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Post by Fire Storm on May 26, 2006 21:01:27 GMT -5
Name: Fire Storm.
aka. Fire
Height: 17.5HH
Breed: Thoroughbred cross
Coat color: Black
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Alligance: Dark
Personality:
Fire's mood can chance in a second, she is shy and weary. Fire does not trust anyone in fear of them dieing.
History:
Fire is an ex-show jumper she was competing in a competition, as she was coming up to an oxer her owner fell off and into the jump. She was pronounced dead on the scene. Ever since the tragic accident Fire has never been able to put trust in anyone.
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Post by creative on May 27, 2006 8:29:34 GMT -5
Example Role Play? Then you are accepted ^.^
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Post by Fire Storm on May 27, 2006 10:35:17 GMT -5
YAY!
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Post by creative on May 27, 2006 11:42:38 GMT -5
You misunderstood me, I said "Example Role Play?" which means "Where is your Example role play post?"
As soon as you post your example, you are accepted.
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Post by Fire Storm on May 27, 2006 12:57:20 GMT -5
Example post:
The thunder clattered in the morning, Rain dancing on Fire's blood red blanket as she was getting loaded into the trailer. Fire greeted her trailer companion, Crimson Tide and pulled at her hay net then shook the rain from her face. After an hour of standing still Fire was awakened to a gentle stop, once she heard the distant whinnies she knew they were there.
She stood still enjoying her grooming, And shifted her feet as the saddle was placed on her black back. "Common hurry up!" Fire demanded as her owner was doing up her girth. "I want to jump!" She demanded again before the bit was placed in her soft, pink mouth. Her owner mounted and her trainer mounded Crimson. Fire's heart leaped at all of the jumps not knocking down a single bar. After warming up her owner was talking to her trainer, So fire got some time to talk to Crimson. " Crims I am scared, I can just feel that we are not going to take first." " Calm down Fire, if you keep on worrying about it you will defiantly not take first." Fire nudged him as her owner mounted. "Number 130, Amy Shipalesky on Fire Storm." blared from the speaker. Fire trotted in and went to the starting line. Her owner took a deep breath and nudged her on into a smooth canter. Fire's heart leaped at the first obstacle. They were on fire not knocking one single bar down. Fire noticed something odd as she was coming up to an oxer, it seemed like the connection Fire had with her owner stopped.
Her owner fell into the jump shattering some of the poles. Fire started to panic as she saw people running to aid her owner, then she felt a tug on the bit and was forced to move forward "NO! I want to stay with her!" Cried out Fire "NO!." But she couldn't fight the painful pulling on her mouth. All Fire remembered was being tied next to Crimson and the sound of sirens coming to a sudden stop. And a stretcher with a white bag on it leaving the arena.
Fire was put out to run at night, she couldn't bear to see anyone she loved any more, she had to run. Fire walked into the shelter gently nudged Crimson's neck and galloped as fast as she could. Clearing the fence. She kept on running until she could not run any more. And she is still running from her past to this very day.
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Post by creative on May 27, 2006 18:27:24 GMT -5
Accepted! ^.^
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