Post by Sketched Black on Oct 16, 2007 12:43:58 GMT -5
*Picture of Character 
Show Name:
Burning Sands
Barn Name:
Sandy or Sand
Age:
3 year old filly
Gender:
Female
Height:
15Hh
Pelt Color:
Light gold with a white blaze and two white socks.
Eye Color:
Blue
Mane & Tail Color:
Bright blond, almost white
Temperment:
7, she can get a temper if things don't go exactly the way they are supposed to.
Owner:
Jayde Sanme
Disipline:
Barrel racing, cow roping
Personality:
Sandy can be a little of a crybaby, like if you give her the wrong feed, she won't eat it. And if you don't have the water the right temperature, she won't drink it. She has had many riders ride her and she bucked off quite a few of them for kicking to hard or being to harsh on her. One time, she bucked one trainer so hard, he flew almost 10 feet and was in a coma for 5 days! She likes her owner better than anyone else, Jayde.
History: N/A
Example Post:
Golden tassels lightly cascaded as golden bodice moved swiftly, making even the fastest of winds jealous of the speed these heavenly hooves. The sound is rhythmical, Bump-Bo-Bump-Bo-Bump, repeatedly. Golden kissers parted to only give the sweet breath of fresh grass. Pearly whites sparkled more than the beads showing upon the back of the great beast. In Ireland, from which this beautiful beast took it's first breath, the name would be Vanora, meaning 'A white wave'. This name suits the beast well, the curves gently carved move like the ocean.
Vanora........
The rhythm of the hooves abruptly stopped as a young girls voice rang out, calling the delicate beast by it's original name. Auds pricked for more, the beast knew she had another name, an English one. Crania turned in the direction the voice spoke before. Only trees and brush. A puff of white exhaled from the beasts nostrils as she wanted the voice to speak again. Say her name, say it, say it please! A few moments passed as the voice spoke again.
Burning Sands.......... Sandy........
Auds still pricked for her poem, kissers sighed happily as the comforting voice spoke her poem to her......
A whispering heart so sweet,
A rose by no other name that is discreet,
Walk tall and proud on your feet,
Then you will find what you seek.....
Vanora.......
*Picture of Character
Show Name:
Chamomile Blood
Barn Name:
Chamomile, Cham, Milly, or Boo
Age:
1 year old filly
Gender:
Female
Height:
13Hh
Pelt Color:
Auburn [Chestnut] with a white blaze
Eye Color:
Brown
Mane & Tail Color:
Brown and Blond
Temperment:
1, she only allows her owner, Christine Sanme, ride her. Anyone else and she would go crazy, literally!
Owner:
Christine Sanme
Disipline:
Barrel racing, Dressage
Personality:
Cham is really off her rocker, she only let's Christine ride her. And anyone who even tries to get on, will get a good kick in the head or two. She has been banned from many stables and Christine is forced to quit the stables because she can't share Sandy with her sister, Cham would definitely not like it.
History: N/A
Example Post:
Auburn optix deep in thought as the auburn hooves pondered about the forest playa.This was truly magnificant beast, one a famous trainer would certainly care for except this beautiful beast was not always like this. No, her delicatley carved bodice used to be only skin and bones, her high crania used to droop way past the broad shoulders of now, brittle shoulders of then. Her long, lucious locks of auburn tassels and mane were once full of dandruff and tangeled. Her inteligent optix of auburn-black used to be a dull grey. Now, on the wind, this magnificant beast pricked her auds. She heard her native name being called by her one friend,
Usagi.........
Her native name means 'moon' in japanese, which is her homeland, Japan. Auds pricked for her voice to come back to her, waiting for the sweet caress of the voices gentle charm. Waiting for her friends to tell her it is safe to come home now. Waiting for the opprotunity of a life-time, her poem. Diligent crania turned slightly to the waterfall as she slowly walked towards it, hypnotized. Auburn stockings kept walking until the water was to the broad bend of the legs. Auds still pricked as they heard the voice again, her English name, possibly her poem after.
Chamomile Blood....... Chamomile.......
A silent pause before the beautiful voice spoke once more,
Come to me, my little princess,
Of beautiful beauty and essence,
We need no more lessons,
For our friend ship is endless.......
