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Post by anarei on Sept 15, 2011 22:35:26 GMT -8
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I c h a t h a And the sun was wondering if it should Stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away And the sky was falling And the clouds were dropping And the rain forgot how to bring salvation.
--{name: ichatha (ih-CHA-tha) --{breed: paso fino --{gender: female --{age: four --{alliance: light
--{build: Ichatha is a shapely mare, there's nothing slender about her. Her thick mane and tail give the illusion of a smaller build. She stands at a slight 14.2 hands.
--{color: red-bay --{eyes: brown --{markings: star and snip, sock on left hind leg --{reference images: [one] [two]
--{personality: Ichatha is shy when first meeting others, quickly warming to the enigmatic personalities. The little mare is still in the process of discovering herself- still ambitious and filled with dreams of a perfect little world.
She spends too much time inside of her head- mulling over thoughts and living out fantasies.
Ichatha becomes anxious in situations involving fighting and yelling. She becomes extremely submissive then, avoiding eye contact and attempting to shrink away or hide from the source.
--{history: The little mare was born to a normal family, raised on honor and loyalty. She was the ringleader of games with her zealous imagination. Her fear of strife sprouted when her parents started bickering, leading to her father taking his anger out on her.
--{interactions: Diablo - [tomfoolery] - I don't know you too well, but you seem like a nice guy.
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Post by anarei on Sept 19, 2011 8:20:44 GMT -8
A R R I K Tell the tales from the trail of the dead, lovers learn from slower hands. Losing self within myself, inner demons make demands. You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny, Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide. There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around- They don't know they're dead to me 'cause intent never makes a sound.
--{name: arrik (AH-rick) --{breed: mustang cross --{gender: male --{age: six --{alliance: dark
--{build: Arrik is a sturdy creature- thick muscle piled on top of thick bone. Even his hair is thickened by a drafty heritage, a rare sight for the Appaloosa. He stands at a good 16.2 hands.
--{color: leopard bay-roan --{eyes: gray-blue --{markings: none
--{personality: Arrik had played the role of a badass for so long, that the act has grown into trait. He has had plenty of adjectives used to describe him- bossy, rude, invasive. But that can’t be right! He’s merely open with letting others know what he believes- what he thinks they should be doing and speaking his mind.
He’s flirty, liking the attention that the ladies giving him, but unwilling to get too close. He’d been hurt in the past and isn’t willing to experience that event again. It’s not worth it. Because of this, he often comes off as if he doesn’t care (and will say such even if he does- it’s just easier).
The beast has an unhealthy thirst for control and power. He must be the one in control in any situation.
He happens to be a jealous and possessive stallion- if it’s his or considers it his, he will protect it with all that he has. He is also prone to holding grudges for petty reasons.
--{history: Arrik was born on a small wind-blown island. The island wasn't the merciful type- most of its greenery sprouted in swamps. The rest was rock and sand. Because of this, only the toughest or most stubborn of youngsters survived, therefore, the parents had to be tough on their little ones. Arrik was no exception.
When the time came, he was kicked from the herd. He had spent the better part of a year growing a good-sized herd. Although he was rude and bossy, his herd respected him for the most part. In fact, there was one little mare, coincidentally his lead, that had gotten a little bit closer. The stallion had grown to love her, though he was awkward at showing such emotion. Unfortunately, because the mare was shallow and power-hungry, she had left him for a larger herd to co-lead.
Upset and reacting instead of thinking, the stallion up and left the herd, running until he chanced upon an unfamiliar place.
--{title: lead stallion --{home: valley of bones --{interactions: Blood Mark - [the BOLD and the Beautiful.....] - Your tough-girl attitude is amusing. You'll be fun to play with. c;
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