Post by Jezzabelle on Oct 26, 2005 20:38:25 GMT -5
pass:m y r o t t i n g s o a l
Name: Jezzabelle
Nickname: Jezza
Age:4
Gender: Mare
Breed: Appendix
Height: 17 hands
Color: Palomino
Markings: None
Type:natural
personal: Jexxabelle is mysterious, young, and full of life. SHe is wild at heart, and has yet to be tamed by stag or man
History: Jezza was born in a wild herd. Her father was a brave thoroughbred, who had escaped the fate of his ancestors. THe family gorup lived happily, until a storm broke the herd appart. Jezza was bor in that storm, she was born with its power, and it's heart. Her mother was taken by man only two years after, and Jezza was alone. She likes being alone, and has no reason to need a stag who can not run with her.
Sample Posts:
Jezzabelle had explored into a glorious land, now she was free to run it. She tossed her head, her silvery silks danced as she tossed her empire. She snorted happily. The sun and the water's sprey made he excited. For once she was safe, and happy.
Pistons carried her golden bodice across land. She first cantered, then flat out ran. She was 4, she was still young, she still had alot to leatrn, and distances to run. The meat benieth her skin tensed thowing the beauty on. Her run was all in fun, and she had yet to see any others of her blood. She came to a pool, and slid to a stop, the rose into the air and danced with the golden light.
Her happiness soon emptied into lonliness, but she was still panting from her run when she sang out. Was anyone there other than her? She sang out in a crystellian voice, calling to any and all in these lands.
She did not care if none answered, for she did not need any but herself.
Name: Jezzabelle
Nickname: Jezza
Age:4
Gender: Mare
Breed: Appendix
Height: 17 hands
Color: Palomino
Markings: None
Type:natural
personal: Jexxabelle is mysterious, young, and full of life. SHe is wild at heart, and has yet to be tamed by stag or man
History: Jezza was born in a wild herd. Her father was a brave thoroughbred, who had escaped the fate of his ancestors. THe family gorup lived happily, until a storm broke the herd appart. Jezza was bor in that storm, she was born with its power, and it's heart. Her mother was taken by man only two years after, and Jezza was alone. She likes being alone, and has no reason to need a stag who can not run with her.
Sample Posts:
Jezzabelle had explored into a glorious land, now she was free to run it. She tossed her head, her silvery silks danced as she tossed her empire. She snorted happily. The sun and the water's sprey made he excited. For once she was safe, and happy.
Pistons carried her golden bodice across land. She first cantered, then flat out ran. She was 4, she was still young, she still had alot to leatrn, and distances to run. The meat benieth her skin tensed thowing the beauty on. Her run was all in fun, and she had yet to see any others of her blood. She came to a pool, and slid to a stop, the rose into the air and danced with the golden light.
Her happiness soon emptied into lonliness, but she was still panting from her run when she sang out. Was anyone there other than her? She sang out in a crystellian voice, calling to any and all in these lands.
She did not care if none answered, for she did not need any but herself.
