Post by Silent on May 15, 2011 12:16:54 GMT -5
Name: Circe
Age: Five years
Breed:Trakehner x Morgan
Height: 17 hands high, living to her Trakehner roots.
Physical Description: Circe is the epitome of feminine, long, thin legs, a body that, at first glance, seems fragile and young, a neat, well sculpted head, and beauty to boot- but this, this doesn't quite sum the mare. Her build gives her great speed, lovely elegance seemingly unmatched by other's, although she refuses to let vanity work its way into her mind, or her daily actions. Even knowing her beauty, she keeps a formal air to most that she does. She is not arrogant, although she will refuse to be put down by anyone, and even attempting to do so, will give you a taste of her pride and short temper.
Her coat is dusty blue-ish gray, fading around her body to a much paler shade of the base. Her upper legs, as is typical of her grulla-roan colouring, has faint, zebra-stripe-esque markings that frame the long lengths. The lower expanse of her legs, however, are a bright, clean white, as is a patch over her shoulders, and a blaze bisecting her face, adding contrast to her bright, pale blue eyes, and feminine features.
History: Circe doesn't have a beautiful background, oh no. She came from a small herd, ran by her father. You would think that would make her life a fairytale, but in essence, it made her miserable. Her mother was one of the many mares her father owned, and once Circe was born, her abandoned her- it was the way of their herd. She was reared by a brood mare until she could fend for herself. His sons, always chased off, left only his daughters in the herd, and by far, Circe was his least favorite. She didn't comply to his nonsense, mare-undermining rules, and stood up against him with a sharp tongue and sharper wit. By the time she was a year and a half, he drove her away, which she did with pleasure. She had no bonds in that herd, and wanted nothing further to do with them.
For years, she fended for herself, a lone mare, purposely avoiding most company, and you couldn't blame her. With that upbringing, why would she expect other's lives to be any different? She quickly learned otherwise. When she turned about three, she began talking to other's. She would make friends, become one with other herds for some time, before branching off again- each encounter, making her all the wiser. She began to understand other's, and suddenly knew, her childhood hadn't been perfect, but it wasn't the worst- and not all lived that way. She became less isolated, making friends, yes, but never truly keeping them, knowing it was best for her to keep a move, knowing there had to be something out there, somewhere better for her, that she would never find if she stayed in all of the kind herds she had encountered.
[/size]Age: Five years
Breed:Trakehner x Morgan
Height: 17 hands high, living to her Trakehner roots.
Physical Description: Circe is the epitome of feminine, long, thin legs, a body that, at first glance, seems fragile and young, a neat, well sculpted head, and beauty to boot- but this, this doesn't quite sum the mare. Her build gives her great speed, lovely elegance seemingly unmatched by other's, although she refuses to let vanity work its way into her mind, or her daily actions. Even knowing her beauty, she keeps a formal air to most that she does. She is not arrogant, although she will refuse to be put down by anyone, and even attempting to do so, will give you a taste of her pride and short temper.
Her coat is dusty blue-ish gray, fading around her body to a much paler shade of the base. Her upper legs, as is typical of her grulla-roan colouring, has faint, zebra-stripe-esque markings that frame the long lengths. The lower expanse of her legs, however, are a bright, clean white, as is a patch over her shoulders, and a blaze bisecting her face, adding contrast to her bright, pale blue eyes, and feminine features.
History: Circe doesn't have a beautiful background, oh no. She came from a small herd, ran by her father. You would think that would make her life a fairytale, but in essence, it made her miserable. Her mother was one of the many mares her father owned, and once Circe was born, her abandoned her- it was the way of their herd. She was reared by a brood mare until she could fend for herself. His sons, always chased off, left only his daughters in the herd, and by far, Circe was his least favorite. She didn't comply to his nonsense, mare-undermining rules, and stood up against him with a sharp tongue and sharper wit. By the time she was a year and a half, he drove her away, which she did with pleasure. She had no bonds in that herd, and wanted nothing further to do with them.
For years, she fended for herself, a lone mare, purposely avoiding most company, and you couldn't blame her. With that upbringing, why would she expect other's lives to be any different? She quickly learned otherwise. When she turned about three, she began talking to other's. She would make friends, become one with other herds for some time, before branching off again- each encounter, making her all the wiser. She began to understand other's, and suddenly knew, her childhood hadn't been perfect, but it wasn't the worst- and not all lived that way. She became less isolated, making friends, yes, but never truly keeping them, knowing it was best for her to keep a move, knowing there had to be something out there, somewhere better for her, that she would never find if she stayed in all of the kind herds she had encountered.