Post by windsong on Mar 31, 2009 6:21:21 GMT -5
Full Name: WindSong
Nickname: Wins
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16'1 hh
Gender: Vixen
Appearance: She is of a chestnut, though it looks like a red/brown. She is of mid-thickness due to her mass of muscles, they can be seen under her coat. The mane and tail matches match her coat, a red-brown color and are of a middle length. Dark brown pools. She has 3 white stockings/socks, on both back legs and 1 on the front right leg. White star and stripe that connect.
Age: 5
Personality: She loves to run,it is her passion. She isn't vain about how she looks, but she trys to keep clean. She could care less about stallions and she doesn't try to impress them. In her mind a stallion doesn't complete you, so if a stallion doesn't like her, so what. She is quite stubborn and hates being told what to do,its always better with her if you just politely suggest something. Though she usually hides it she does have emotions and cares about those close to her, if there is anyone. Sometimes she is hard to love, so some may hate her, but her attitude tells her if they dislike her then its not worth her liking them or trying to get them to care about her. She loves to race and win, even though she commonly doesn't show it losing affects her greatly.
History: WindSong was born into a herd of purebred thoroughbreds, her father and mother being the king and queen though her mother was always ‘replaceable’ so she always tried to prove herself and most of the time left Wins alone. Where she came from you were the royal family based on your racing standings, so her parents were the best from there. Her father was kind sometimes, but for the most part he was caught up with either taking care of the herd or instructing her on how to become the best, his only daughter couldn’t be a loser. Though she was always forced to practice, she loved running as her passion. Wins trained hard from when she could first run, there never was a day when she didn’t practice and perfect her running ability, when she became three she was placed into the biggest race of her life, the Decider. The race was both gender three-year-olds and she was favorite, winning the race insured her a high ranking place in the herd. As she began the race she was first she stayed there for a long time, at the final turn a disaster happened, she stepped on a rock and fell tumbling to the dirt. The other horses came flying past her, it was a miracle she didn’t break anything from her fall, though she ended up finishing last. Her parents basically disowned her and she was kicked out by her father, he claimed she was a disgrace and embarrassment. Not wanting to leave WindSong hid at the edges of her old home, but the three-year-old that had won the Decider found her. He began to attack her, knowing she had no way of escape and he wouldn’t become troubled by her father. She ran away from him, but when she stopped a distance away she could hear him call back a threat if she ever returned and a warning not to. WindSong accepted his words and left for good, she had been taught that no other herds existed for hundreds of miles beyond hers, but she was determined to find one of those herds.
Picture: us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/secretariatcom_2045_4418540
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-Roaming
Nickname: Wins
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16'1 hh
Gender: Vixen
Appearance: She is of a chestnut, though it looks like a red/brown. She is of mid-thickness due to her mass of muscles, they can be seen under her coat. The mane and tail matches match her coat, a red-brown color and are of a middle length. Dark brown pools. She has 3 white stockings/socks, on both back legs and 1 on the front right leg. White star and stripe that connect.
Age: 5
Personality: She loves to run,it is her passion. She isn't vain about how she looks, but she trys to keep clean. She could care less about stallions and she doesn't try to impress them. In her mind a stallion doesn't complete you, so if a stallion doesn't like her, so what. She is quite stubborn and hates being told what to do,its always better with her if you just politely suggest something. Though she usually hides it she does have emotions and cares about those close to her, if there is anyone. Sometimes she is hard to love, so some may hate her, but her attitude tells her if they dislike her then its not worth her liking them or trying to get them to care about her. She loves to race and win, even though she commonly doesn't show it losing affects her greatly.
History: WindSong was born into a herd of purebred thoroughbreds, her father and mother being the king and queen though her mother was always ‘replaceable’ so she always tried to prove herself and most of the time left Wins alone. Where she came from you were the royal family based on your racing standings, so her parents were the best from there. Her father was kind sometimes, but for the most part he was caught up with either taking care of the herd or instructing her on how to become the best, his only daughter couldn’t be a loser. Though she was always forced to practice, she loved running as her passion. Wins trained hard from when she could first run, there never was a day when she didn’t practice and perfect her running ability, when she became three she was placed into the biggest race of her life, the Decider. The race was both gender three-year-olds and she was favorite, winning the race insured her a high ranking place in the herd. As she began the race she was first she stayed there for a long time, at the final turn a disaster happened, she stepped on a rock and fell tumbling to the dirt. The other horses came flying past her, it was a miracle she didn’t break anything from her fall, though she ended up finishing last. Her parents basically disowned her and she was kicked out by her father, he claimed she was a disgrace and embarrassment. Not wanting to leave WindSong hid at the edges of her old home, but the three-year-old that had won the Decider found her. He began to attack her, knowing she had no way of escape and he wouldn’t become troubled by her father. She ran away from him, but when she stopped a distance away she could hear him call back a threat if she ever returned and a warning not to. WindSong accepted his words and left for good, she had been taught that no other herds existed for hundreds of miles beyond hers, but she was determined to find one of those herds.
Picture: us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/secretariatcom_2045_4418540
Master, Slave, or Free-Roaming? Free-Roaming
