Post by freedom on Apr 2, 2011 6:01:17 GMT -5
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Full Name:Athena
Nickname(s):n/a
Age:3
Gender:female
Species:equine
Breed(s):Fresian
Other:
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Coat Color:black
Eye Color:dark brown
Height 15.3:hh
Weight:1300pounds
Markings:n/a
Scars, birthmarks, etc:a small scar just above her eye.
MIND,
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athena is quite caring although she does think mostly for herself most of the time and she likes to tease stallions. she dosnt like being by herself, because of her history but she dosnt like the idea of a heard(she might change her mind), only having at least one horse near her.
SOUL.
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athena was once a realy loved horse, her owner was a young girl who loved her very much but athenas younger brother was also at the same farm, and he loved the girl more so the young girl began to favour the brother. Athena ran away because she was sick of all the favurotism, but she got attacked by wolves. she was injured and a stranger found her and took her to a vet. the vet shipped her off, and it bought her here.
(DO THIS PART ONCE)
Your Name: freedom
Joining Password: (Found in the Rules)nylassi
Where did you find us? friend told me bout it.
RP Example: [/size]It was a rather horrible day. That would have been the simplest way to put it. There was no sun; it was being hidden by the clouds. And well the clouds were dark, and they were doing nothing but raining. and the Huge Frisian horse, Venom was standing right in the middle of it all. His long mane drooping in his eyes, and his usually shining black coat drenched. (Which really made it even more shiny but not in a good way.) His head was drooping towards the ground, as if he was trying to graze but the ground was too far away. But the truth was that he just couldn’t be bothered to move, to graze or even try to get out of the rain.
Hours had passed, and the rain hadn’t even began to slow down. If anything it had only got heavier. Yet Venom hadn't moved. He was still in the same place. He was now very uncomfortable, and his coat wasn’t really 'shiny' anymore. It was covered in mud, and it wasn’t really very black, the ground he was standing on was now almost like a miniature lake, it was full of mud and every time a rain drop fell into it, mid would splash on his coat. Which he really didn’t enjoy. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was just standing there. He knew that other horses around here would have left to look for cover, but he couldn’t be sure. He stood there slightly swaying with the wind, with his head still drooping, and mud splashing all over him. He never could be sure, maybe a Horse would come, and he would have someone to talk to.
