Post by mythic on Mar 20, 2008 22:29:45 GMT -5
Name: Mystic Lilly
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15hh
Color: Black and white paint
Markings: Stripe
Secret Word: Arrowhorse
History: She has been but a toy to most, kicked around and stepped on. She was taken from her parents way too young. She was only a few weeks when she was taken, in the middle of the night.
The sky was cloudy and thunderous, hooves pounded while the herd looked for safety. A young filly among them, proud and brilliant. She was the leaders daughter, a strong fighter with a soul to match. She was a brilliant white with some black patches. She galloped at the front, her father and mother at her sides. Her head was up, she was leading her parents away from the danger, the giant blaze that engulfed the valley. The flames closed in and at the last second the herd was out, out in the open. The fire would not spread here, it would burn the valley and nothing else. The young filly looked at her father. He nodded that she should take the herd farther. She reared up, spun and was off in a second, flying through the wind.
The herd was safe and all was quiet. The only two awake were the young filly and her father. Her father looked down at her. She was only a few weeks old and had already lead the herd once. He was so proud that he couldn't speak. "Mystic Lilly, what you did tonight was of pure courage. You knew the fire was there before anyone else, and protected us well. I'm so, so proud that you couldn't imagine it. You are the bravest filly I have ever seen, but now I want you to go to sleep. Good night, I will see you in the morning." All Mystic Lilly could do was look at her father and see the pride in his eyes. She quickly nuzzled his neck and ran off to her mother.
In the middle of the night Mystic Lilly was swept away and though her father fought for her, she was taken. She woke up surrounded by stallions and saw their cold unfeeling eyes. Since then she has been a toy. Every night she looked up and prayed that one day she would get out and find her family again. She did get out, but has never seen her family since.
Personality: Shy, calm, and rational. She always keeps a cool face and deals with life as it comes. She still has her old spirit, it's locked up inside her heart. She tries to be ready for anything and always finds the bright side of things. Sometimes she gets depressed, ornery and a complete fireball but rarely for the last two.
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Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15hh
Color: Black and white paint
Markings: Stripe
Secret Word: Arrowhorse
History: She has been but a toy to most, kicked around and stepped on. She was taken from her parents way too young. She was only a few weeks when she was taken, in the middle of the night.
The sky was cloudy and thunderous, hooves pounded while the herd looked for safety. A young filly among them, proud and brilliant. She was the leaders daughter, a strong fighter with a soul to match. She was a brilliant white with some black patches. She galloped at the front, her father and mother at her sides. Her head was up, she was leading her parents away from the danger, the giant blaze that engulfed the valley. The flames closed in and at the last second the herd was out, out in the open. The fire would not spread here, it would burn the valley and nothing else. The young filly looked at her father. He nodded that she should take the herd farther. She reared up, spun and was off in a second, flying through the wind.
The herd was safe and all was quiet. The only two awake were the young filly and her father. Her father looked down at her. She was only a few weeks old and had already lead the herd once. He was so proud that he couldn't speak. "Mystic Lilly, what you did tonight was of pure courage. You knew the fire was there before anyone else, and protected us well. I'm so, so proud that you couldn't imagine it. You are the bravest filly I have ever seen, but now I want you to go to sleep. Good night, I will see you in the morning." All Mystic Lilly could do was look at her father and see the pride in his eyes. She quickly nuzzled his neck and ran off to her mother.
In the middle of the night Mystic Lilly was swept away and though her father fought for her, she was taken. She woke up surrounded by stallions and saw their cold unfeeling eyes. Since then she has been a toy. Every night she looked up and prayed that one day she would get out and find her family again. She did get out, but has never seen her family since.
Personality: Shy, calm, and rational. She always keeps a cool face and deals with life as it comes. She still has her old spirit, it's locked up inside her heart. She tries to be ready for anything and always finds the bright side of things. Sometimes she gets depressed, ornery and a complete fireball but rarely for the last two.
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