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Torn on a Rose
« Thread Started on Dec 11, 2005, 11:29am »

Name:
Bloody Rose Torn ( like to be called Rose)

Age:
3

Breed:
Australian Brumby

Personality:

She is a very mischievous, you can never tell what she is thinking. She is quite stay to herself a lot, other may thing she is Shy . but she really just polting on how to get them. She some time down on herself, case of her pasted.

History:

Her past is full of hate and pain. Most of her life she was told she was nothing, not showed any love from anyone closer to her. Her mother was pure dark so was her father. She found out the hard way on life when she turn a year old that she was to have a place
and it was not with her family, She was not one to listen to any one she wanted her own way. She saw her first death and it was of her mother. She show nothing, as she got older She saw the odd looks that the male where giving her, what was it? She didn’t know at a young age. When she is came two year of age she learns how to flirt but not to a bad point
of have her father gets mad at the other males. She was not of age then but her sure love playing with them. She would laugh as they where run off by her father. When she came two she Saw her father take another mare. A white mare told her that her father would not be around to save her any more, with in the next month this mare was dead that was her first kill, and her time to leave and fine a new home. She was at the age of Three now and need to find a herd or a mate.

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The mare moved slowly over the path way, her white tail was moved side to side be hide her. Her auds flicked side to side as she took in all the sounds of this know place. Smiles moved over her lips as she moved up to her back legs and let out a powerful blood curl whiney. She wanted to be in a herd. She closed her eyes as she slowly lower back down and then start nibbles at the grass some as she waited.
Her white Mane blow in the wind as she look around the area, she snorted some. As she was a light heard in the far. She sneered at them; she was never really truly loved. The wind blow over her coat, she moved to a place where the sun beams where hitting the ground. She stood their letting the sun warm her fur and is make the golden fur shine with in the light. The Warmth of the sun made her get some what sleepier. She was alone and no one was going to make her do anything she didn’t want to do, she was wild and no plane Stag was going to push her around. She was a UN lit fire crack just waited to be let lose on this new world.

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Re: Torn on a Rose
« Reply #1 on Dec 12, 2005, 10:38am »

Okay! Looks good!

ACCEPTED!!!

« Last Edit: Dec 13, 2005, 3:20pm by Hatari »

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