Post by Acantha + Cowin on Nov 3, 2005 10:00:22 GMT -5
Name: Acantha
Nickname: Aca
Gender: mare
Age: 6
Hide: Chestnust Sabino
Breed: Pintarab (pinto and arab cross)
Path: Dark
Personality:When many are confronted by Aca, she may seem a bit distant, even cold at times. While this may be her normal personality, she's actually a very complex equine. She's not exactly the "funny" one, seeing as how her sense of humor is rather morbid. She is very prideful, almost vain, and while she scarcely bows her head, even in the presence of a Leader, she does not believe herself to be higher than any other horse. Venus is hard to describe, and can be used in many words. A sly and outgoing fae, sneaky at first impressions, smart and quick-witted in the end. She has a strong sense of loyalty and when broken you know she's gone crazed. Aca is not known to be angered easily and sets herself with a patience that can outlast time. But still one's patients can only be stretched so far. Although at times she can be one to express her respectful ways, she can also redivert her emotions swiftly.
The worst thing is if you even happen to breaking through her patience, she’ll be quick on her feet to spring and force you back in line without a speck of grief, pity, or mourn. Strangers will never get a peek to the best of her. But she makes a point of not being rude in her actions. But do not mess with this seemilngly slender femora, beneath her ebon soaked pelt is a well muscled femme capable of giving any male a decent battle.
Rp Sample: On silent hooves she moved with little sound through the powered snow drift ground. Her deep ebony eyes held a sense of tenderness as they looked to the trees. No scent came to her senses apart from that of the snow covered pines that grew scattered around her. She paused, putting her nose to work, double checking the air for any scent of another of her kind. But the only scent that wofted through her nostrils was that of a deer and that meant nothing to her as of now. Her ebonite optics looked to the sky now and then, though she did not find much hope in being found by another. The snow covered earth was undisturbed, only her own trail behind her signified that any creature had set foot here.
A slight wind blew, hopefully carrying her scent to whomever had the sense to lift their neck's regaly to sniff the distinct aroma that eminated forth from her body. To most stallions the scent was irresistable, often Aca recieved the attention of an unwanted stallion. But unbeknownced to them she was indeed looking for a stallion that held the right personality, someone whom would love her for who she was, not merely by her looks.
Nickname: Aca
Gender: mare
Age: 6
Hide: Chestnust Sabino
Breed: Pintarab (pinto and arab cross)
Path: Dark
Personality:When many are confronted by Aca, she may seem a bit distant, even cold at times. While this may be her normal personality, she's actually a very complex equine. She's not exactly the "funny" one, seeing as how her sense of humor is rather morbid. She is very prideful, almost vain, and while she scarcely bows her head, even in the presence of a Leader, she does not believe herself to be higher than any other horse. Venus is hard to describe, and can be used in many words. A sly and outgoing fae, sneaky at first impressions, smart and quick-witted in the end. She has a strong sense of loyalty and when broken you know she's gone crazed. Aca is not known to be angered easily and sets herself with a patience that can outlast time. But still one's patients can only be stretched so far. Although at times she can be one to express her respectful ways, she can also redivert her emotions swiftly.
The worst thing is if you even happen to breaking through her patience, she’ll be quick on her feet to spring and force you back in line without a speck of grief, pity, or mourn. Strangers will never get a peek to the best of her. But she makes a point of not being rude in her actions. But do not mess with this seemilngly slender femora, beneath her ebon soaked pelt is a well muscled femme capable of giving any male a decent battle.
Rp Sample: On silent hooves she moved with little sound through the powered snow drift ground. Her deep ebony eyes held a sense of tenderness as they looked to the trees. No scent came to her senses apart from that of the snow covered pines that grew scattered around her. She paused, putting her nose to work, double checking the air for any scent of another of her kind. But the only scent that wofted through her nostrils was that of a deer and that meant nothing to her as of now. Her ebonite optics looked to the sky now and then, though she did not find much hope in being found by another. The snow covered earth was undisturbed, only her own trail behind her signified that any creature had set foot here.
A slight wind blew, hopefully carrying her scent to whomever had the sense to lift their neck's regaly to sniff the distinct aroma that eminated forth from her body. To most stallions the scent was irresistable, often Aca recieved the attention of an unwanted stallion. But unbeknownced to them she was indeed looking for a stallion that held the right personality, someone whom would love her for who she was, not merely by her looks.