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Post by [({Listen})] on Jun 28, 2009 22:52:24 GMT -5
[({call it out})] Yasmin
[({short and sweet})] Yaz
[({one of many})] Thoroughbred
[({stand tall})] 16hh
[({out of two})] mare
[({see it, beleive it})]b] Yaz is a tall mare. Her long, narrow legs carry her deftly to such speeds they astound the mind. Her body is smooth and designed to run, and fluid even when still. Her thin skeleton is draped in a gorgeous bloodstone coat: bright chestnun with a silvery mane and tail. Her smooth, unmarred coat is broken only once, by a perfectly straight, needle-thin white stripe. Her glistening brown eyes shine in the daylight, and the moonlight.
[({if i could fall into the sky...})] six years
[({on the mind})] Yaz's personality revolves around two things. The first is trickery. The second is breeding. While, astoundingly, she has no foals, her favorite passtime is luring in some stallion to be caught up in her clutches. She constantly haunts the breeding grounds, and though this proved to be her downfall, she wouldn't have it any other way. She is very clever, and uses her looks to snatch up "the night's entertainment," as she calls it, then scampers before she can be taken to a stallion's lands.
[({past tales})] Yaz was born to a free-roaming mare who didn't know which stallion was her new foal's father, if you catch my meaning. Yasmin's mother abandoned her at Apple Tree Grove as soon as she was weaned, but Yaz had already picked up enough of her mother's habit to make her first journey to the breeding grounds soon after she was a yearling. This was her routine- go to breeding grounds around sundown, then return to Apple Tree Grove as soon as she was through- but one day it went terribly wrong. She chose the wrong stallion to breed to that night; he was one of the slave-catchers from Auction Rock. He and his comrades ambushed her as she was on her way back to Apple Grove, and she's been at Auction Rock for around five days now. She can only hope she's employed the right way...
[({portrait gallery})] camera shy
[({status please})] Slave...
[({short and sweet})] Yaz
[({one of many})] Thoroughbred
[({stand tall})] 16hh
[({out of two})] mare
[({see it, beleive it})]b] Yaz is a tall mare. Her long, narrow legs carry her deftly to such speeds they astound the mind. Her body is smooth and designed to run, and fluid even when still. Her thin skeleton is draped in a gorgeous bloodstone coat: bright chestnun with a silvery mane and tail. Her smooth, unmarred coat is broken only once, by a perfectly straight, needle-thin white stripe. Her glistening brown eyes shine in the daylight, and the moonlight.
[({if i could fall into the sky...})] six years
[({on the mind})] Yaz's personality revolves around two things. The first is trickery. The second is breeding. While, astoundingly, she has no foals, her favorite passtime is luring in some stallion to be caught up in her clutches. She constantly haunts the breeding grounds, and though this proved to be her downfall, she wouldn't have it any other way. She is very clever, and uses her looks to snatch up "the night's entertainment," as she calls it, then scampers before she can be taken to a stallion's lands.
[({past tales})] Yaz was born to a free-roaming mare who didn't know which stallion was her new foal's father, if you catch my meaning. Yasmin's mother abandoned her at Apple Tree Grove as soon as she was weaned, but Yaz had already picked up enough of her mother's habit to make her first journey to the breeding grounds soon after she was a yearling. This was her routine- go to breeding grounds around sundown, then return to Apple Tree Grove as soon as she was through- but one day it went terribly wrong. She chose the wrong stallion to breed to that night; he was one of the slave-catchers from Auction Rock. He and his comrades ambushed her as she was on her way back to Apple Grove, and she's been at Auction Rock for around five days now. She can only hope she's employed the right way...
[({portrait gallery})] camera shy
[({status please})] Slave...
