Post by Sacoorah on Nov 18, 2014 1:00:38 GMT
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Name: Moonacre
Breed: American Paint Horse x Thoroughbred x Oldenburg x Tennessee Walking Horse
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Neutral
Pelt Color: Bay Frame Overo
Mane and Tail colour: Both are Black
Eye Color: Pale Sapphire Blue
Markings: White Frame
Height: 16.3 Hands
Personality: Much like her sire Moonacre, or Moon as she usually goes by, is soft spoken, gentle, kind, caring, loyal, protective (particularly over her colt Fastion and her Sire Mornhavon), she's playful and trustworthy. Moon is all about making friendships and any other kinds of relationships as long lasting as possible. Though unlike her sire, Moon will try to talk through issues, but if talking doesn't work she's more willing to use physical harm, and attack someone. She can often be found racing and chasing and playing with Fastion and her sire, or if Moon and Fastion are not within Daddy's herd, Moon and Fastion will be side by side playing right along with the other youngsters. Moon wants to be able to fall in love, find a father figure for Fastion, but she's afraid to open her heart to be loved and to love anyone other than Fastion or her sire. But she's got a huge heart and it is filled with love to be had. Like her sire too, Moon is a fan of Spring and Autumn, but unlike her sire her favorite is Autumn, she loves the many shades of color and the thunderstorms. She can often be found watching the storms from the shelter of an overhang and usually with Fastion tucked underneath her frame watching the storms with her if he's not asleep. Moon wants love but it will be a long, long road until she trusts someone enough to let them in.
History: t unprotected, ugh she hated that fact about the king, he was far, far too protective. Snorting the queen felt the first pull of the process beginning. Shaking her dial she fell to the ground, she didn't care that it was in the middle of the open and under the bright silver glow of the moon. She lay down and brought the foal into the world before the king was even upon them and by the time he was the filly had nursed and was curled up beneath the queen...asleep. The king moved toward them and the queen pinned her towers a little. "You have got to give up being so protective. When she's rested, me and our daughter are gone."
With that the queen snorted, bared her teeth at the king and lunged him. Mornhavon, shocked at the attack of his queen pinned his own towers in shock and dismay and charged toward the kingdom, leaving the queen and his daughter in the open, unprotected, but she didn't want him there and Mornhavon, raised as he was, left them be. When the next day dawned, Mornhavon returned to where he left the queen and the brand new princess...but they were gone. Mornhavon returned to the kingdom and passed it on to his brother and left. The new princess, doing naught but trailing after her mother looked back on the kingdom and held back tears, vowing when she was old enough, she was going to return to go and meet her sire. For now...she could only follow.
As she grew up, Moonacre didn't have a very carefree foalhood. She was forced to grow up fast and she couldn't play. When Moon was just over a year old she left her dam's side, and headed back for her sire's kingdom. She got there and asked after him. Finding out that he had left, she asked where and then she started searching for her sire. She shook her dial and then, she darted off, joining herds, finding stallions having flings. When she was three, Moon gave birth to her gorgeous colt Fastion, his sire was taken from them soon after his birth, but not before he had brought Moon and Fastion here where Moon's sire happened to stumble across them and now they remain together here in this new kingdom.
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Name: Moonacre
Breed: American Paint Horse x Thoroughbred x Oldenburg x Tennessee Walking Horse
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Neutral
Pelt Color: Bay Frame Overo
Mane and Tail colour: Both are Black
Eye Color: Pale Sapphire Blue
Markings: White Frame
Height: 16.3 Hands
Personality: Much like her sire Moonacre, or Moon as she usually goes by, is soft spoken, gentle, kind, caring, loyal, protective (particularly over her colt Fastion and her Sire Mornhavon), she's playful and trustworthy. Moon is all about making friendships and any other kinds of relationships as long lasting as possible. Though unlike her sire, Moon will try to talk through issues, but if talking doesn't work she's more willing to use physical harm, and attack someone. She can often be found racing and chasing and playing with Fastion and her sire, or if Moon and Fastion are not within Daddy's herd, Moon and Fastion will be side by side playing right along with the other youngsters. Moon wants to be able to fall in love, find a father figure for Fastion, but she's afraid to open her heart to be loved and to love anyone other than Fastion or her sire. But she's got a huge heart and it is filled with love to be had. Like her sire too, Moon is a fan of Spring and Autumn, but unlike her sire her favorite is Autumn, she loves the many shades of color and the thunderstorms. She can often be found watching the storms from the shelter of an overhang and usually with Fastion tucked underneath her frame watching the storms with her if he's not asleep. Moon wants love but it will be a long, long road until she trusts someone enough to let them in.
History: t unprotected, ugh she hated that fact about the king, he was far, far too protective. Snorting the queen felt the first pull of the process beginning. Shaking her dial she fell to the ground, she didn't care that it was in the middle of the open and under the bright silver glow of the moon. She lay down and brought the foal into the world before the king was even upon them and by the time he was the filly had nursed and was curled up beneath the queen...asleep. The king moved toward them and the queen pinned her towers a little. "You have got to give up being so protective. When she's rested, me and our daughter are gone."
With that the queen snorted, bared her teeth at the king and lunged him. Mornhavon, shocked at the attack of his queen pinned his own towers in shock and dismay and charged toward the kingdom, leaving the queen and his daughter in the open, unprotected, but she didn't want him there and Mornhavon, raised as he was, left them be. When the next day dawned, Mornhavon returned to where he left the queen and the brand new princess...but they were gone. Mornhavon returned to the kingdom and passed it on to his brother and left. The new princess, doing naught but trailing after her mother looked back on the kingdom and held back tears, vowing when she was old enough, she was going to return to go and meet her sire. For now...she could only follow.
As she grew up, Moonacre didn't have a very carefree foalhood. She was forced to grow up fast and she couldn't play. When Moon was just over a year old she left her dam's side, and headed back for her sire's kingdom. She got there and asked after him. Finding out that he had left, she asked where and then she started searching for her sire. She shook her dial and then, she darted off, joining herds, finding stallions having flings. When she was three, Moon gave birth to her gorgeous colt Fastion, his sire was taken from them soon after his birth, but not before he had brought Moon and Fastion here where Moon's sire happened to stumble across them and now they remain together here in this new kingdom.
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