Post by cosmichoax on Aug 6, 2009 22:03:09 GMT -5
Name: Rogue
Herd/Band: Darksun Herd
Gender: Female.
Age: 5
Position: Herd Member
Owner: N/A
Physical Description:
Maybe she is a little bit smaller than most mustangs but that doesn't make her any less of a horse.
Personality: Playful and witty, little more wild on the side of the plate than most.
The water of lakes, streams, ponds and even puddles from the rain is her toy. Hopping in and out with a splash, finding delight in the simplest things. Almost as though her foal characteristics haven't left her mind quite yet. There is a serious side to her, when the freedom is taken away or is threaten. Her guard it up, shields rise and a crazy look appears within those gorgeous amber eyes' of hers. Never standing down from anything, even a male who's ego is bigger than his brain that thinks he is the biggest and bad ass stallion there is on this planet. Rogue simply tosses her head and looks the other way.
Fearless and possibly reckless as well. Rogue doesn't seem to understand the quote “let the battle go if you are of disadvantage.” Ha, those silly words mean nothing to this silly mare. Weaken, wounded, no flee or whiny for help or even simply surrendering. Rogue. Will. Fight. To the death, her belief that after death. It's endless freedom and plains to run.
Running, oh she loves to run and run. Forever she would run on days on end if she could. And try her might to do so and creating where her speed seemed almost... flying.
Rogue is kind and lovable, enjoys good company. But mainly enjoy the music of nature and 'me myself and I' kind of attitude when alone. Her mind goes deep, as she has plenty of time to think of whatever pops into her brain. At times, her nature of being a childish mare turns into one of more maturity.
History(optional):
Rogue was born in the Darksun herd. A reckless foal that seemed to get into trouble where ever she went in her young filly years. Always into mischief and having a running soul it would seem.
Growing up in the herd had it's advantages of being safety in numbers. However, the now mare stood still with the rising of the hills that kept on going on forever. She ached to run and gallop with freedom, but she stands her ground. Hooves hurting, wishing to adventure off and never return.
But those were silly thoughts and idea's. Though, one night she did silently escape into the wild without the herd knowing. Outside the boundaries of the Darksun territory. Oh, boy that was an adventure for the mare. And it seemed to calm her wild side a little, at least for a short while, after she returned. And continuous to venture out from the herd lands, behind everyone's back. Only to come running home. The land without beauty...
Funny though, she really didn't understand the squawk between the Cimarron and the Darksun, but, raised to dislike. She automatically disapproves of the Cimarron herd, distrust.
Other(optional):
Herd/Band: Darksun Herd
Gender: Female.
Age: 5
Position: Herd Member
Owner: N/A
Physical Description:
Maybe she is a little bit smaller than most mustangs but that doesn't make her any less of a horse.
Personality: Playful and witty, little more wild on the side of the plate than most.
The water of lakes, streams, ponds and even puddles from the rain is her toy. Hopping in and out with a splash, finding delight in the simplest things. Almost as though her foal characteristics haven't left her mind quite yet. There is a serious side to her, when the freedom is taken away or is threaten. Her guard it up, shields rise and a crazy look appears within those gorgeous amber eyes' of hers. Never standing down from anything, even a male who's ego is bigger than his brain that thinks he is the biggest and bad ass stallion there is on this planet. Rogue simply tosses her head and looks the other way.
Fearless and possibly reckless as well. Rogue doesn't seem to understand the quote “let the battle go if you are of disadvantage.” Ha, those silly words mean nothing to this silly mare. Weaken, wounded, no flee or whiny for help or even simply surrendering. Rogue. Will. Fight. To the death, her belief that after death. It's endless freedom and plains to run.
Running, oh she loves to run and run. Forever she would run on days on end if she could. And try her might to do so and creating where her speed seemed almost... flying.
Rogue is kind and lovable, enjoys good company. But mainly enjoy the music of nature and 'me myself and I' kind of attitude when alone. Her mind goes deep, as she has plenty of time to think of whatever pops into her brain. At times, her nature of being a childish mare turns into one of more maturity.
History(optional):
Rogue was born in the Darksun herd. A reckless foal that seemed to get into trouble where ever she went in her young filly years. Always into mischief and having a running soul it would seem.
Growing up in the herd had it's advantages of being safety in numbers. However, the now mare stood still with the rising of the hills that kept on going on forever. She ached to run and gallop with freedom, but she stands her ground. Hooves hurting, wishing to adventure off and never return.
But those were silly thoughts and idea's. Though, one night she did silently escape into the wild without the herd knowing. Outside the boundaries of the Darksun territory. Oh, boy that was an adventure for the mare. And it seemed to calm her wild side a little, at least for a short while, after she returned. And continuous to venture out from the herd lands, behind everyone's back. Only to come running home. The land without beauty...
Funny though, she really didn't understand the squawk between the Cimarron and the Darksun, but, raised to dislike. She automatically disapproves of the Cimarron herd, distrust.
Other(optional):
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