the past, no longer useful in her lifetime. She sighed, trotting out of the cave and into the rain-soaked world. A stallion. It passed her mind just now. She needed a companion, a mate, to keep her on her feet. To be by her side forever. Or maybe just a home first. Beaded shook herself, thinking of the times to come.
just start it now
so i can start remembering
again
[those crappy little poem thingers were my little creations..]
[this is Sept/Beaded. new stally. and Sept's brother. x3 Beaded's claiming post. once again, way too lazy to post something new]
