Post by ~*Soul*~ on Nov 28, 2006 23:58:59 GMT -5
Name Soul
Nickname None
Breed Andalusian
Gender Stallion
Age8 years
Color Has a blackish brown body. Mane is black while tail has white at the beginning and the rest is black.
height 15.2 hands
Type Normal
Image
Example Post Soul galloped to the top of the hill. He looked into the ocean. Watching the huge waves swallow the beach. It was like him, fierce yet magical. The Andalusian slowly trotted into the water. It's coldness nipped at his legs. Tail swishing in the water he walked along the beach but still in the water which had now made his body go numb, yet he liked it. This place felt like the horse's home. All was silent until a wave rolled up the beach knocking Soul off his feet. He tried to get up but the water dragged him down. Water filled in the drowning horse's mouth and nostrils.
The horse was struggling to find ground to push himself out of the water but found none. Finally Soul just tried to swim more calmly and found himself floating. He kept floating until he could stand in the water. Slowly and steadily the stallion walked up the beach and fell to the ground. He was exhausted, after heaving he spit up some water and fell asleep. In his dream Soul was in the ocean again but sinking. No matter how hard he tried to swim he just fell back down. Suddenly all went black.
Soul awoke with a fright and stood up. He did not like his dream but was recovering from drowning. After he had been walking for a while it was close to sunset. Soul had got to the top of another hill and stood there. He watched the sunset and when the sun had gone down he set off again. Cantering on the beach sending little clouds of dust.
Time had changed quickly and before he knew it was morning. The air was cool. Finally the brownish horse found a small field. He tasted the grass, cold and bitter. It's food though he thought to himself. He ate and then continued to journey in this mysterious place. After a good amount of time Soul arrive at a forest. All was green and it seemed to be a bit warmer. It was nice here and felt safer. All was silent but after a while birds started to chirp and the leaves were rustling. Maybe he had finally found his destination. Hope and joy flooded the horse. This was the place he was meant to be. There was green healthy grass, pools of cold fresh water and the climate fit him perfectly. This was his home now, no more struggling.
Nickname None
Breed Andalusian
Gender Stallion
Age8 years
Color Has a blackish brown body. Mane is black while tail has white at the beginning and the rest is black.
height 15.2 hands
Type Normal
Image
Example Post Soul galloped to the top of the hill. He looked into the ocean. Watching the huge waves swallow the beach. It was like him, fierce yet magical. The Andalusian slowly trotted into the water. It's coldness nipped at his legs. Tail swishing in the water he walked along the beach but still in the water which had now made his body go numb, yet he liked it. This place felt like the horse's home. All was silent until a wave rolled up the beach knocking Soul off his feet. He tried to get up but the water dragged him down. Water filled in the drowning horse's mouth and nostrils.
The horse was struggling to find ground to push himself out of the water but found none. Finally Soul just tried to swim more calmly and found himself floating. He kept floating until he could stand in the water. Slowly and steadily the stallion walked up the beach and fell to the ground. He was exhausted, after heaving he spit up some water and fell asleep. In his dream Soul was in the ocean again but sinking. No matter how hard he tried to swim he just fell back down. Suddenly all went black.
Soul awoke with a fright and stood up. He did not like his dream but was recovering from drowning. After he had been walking for a while it was close to sunset. Soul had got to the top of another hill and stood there. He watched the sunset and when the sun had gone down he set off again. Cantering on the beach sending little clouds of dust.
Time had changed quickly and before he knew it was morning. The air was cool. Finally the brownish horse found a small field. He tasted the grass, cold and bitter. It's food though he thought to himself. He ate and then continued to journey in this mysterious place. After a good amount of time Soul arrive at a forest. All was green and it seemed to be a bit warmer. It was nice here and felt safer. All was silent but after a while birds started to chirp and the leaves were rustling. Maybe he had finally found his destination. Hope and joy flooded the horse. This was the place he was meant to be. There was green healthy grass, pools of cold fresh water and the climate fit him perfectly. This was his home now, no more struggling.
