Post by ridintigo on Dec 29, 2008 12:03:08 GMT -6
Name-[/i] Harrington
Gender-[/i] Stallion
Alliance-[/i] Light
Herd- Starlight Meadows
Rank- Stallion
Age-[/i] 7
Appearance-[/i]
Personality-[/i] Harrington is suprisingly gentle and kind for a stallion his age. He cares greatly about mares around him and usually avoids violence of any sort. He loves to frolick like he did when he was a younger colt and also loves to watch the foals. Harrington thinks he is unsuitable to be a king of a herd.
Past-[/i] Harrington was born in a herd unknown now-a-days. He was just another colt in the herd, so when it came time for him to leave, seperation was not hard.
RP Example - Jewel nickered irritably to the human in the barn aisle. They were standing there, talking. Not letting her out again for the third time today. She was mostly neglected for an odd reason she could not think of. They rarely remembered to feed her, nor did they let her out to stretch her legs. Jewel lifted her golden colored head to gaze around her dusty small stall. She decided it was hopeless. She let her legs buckle and she lay down in the old straw.
Gender-[/i] Stallion
Alliance-[/i] Light
Herd- Starlight Meadows
Rank- Stallion
Age-[/i] 7
Appearance-[/i]
Personality-[/i] Harrington is suprisingly gentle and kind for a stallion his age. He cares greatly about mares around him and usually avoids violence of any sort. He loves to frolick like he did when he was a younger colt and also loves to watch the foals. Harrington thinks he is unsuitable to be a king of a herd.
Past-[/i] Harrington was born in a herd unknown now-a-days. He was just another colt in the herd, so when it came time for him to leave, seperation was not hard.
RP Example - Jewel nickered irritably to the human in the barn aisle. They were standing there, talking. Not letting her out again for the third time today. She was mostly neglected for an odd reason she could not think of. They rarely remembered to feed her, nor did they let her out to stretch her legs. Jewel lifted her golden colored head to gaze around her dusty small stall. She decided it was hopeless. She let her legs buckle and she lay down in the old straw.
