Post by s o y ღ on Jul 29, 2008 14:49:46 GMT -5
name ► sezja
meaning ► protector
gender ► mare
age ► three
colour ► buckskin
height ► fifteen-point-two hands
breed ► akhal-teke
personality ► before you read this, scroll down and take a look at my history. it will explain things.
but i do have a very interesting personality. back home, i suppose i would've been sort of a playful thing, laughing and talking with my would-be friends. but since we moved i often find myself lost, often don't understand much. i would've been clever and witty, with a killer smile to steal stallions' hearts.
but because i was lost between two languages, two cultures, i am different. i stay quietly in the background, only speaking if i must. if i am asked a direct question, i answer, but otherwise i keep my mouth shut and observe. i try to learn the ways of these horses, but it's not easy.
whenever i speak i am often ridiculed, either because of my different accent or the way i talk. like i said, i don't talk correctly most of the time because i never learned.
i like saying weird things, using new words i hear.
alliance ► light
history ► we moved when i was young, very young, actually, only six months old, i had already learned some of the language and culture. on the ship, there were plenty of other horses that spoke different languages, and only a few that spoke english. i had to learn english, for that was the language i would have to speak when we arrived. i was young, though, so it wouldn't have been that much of a problem. i knew some of the language, but just the basics. if anyone would speak it too quickly or use difficult words i just wouldn't understand.
i used to live in china, on a quite dirty horse farm. the owners bred akhal-tekes, like me. but that farm was condemned and the horses were sent off to america. or, at least, they were supposed to.
my mother's stall was at the end of the row, closest to the door. i was in the stall with her, as i was still nursing. something happened to the ship and it sank. my mother and i were the only ones to get out alive, aside from the ship's driver. he rode my mother over the sea and to dry land, then rode her away, to civilization, i guess.
i was left alone.
i survived, though. i ate grass. milk would've been much nicer, but i didn't mind. i am a pretty carefree horse. amazingly i encountered no animals for the first month, other than birds and squirrels. no predators or horses crossed my path, though i did wander.
and that is precisely how i ended up here, in dreaver, two and a half years later.
i had come across many herds since then, but haven't been allowed to join any of them because we couldn't communicate very well.
aren't i metalic?
[/right]meaning ► protector
gender ► mare
age ► three
colour ► buckskin
height ► fifteen-point-two hands
breed ► akhal-teke
personality ► before you read this, scroll down and take a look at my history. it will explain things.
but i do have a very interesting personality. back home, i suppose i would've been sort of a playful thing, laughing and talking with my would-be friends. but since we moved i often find myself lost, often don't understand much. i would've been clever and witty, with a killer smile to steal stallions' hearts.
but because i was lost between two languages, two cultures, i am different. i stay quietly in the background, only speaking if i must. if i am asked a direct question, i answer, but otherwise i keep my mouth shut and observe. i try to learn the ways of these horses, but it's not easy.
whenever i speak i am often ridiculed, either because of my different accent or the way i talk. like i said, i don't talk correctly most of the time because i never learned.
i like saying weird things, using new words i hear.
alliance ► light
history ► we moved when i was young, very young, actually, only six months old, i had already learned some of the language and culture. on the ship, there were plenty of other horses that spoke different languages, and only a few that spoke english. i had to learn english, for that was the language i would have to speak when we arrived. i was young, though, so it wouldn't have been that much of a problem. i knew some of the language, but just the basics. if anyone would speak it too quickly or use difficult words i just wouldn't understand.
i used to live in china, on a quite dirty horse farm. the owners bred akhal-tekes, like me. but that farm was condemned and the horses were sent off to america. or, at least, they were supposed to.
my mother's stall was at the end of the row, closest to the door. i was in the stall with her, as i was still nursing. something happened to the ship and it sank. my mother and i were the only ones to get out alive, aside from the ship's driver. he rode my mother over the sea and to dry land, then rode her away, to civilization, i guess.
i was left alone.
i survived, though. i ate grass. milk would've been much nicer, but i didn't mind. i am a pretty carefree horse. amazingly i encountered no animals for the first month, other than birds and squirrels. no predators or horses crossed my path, though i did wander.
and that is precisely how i ended up here, in dreaver, two and a half years later.
i had come across many herds since then, but haven't been allowed to join any of them because we couldn't communicate very well.
aren't i metalic?
that ship sank and i wasn't going down with it
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