Post by ♥ A R i E L A on Dec 28, 2007 11:35:19 GMT -5
Some play a deadly game
Some live in shelter
But to me it's all the same.
Life's but a gamble.
Roulette
I won the name game as Roulette
I've played, won, and lost for 6 years
Blessed as a Vixen
I stand above you at 16 hands.
The blood running through my veins is Pure Anglo Arabian
Some say I'm beautiful, I say I'm playing the [beauty game]
xx. bright blood red with a silver star
My coat is bright, red-gold. Some would say blood-red, but I prefer the latter. Many say my flame colored coat relates to my past, but again- to me, that's BS. As for markings, I have few. Both my black legs have small, white coronets, and on my small, dished face, there's a tiny white star.
xx. eyes of mahogany fire, eyes of coal
As strange as it may sound, my eyes can change color. When I'm feeling mischievous, they're a bright, sparkling beady black. but when I'm angry, they're bright mahogany brown, like er... brown flames I suppose. Don't ask what they're like in other moods, because if you know me, you'll know these are about all the moods I get.
xx. tresses of flame
If you want to compare me to fire, my locks are a better comparison. Bright red-gold (or blood-red), they're always flying in the wind like flaming banners. And if you touch them, be careful. You just might burn your fingers.
Object of my game:
xx. so, so, mischievous
Ah yes. I'm a bit of practical joker, although when I'm in a foul mood, it's not so practical. I'm trick you and tell you that everyone you care for is dead- if you ruin my day. Yup, be very very careful around Roulette. But I can be funny, too. I've got a sense of humor, and if please me, I might just let it out in a good light.
xx. gambling life away
I'm not cautious. Yes, rather the opposite. Not so much brave as... bold, outgoing, a bit of a show-off, perhaps. I'm a risk-taker, basically, and I'm not afraid of losing the bet of life.
How I've played the game:
xx. uh-oh, accident!
My mother was a bit of a fool, really. See, she used her typical Arabian beauty in all the wrong ways (not to say that I don't either). Her name was Brandy. She fell in love with a beautiful bay Thoroughbred stallion called Lightning, and soon they were head over heels obsessed with each other. And so, accidentally, I was born. My mother never really wanted to care for me, and my father had left a few days after my birth. Brandy weaned me early, and as soon as I was a yearling, she left in search of one of her crazy dreams.
xx. playing by myself
I lived on my own for four long, hard years. I was a risk-taker and soon I came very close to death. But I was rescued when I met a traveling band of mares, who took life on the edge and had fun with it. They seemed like the perfect group for me to join, and so I spent two wild years traveling, joking, and risking my life for the sake of entertainment. I still haven't stopped doing that, though.
xx. getting bored of the same old stuff
Soon however, I got lonely, and bored with my band. I wanted to find an adventure, maybe even a stallion who would love me. So I left, and due to the recommendations given by my friend, I came here, to search.
Secret word: arrowhorses
