Post by Astrum’s Perturbatio on May 31, 2006 18:23:26 GMT -5
Name: Astrum’s Perturbatio
Breed: Friesian
Color: Black
Age:4
Gender: Mare
Personality: Headstrong and steadfast, it is seldom that her train of thought is altered. Immensely intelligent and witty, perhaps she is stubborn because of the knowledge that she is often in the right. Very caring and often found doting on those in need, it’s quite peculiar to also note her level of impatience. Frustration and failure are her only fears and weaknesses. Strong mentally and physically, Astrum is quite a fiery handful.
Height: 16.8
Alliance: Light
Past: Brimming to the rim with secrets and enigmas, Astrum’s story would hardly be given justice as of now. Born to an exceptionally large herd lead by a particularly prestigious stallion, it wasn’t within her bidding to depart. Under peculiar circumstances that arose, she found herself separated from the heart of the heard along with several other young spirited foals. Banding together in an unorthodox group, they found solace, protection and leadership in a single stallion far past his prime. So is the first small chapter of her past.
Example Post: Simplistic was the proper wording to describe the landscape about her. However, not all that is simple is trite. Snow from nights previous clung to every surface, and on occasion would lose balance only to topple to the ground below. Sound had escaped her for a moment as thoughts and memories tangled themselves in her focus. Pausing her thoughtful strides at the edge of the river bank, her ears elegantly twitched as she listened. Astrum heard small birds murmured quietly, afraid to shatter the chilled atmosphere. The stream skipped over large stones on it’s weary way down the mountain. Droplets slid down the face of tree branches, resounding in a chorus of natural harmony. In one sense the simplistic scene could be described as perfection. Yet, perfection alone had it’s flaws.
Breed: Friesian
Color: Black
Age:4
Gender: Mare
Personality: Headstrong and steadfast, it is seldom that her train of thought is altered. Immensely intelligent and witty, perhaps she is stubborn because of the knowledge that she is often in the right. Very caring and often found doting on those in need, it’s quite peculiar to also note her level of impatience. Frustration and failure are her only fears and weaknesses. Strong mentally and physically, Astrum is quite a fiery handful.
Height: 16.8
Alliance: Light
Past: Brimming to the rim with secrets and enigmas, Astrum’s story would hardly be given justice as of now. Born to an exceptionally large herd lead by a particularly prestigious stallion, it wasn’t within her bidding to depart. Under peculiar circumstances that arose, she found herself separated from the heart of the heard along with several other young spirited foals. Banding together in an unorthodox group, they found solace, protection and leadership in a single stallion far past his prime. So is the first small chapter of her past.
Example Post: Simplistic was the proper wording to describe the landscape about her. However, not all that is simple is trite. Snow from nights previous clung to every surface, and on occasion would lose balance only to topple to the ground below. Sound had escaped her for a moment as thoughts and memories tangled themselves in her focus. Pausing her thoughtful strides at the edge of the river bank, her ears elegantly twitched as she listened. Astrum heard small birds murmured quietly, afraid to shatter the chilled atmosphere. The stream skipped over large stones on it’s weary way down the mountain. Droplets slid down the face of tree branches, resounding in a chorus of natural harmony. In one sense the simplistic scene could be described as perfection. Yet, perfection alone had it’s flaws.
