Post by nightlily on Jul 5, 2008 22:36:57 GMT -5
Name: Brutal Chaos
Gender: Colt/Stallion/Male
Age: About 1 1/2 years old
Colour: A fine, dusted Dun color dominates his coat, grey stockings very faint on his slender legs. His mane is very short and the dominate growth side isn't yet decided.
Height: 6.3 hands
Breed: Mustang X Azteca
Personality: He's quiet, but once you get him talking he'll tell you everything he's thinking, within reason. His loayalties lie with his mother, seeing as he's still just an innocent Colt.
Alliance: Neutral
History: His life hasn't been that long, knowing only his mother and resently his father. His year of life has been filled with luxury due to his protective mother.
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His eyes creaked open and a pitiful bleat, his Dun coat was wet and soft, loose grass clung to the amniotic fluid covered Colt. His eyes were rimmed with dark brown and his brown muzzle thirsted for the milk that lay wihtin his mother. He gazed almost dumbly at the gold rump of Champagne, his thin neck rising fomr the ground almost at the same moment his mother's head rose.
He listened to her words with dulled feelings, bleating only for milk and warmth due to the chilling feeling of the night. His name was Brutal Chaos, as if he were able to recognize that!
Picture: l farm1.static.flickr.com/187/375778635_e665fef078.jpg?v=1194498084 l
Gender: Colt/Stallion/Male
Age: About 1 1/2 years old
Colour: A fine, dusted Dun color dominates his coat, grey stockings very faint on his slender legs. His mane is very short and the dominate growth side isn't yet decided.
Height: 6.3 hands
Breed: Mustang X Azteca
Personality: He's quiet, but once you get him talking he'll tell you everything he's thinking, within reason. His loayalties lie with his mother, seeing as he's still just an innocent Colt.
Alliance: Neutral
History: His life hasn't been that long, knowing only his mother and resently his father. His year of life has been filled with luxury due to his protective mother.
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His eyes creaked open and a pitiful bleat, his Dun coat was wet and soft, loose grass clung to the amniotic fluid covered Colt. His eyes were rimmed with dark brown and his brown muzzle thirsted for the milk that lay wihtin his mother. He gazed almost dumbly at the gold rump of Champagne, his thin neck rising fomr the ground almost at the same moment his mother's head rose.
He listened to her words with dulled feelings, bleating only for milk and warmth due to the chilling feeling of the night. His name was Brutal Chaos, as if he were able to recognize that!
Picture: l farm1.static.flickr.com/187/375778635_e665fef078.jpg?v=1194498084 l
