Post by {S}tormclad on Jul 11, 2006 1:03:03 GMT -5
Name[/b][x]Stormclad
Age[x]four years
Breed[x]Pure-bred Arabian
Gender[x]stallion
Colour[x]Stormclad is a creamy, milky ivory, with velvety black lips. His mane and tail are also white, his mane a medium legnth and his tail long and wispy. Storm's eyes are a deep hazel; they're liquid and warm, and understanding; like coffee (
).His hooves are an abnormal charcoal, except for his right fore-hoof; it's creamy vanilla, a bit stained, though with small ammounts of beige.
Storm stands at roughly fourteen hands, a handsome and regular horse.
Is alluring, and and handsome. His coat being so bright an ivory that it is almost astounding, it seemingly glows.
He stands, usually like a pround horse, his neck arched, yet his head straight forward.
Alliance[x]Nuetral
History[x]Storm used to be a show horse, though he hated his job, his rider abusing him like a common dog. He had little grain to eat each day, his shoes not taken care of properly, and usually left out in the paddock to graze while his rider, being a teenage girl, browed the mall or was out with her friends.
One, he jumped the paddock, wanting an adventure of sorts, and curious what was on the other side.
From there he ran until human structures were foriene and never looked back.
Personality[x]Stormclad is quiet, yet sometimes playful and proud, hence being neutral. He has his bad days, where he wants nothing to do with other horses and sometimes would rathe rbe back by his lonsome in the cozy, uncared for stall. he sometimes wonders if the girl even went looking for him.
Stormclad uses words as a form of play, and often it is hard to understand what he is trying to say, for his speech is either formal or backwards.
He is rather a show-off around mares, landing him in the label of giddy and immature, yet is rather the opposite.
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