Usagi.......
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Show Name:
Burning Sands
Barn Name:
Sandy or Sand
Age:
3 year old filly
Gender:
Female
Height:
15Hh
Pelt Color:
Light gold with a white blaze and two white socks.
Eye Color:
Blue
Mane & Tail Color:
Bright blond, almost white
Temperment:
7, she can get a temper if things don't go exactly the way they are supposed to.
Owner:
Jayde Sanme
Disipline:
Barrel racing, cow roping
Personality:
Sandy can be a little of a crybaby, like if you give her the wrong feed, she won't eat it. And if you don't have the water the right temperature, she won't drink it. She has had many riders ride her and she bucked off quite a few of them for kicking to hard or being to harsh on her. One time, she bucked one trainer so hard, he flew almost 10 feet and was in a coma for 5 days! She likes her owner better than anyone else, Jayde.
History: N/A
Example Post:
Golden tassels lightly cascaded as golden bodice moved swiftly, making even the fastest of winds jealous of the speed these heavenly hooves. The sound is rhythmical, Bump-Bo-Bump-Bo-Bump, repeatedly. Golden kissers parted to only give the sweet breath of fresh grass. Pearly whites sparkled more than the beads showing upon the back of the great beast. In Ireland, from which this beautiful beast took it's first breath, the name would be Vanora, meaning 'A white wave'. This name suits the beast well, the curves gently carved move like the ocean.
Vanora........
The rhythm of the hooves abruptly stopped as a young girls voice rang out, calling the delicate beast by it's original name. Auds pricked for more, the beast knew she had another name, an English one. Crania turned in the direction the voice spoke before. Only trees and brush. A puff of white exhaled from the beasts nostrils as she wanted the voice to speak again. Say her name, say it, say it please! A few moments passed as the voice spoke again.
Burning Sands.......... Sandy........
Auds still pricked for her poem, kissers sighed happily as the comforting voice spoke her poem to her......
A whispering heart so sweet,
A rose by no other name that is discreet,
Walk tall and proud on your feet,
Then you will find what you seek.....
Vanora.......
*Picture of Character
Show Name:
Chamomile Blood
Barn Name:
Chamomile, Cham, Milly, or Boo
Age:
1 year old filly
Gender:
Female
Height:
13Hh
Pelt Color:
Auburn [Chestnut] with a white blaze
Eye Color:
Brown
Mane & Tail Color:
Brown and Blond
Temperment:
1, she only allows her owner, Christine Sanme, ride her. Anyone else and she would go crazy, literally!
Owner:
Christine Sanme
Disipline:
Barrel racing, Dressage
Personality:
Cham is really off her rocker, she only let's Christine ride her. And anyone who even tries to get on, will get a good kick in the head or two. She has been banned from many stables and Christine is forced to quit the stables because she can't share Sandy with her sister, Cham would definitely not like it.
History: N/A
Example Post:
Auburn optix deep in thought as the auburn hooves pondered about the forest playa.This was truly magnificant beast, one a famous trainer would certainly care for except this beautiful beast was not always like this. No, her delicatley carved bodice used to be only skin and bones, her high crania used to droop way past the broad shoulders of now, brittle shoulders of then. Her long, lucious locks of auburn tassels and mane were once full of dandruff and tangeled. Her inteligent optix of auburn-black used to be a dull grey. Now, on the wind, this magnificant beast pricked her auds. She heard her native name being called by her one friend,
Usagi.........
Her native name means 'moon' in japanese, which is her homeland, Japan. Auds pricked for her voice to come back to her, waiting for the sweet caress of the voices gentle charm. Waiting for her friends to tell her it is safe to come home now. Waiting for the opprotunity of a life-time, her poem. Diligent crania turned slightly to the waterfall as she slowly walked towards it, hypnotized. Auburn stockings kept walking until the water was to the broad bend of the legs. Auds still pricked as they heard the voice again, her English name, possibly her poem after.
Chamomile Blood....... Chamomile.......
A silent pause before the beautiful voice spoke once more,
Come to me, my little princess,
Of beautiful beauty and essence,
We need no more lessons,
For our friend ship is endless.......
Usagi.......
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