Post by Barouche on Jan 4, 2007 11:07:18 GMT -5
Name Barouche
Nickname Bar
Breed Mustang
Gender Mare
Age 4 Years Old
Colour Dappled Grey
Height 15 hh
Type Light
Image Optional
Example Post
Look at the moonlit sky
Silently trotting through the moonlit forest, a dark shape paused and looked up at the star-lit night sky. It seemed like a ghost of some kind. Stepping into the moonlight, the shape revealed itself. Moonlight bathed a beautiful mare, a dark mane cascaded over a short but powerful neck, matching tail that swayed in the late night breeze. Deep in the forest, a growl erupted. Softly, but slowly getting louder and louder. The mare’s eyes snapped open, leaping aside as a white shape lunged at her. It tumbled into a bush and a yelp echoed through the night. Suddenly, the bushes around her seemed full of eyes. They leapt at her, and she scream out a neigh. Turning tail, she ran for her life, a family of half-starved wolves in her trail. Sailing over a log, the mare turned to face her attackers, two fully grown wolves and three pups. She reared and roared a challenge to the wolves below.
Dare to fight me you pathetic mongrels.
Challenge me, Barouche.
The male wolf growled and lunged at the dappled grey mare, baring his teeth. She came back to her senses. She reared and pushed her weight down crushing him under her powerful hooves. Rearing, she neighed again. The wolves scattered. The sound of her neigh echoed through the deserted mountains as she went on with journey, a journey that might change her life forever. Her journey, to Lemorsea…
Barouche journeyed on, through winter, through fall, through spring and summer. Her coat lathered in sweat, snowflakes, falling leaves and flowers. She ploughed on through distant lands, finally reaching in Lemorsea.
She looked up and saw two swallows darting and weaving through branches. Buds started to bloom into beautiful flowers. Butterflies fluttered back and forth flowers, collecting nectar from buttercups and snowdrops.
This is paradise.
I could live here forever…
Throwing her head up, Barouche took in a deep breath.
The smell of spring was in the air!
Nickname Bar
Breed Mustang
Gender Mare
Age 4 Years Old
Colour Dappled Grey
Height 15 hh
Type Light
Image Optional
Example Post
Look at the moonlit sky
Silently trotting through the moonlit forest, a dark shape paused and looked up at the star-lit night sky. It seemed like a ghost of some kind. Stepping into the moonlight, the shape revealed itself. Moonlight bathed a beautiful mare, a dark mane cascaded over a short but powerful neck, matching tail that swayed in the late night breeze. Deep in the forest, a growl erupted. Softly, but slowly getting louder and louder. The mare’s eyes snapped open, leaping aside as a white shape lunged at her. It tumbled into a bush and a yelp echoed through the night. Suddenly, the bushes around her seemed full of eyes. They leapt at her, and she scream out a neigh. Turning tail, she ran for her life, a family of half-starved wolves in her trail. Sailing over a log, the mare turned to face her attackers, two fully grown wolves and three pups. She reared and roared a challenge to the wolves below.
Dare to fight me you pathetic mongrels.
Challenge me, Barouche.
The male wolf growled and lunged at the dappled grey mare, baring his teeth. She came back to her senses. She reared and pushed her weight down crushing him under her powerful hooves. Rearing, she neighed again. The wolves scattered. The sound of her neigh echoed through the deserted mountains as she went on with journey, a journey that might change her life forever. Her journey, to Lemorsea…
Barouche journeyed on, through winter, through fall, through spring and summer. Her coat lathered in sweat, snowflakes, falling leaves and flowers. She ploughed on through distant lands, finally reaching in Lemorsea.
She looked up and saw two swallows darting and weaving through branches. Buds started to bloom into beautiful flowers. Butterflies fluttered back and forth flowers, collecting nectar from buttercups and snowdrops.
This is paradise.
I could live here forever…
Throwing her head up, Barouche took in a deep breath.
The smell of spring was in the air!
With love, Barouche
