Post by Ayr Tyme on Oct 7, 2006 13:29:43 GMT -5
Ayr Tyme
Birthname:Ayr Tyme
Nickname:Ayr
Gender:Mare
Herd:Black Rose Glade
Rank:Mare
Age:Five Years
Alliance:Light
Mother:Percephone
Father:Vyusher
Mate/s/:/
Love:/
Crush:/
Children:/
Best Friend:/
Other Friends:/
Siblings:/
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Breed -Arabian, Anglo-Arab, QH, Unknown
Height -14.3hh
Eye color -Noire
Mane Color -Grey and White
Tail Color -Grey and White
Description - The grey canvas that wraps each muscle and tendon has tiny pin pricks of black, making her flea-bitten grey. Such a demeaning name for a hue, but the color is quite beautiful. Caught in the sunlight and from a distance it looks nearly silver, even up close the color is charming. Threads are long and whispy, light and an array of colors from grey to white. Although stature is short, her legs are long and she looks nearly willowy rather then slender. Muscle atones her body in every groove, giving her that pretty curvatious figure near most of her bulk. Optics wide and open their pupils blend in with the noire of hue around it. The noire is so wide spread, that the whites of her eyes are hard to find, unless she is hysterical and is rolling them thus. Seeming a maiden made by sprites themselves, to carry thee holy creatures, instead she is but a femme graced with beauty. Aren't all equine?
Picture - *Optional*
Personality - 'Lo behold the angel does harken that her attitude is but fiery sweet. Like nectar does her sweetness fallow, but that slight spicy taste that is the everlasting spell does taint it so. Her heart does overflow with that of passion and hospitality, and a driven temper. Cross her, and she may give you pity...for her heart does not let her hold grudge. Kindness makes her seem happy, even if inside invisible bonds do tighten upon her chest. For each one that she seems to love, does seem to befall a terrible fate. Never to last long, she grapels for one to stay by her side, as friend or companion. A temperment that calls her to be protective, she will forever watch out for others. Even if death does take her apart, at least she left with a good deed and not sin. Like angels breath she tries to heal others with words, yet cannot heal herself. Something is amiss, and yet everything is whole.
History - *stabs history*
Roleplaying Example - TEIJA KUN!!!!
Last Updated:
12./16./2006[/size][/center][/color]
