Post by Brook on Jan 28, 2007 4:09:35 GMT -5
Name Brook
Nickname None
Breed Rocky Mountain Horse
Gender Mare
Age 7 years
Color Body; Brownish Black, Mane; Blondish-White
height 15.3 hands
Type Normal
Image [
Example Post Water bubbling from the falls. Nothing was such a beauty. The clouds slowly parted revealing a bright yellow-orange sun. A few Willow Trees blocked it, causing odd shaped shadows. A new shadow appeared, the shape of a young mare. Mane ruffling in the wind, she trotted toward the water. She bent her head down and her mouth filled with the water. Brook drank quietly and lifted her head, dark orbs following a trail past the trees. She followed it, hooves kicking up dust. The trail led to a small pasture. Surrounded by more trees. The grass looked and smelt delicious. The mare slowly walked toward it. Her neck bent down to take a small bite of grass.
It tasted salty, and sweet. She took a few more bites before starting off again. Maybe there would be some place to rest while she figured out where she would go. The mare broke into a canter and didn't stop when she got to a small river. Finally she slowed to a stop where there was a small stream. She wet her hooves and enjoyed the nature. After drinking she rested her head upon a boulder and drifted into a deep sleep. In her dream she was back at the Falls, but with another horse. It was a foal. Of which gender she could not tell. But it had looked like her. This made Brook feel uneasy when she awoke. For she had no intentions of meeting new horses.
Brook stood up, she was feeling a little light headed from all the running. After thinking for a moment, she decided to try to find a beach. She knew there would be on around. The mare took it easy for a while then sped up. But, this time she galloped as fast as she could. When she stopped she felt like regurgitating. This horse was not the racing type and could only gallop fat for a short time. Oh well, at least she was enjoying her journey. Brook decided maybe she wasn't supposed to be at the ocean right now. Maybe her name was chosen because that was the thing that occurred most in her life. Brooks, streams and rivers.
Nickname None
Breed Rocky Mountain Horse
Gender Mare
Age 7 years
Color Body; Brownish Black, Mane; Blondish-White
height 15.3 hands
Type Normal
Image [
Example Post Water bubbling from the falls. Nothing was such a beauty. The clouds slowly parted revealing a bright yellow-orange sun. A few Willow Trees blocked it, causing odd shaped shadows. A new shadow appeared, the shape of a young mare. Mane ruffling in the wind, she trotted toward the water. She bent her head down and her mouth filled with the water. Brook drank quietly and lifted her head, dark orbs following a trail past the trees. She followed it, hooves kicking up dust. The trail led to a small pasture. Surrounded by more trees. The grass looked and smelt delicious. The mare slowly walked toward it. Her neck bent down to take a small bite of grass.
It tasted salty, and sweet. She took a few more bites before starting off again. Maybe there would be some place to rest while she figured out where she would go. The mare broke into a canter and didn't stop when she got to a small river. Finally she slowed to a stop where there was a small stream. She wet her hooves and enjoyed the nature. After drinking she rested her head upon a boulder and drifted into a deep sleep. In her dream she was back at the Falls, but with another horse. It was a foal. Of which gender she could not tell. But it had looked like her. This made Brook feel uneasy when she awoke. For she had no intentions of meeting new horses.
Brook stood up, she was feeling a little light headed from all the running. After thinking for a moment, she decided to try to find a beach. She knew there would be on around. The mare took it easy for a while then sped up. But, this time she galloped as fast as she could. When she stopped she felt like regurgitating. This horse was not the racing type and could only gallop fat for a short time. Oh well, at least she was enjoying her journey. Brook decided maybe she wasn't supposed to be at the ocean right now. Maybe her name was chosen because that was the thing that occurred most in her life. Brooks, streams and rivers.
