Post by buggaboo on Jul 23, 2012 0:53:10 GMT -7
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Secret word: ********* (warrie)
Name: Peaches {Peach/Peachy}
Age: 4 years
Breed: Paint
Gender: Mare
Coat Color: Chestnut frame overo
Markings: Overo
Mane: Chestnut and white
Tail: Chestnut and white
Eye Color: Dark blue
Height: 16hh
Deformities: None
Mental disorders: Very claustrophobic.
Personality: They say I am a total snob, I am not going to lie I do look done on some, but not enough to be called a snob I mean just because I have looks on my side no one should be jealous. I am usually nice and caring unless you rub me the wrong way then I turn into a blunt bitch and will tell you exactly what I am thinking. I can be very vindictive when rubbed the wrong way so you better watch your back if you piss me off and I don't settle it then and there. I am not the type to like being clung to, I like going about my business in peace, though don't get me wrong feel free to come up and talk to me but do not cling to me. When I am told to do something I will most likely do the opposite depending on the situation.
History: I had quite the boring up bringing, I was always forced to stay in the herd, not just the territory but the actual herd where everyone else was. I was made to stay close to my parents during my foalhood, even after I was a yearling I was still made to stay with my parents at all time. I would sneak off every chance I got, as soon as I returned my parents would yell at me and tell me how worried they were. You see I was the only foal they had that lived so they wanted to make sure nothing happened to me, so they were very clingy and annoying all the time. They never could stop me from escaping from time to time and that is what kept me sane. As soon as I turned three I had, had enough and escaped one day. Not returning like I usually did, I knew it was wrong of me to leave without saying goodbye but I knew they wouldn't let me go any other way. After I turned four I decided to start looking for a herd to join, but no one seemed to catch my attention so now I just wander aimlessly knowing the herd meant for me was out there somewhere and that I would eventually find it.
RP Example: It was gorgeous outside of the cave I had been sleeping in. I was glad it was abandoned and no bear or lion came and found me sleeping in it. I stretched my legs out in front of me, as I arched my back, popping my back always felt good. I began walking to the east, I knew a stream was that way because it was the way I had come from. Once I got my fill to drink I would head the other way going to find a new place to wander, I had already been here far to long and if my parents came to find me I would be fucked.
I stepped into the steam, I lowered my muzzle to the cold liquid and drank eagerly. The cold water sliding down my throat, i took a couple more gulps before lifting my tiara and heading the other way. I shortly pasted the cave and smiled to myself when no noise other then the sounds of the stream behind me. I moved into a comfortable canter, my towers forward to catch any other noises around me. The only thing I could hear was the birds I were disturbing above my head, the streams rumbling noise had faded into the back ground a couple of strides back.
I see a deer and it's fawn grazing in a meadow. I slowed to a walk as I watched them, they seemed so at ease and peaceful. The mother deer lifted her head to look at me, she took a few steps back, making noises to her baby so it looked up and followed her lead. I came to a stop cause I did not want to scare them away, they belonged here as much as I did plus it was cute to see such a small baby out like this with it's mom. I remember when I was just a foal my mother made me stay right by her side and if I went even a few steps away she would get all angry and yell. But the deer seemed to give her baby space, close still but not suffocatingly close. I knew that's how I would be with my foal, no way would I make it stay so miserably close that I made it grow up to hate me and run away all the time like my mother had done to me.
What did you think of the rules: They are fair.
Where did you find us: Optional.
Anything we can change/make better: Optional.
What would you like to be called: Buggaboo, Buggy, Boo.
Secret word: ********* (warrie)
Name: Peaches {Peach/Peachy}
Age: 4 years
Breed: Paint
Gender: Mare
Coat Color: Chestnut frame overo
Markings: Overo
Mane: Chestnut and white
Tail: Chestnut and white
Eye Color: Dark blue
Height: 16hh
Deformities: None
Mental disorders: Very claustrophobic.
Personality: They say I am a total snob, I am not going to lie I do look done on some, but not enough to be called a snob I mean just because I have looks on my side no one should be jealous. I am usually nice and caring unless you rub me the wrong way then I turn into a blunt bitch and will tell you exactly what I am thinking. I can be very vindictive when rubbed the wrong way so you better watch your back if you piss me off and I don't settle it then and there. I am not the type to like being clung to, I like going about my business in peace, though don't get me wrong feel free to come up and talk to me but do not cling to me. When I am told to do something I will most likely do the opposite depending on the situation.
History: I had quite the boring up bringing, I was always forced to stay in the herd, not just the territory but the actual herd where everyone else was. I was made to stay close to my parents during my foalhood, even after I was a yearling I was still made to stay with my parents at all time. I would sneak off every chance I got, as soon as I returned my parents would yell at me and tell me how worried they were. You see I was the only foal they had that lived so they wanted to make sure nothing happened to me, so they were very clingy and annoying all the time. They never could stop me from escaping from time to time and that is what kept me sane. As soon as I turned three I had, had enough and escaped one day. Not returning like I usually did, I knew it was wrong of me to leave without saying goodbye but I knew they wouldn't let me go any other way. After I turned four I decided to start looking for a herd to join, but no one seemed to catch my attention so now I just wander aimlessly knowing the herd meant for me was out there somewhere and that I would eventually find it.
RP Example: It was gorgeous outside of the cave I had been sleeping in. I was glad it was abandoned and no bear or lion came and found me sleeping in it. I stretched my legs out in front of me, as I arched my back, popping my back always felt good. I began walking to the east, I knew a stream was that way because it was the way I had come from. Once I got my fill to drink I would head the other way going to find a new place to wander, I had already been here far to long and if my parents came to find me I would be fucked.
I stepped into the steam, I lowered my muzzle to the cold liquid and drank eagerly. The cold water sliding down my throat, i took a couple more gulps before lifting my tiara and heading the other way. I shortly pasted the cave and smiled to myself when no noise other then the sounds of the stream behind me. I moved into a comfortable canter, my towers forward to catch any other noises around me. The only thing I could hear was the birds I were disturbing above my head, the streams rumbling noise had faded into the back ground a couple of strides back.
I see a deer and it's fawn grazing in a meadow. I slowed to a walk as I watched them, they seemed so at ease and peaceful. The mother deer lifted her head to look at me, she took a few steps back, making noises to her baby so it looked up and followed her lead. I came to a stop cause I did not want to scare them away, they belonged here as much as I did plus it was cute to see such a small baby out like this with it's mom. I remember when I was just a foal my mother made me stay right by her side and if I went even a few steps away she would get all angry and yell. But the deer seemed to give her baby space, close still but not suffocatingly close. I knew that's how I would be with my foal, no way would I make it stay so miserably close that I made it grow up to hate me and run away all the time like my mother had done to me.
What did you think of the rules: They are fair.
Where did you find us: Optional.
Anything we can change/make better: Optional.
What would you like to be called: Buggaboo, Buggy, Boo.
