Post by Breseis on Sept 18, 2006 18:51:56 GMT -5
Breseis
Birthname:Breseis
Nickname:Bre
Gender: Dove
Herd: Black Rose Glade
Rank: Deltess
Age: 6 Summers
Alliance: Neutral
Mother: Breiah
Father: Gdansk
Mate/s/: None
Love: None
Crush: None
Children: Lost Dreams
Best Friend: None
Other Friends: None yet
Siblings: Tiger Lily
Likes: Neutrals, running, water.
Dislikes: Lights, darks, no alliances, and being challenged to a fight.
Breed - Egyptian Arabian
Height - 15.2
Eye color - Hazel
Mane Color - Grey
Tail Color - Grey
Description - Looking at this maiden, you can tell that her bloodlines are that of an Arabian. Her slender bodice takes on the hue of a dapple grey, a colour past down from her dam. Tresses are a silvery gray that shine in the moonlight. Her tail even reaches the ground and past, causing a slight drag when walking, but a gorgeous flag when in canter. Pillars are dainty, but can carry out a strong attack. Slightly dished dial is set perfectly with a pair of beautiful hazel eyes that tell a tale of her own. Taking on the height of 15.2 hands, she is a very well porpotioned mare.
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Personality - Breseis takes on a bittersweet attitude. It is as if when you take a bite of an apple, first, it is sweet and delicious, and then, as you find your way to the middle, you can taste the tartness inside. She can seem kind at the first glance, but when you first meet this dove, be careful not to get on her wrong side. Those who say the right things will see the more gentler her, and not the bitter and very stubborn parts. For the most part though, Breseis usually keeps most things to herself, not wishing to spread senseless talk. Her attitude in life was mostly handed down from her father, but her gentler side comes from her loving mother.
History - For the first four years of her life, Breseis was with her mother, in her father's herd. The herd had been growing rapidly, and many other stallion's had their beady eyes laid upon it. Breseis sire was a senior stallion, he was old, and had been in this herd for many years. One day, when they were by the lake, Gdansk was fighting off one of the bachelor stallions that had strayed to close. The lead mare had alerted the herd, bringing them away from the stallions. Breseis had made her way towards the others when one of the bachelors snaked her away. She tried to get back, but it was useless.
One year later, the stallion was overthrone by another older stallion. Breseis was now at the age of 5, and wasn't very nice at all. The other mares stayed away from her, and she wasn't accepted into the group. Everytime she came near the others, she was chased away. The stallion had no choice but to kick her out of the herd.
Leaving the duchess to fend for herself, Breseis had drifted from herd to herd, never really finding herself a proper home. Her search had taken her to many foreign places for herself. But alas, it still continued, hoping that one day, she would finally found peace amongst the others.
Roleplaying Example -
Greek and Roman goddesses have been known for years and years. You hear great stories of them, and you believe they must be true. For in some stroies, the Gods and Goddesses have sent some of their own down to earth, and their kin wander this land.
Most say it is myth, but when Breseis meets the eye, their minds seem to change. Some Whisper words, saying that this equine was is a god, and has taken the form of a beautiful horse. They say she is immortal, but alas, she is not. Breseis has is no goddess, even though, she seems to be. She is what she is, one of God's most fabulous creatures.Her hue is white, splattered elegantly with grey dapples, but taking on to a more fleabitten look. Tresses are a silvery white, shining like the moon. She stands at 15.2 hh, a modest height, for a modest horse. Her words are like an angels, sweet with sugar. But a stronger personality lies within her slender bodice. She is bolder than she looks, and shy is not her thing.
As this maiden from above walked forth, her deep brown oculli scanned the area around her. In search of a herd, or something to call a home. The scents of equines around her came into her nares, telling her that she was not alone. A lone whicker escaped from within her, hanging in the still air. Tail flicked to the side as her audettes swerved back. Moving forwards once more, this flea bitten godess, Breseis, went forth once more.
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