Post by Magnum Moon on Dec 30, 2007 20:40:45 GMT -5
Lol I tried my best, and thought of it all at the top of my head. So here it is...
The mare I shall enter to try to become the light queen is my graceful Morning Dove. She is a laid-back, kind equine, who is very aware of her surroundings. She is four years of age, and ready to run a herd. Her energy is a gift to her, as she never seems to run out of it. Her draft-like body assists her greatly, making her take dominance with her strength. Advice is given to those in need, and respect is all she would ask for in return. In herd dominance, she is well respected, and very much usually near the top ranking. If in battle, she shall not endanger her herd first, but hardly ever attacks first.
As dawn approaches, and reveals its treasures of the sky’s water colors of gold, lavenders and blues, she is awakening and beginning her task of the gift Mother Nature has set upon her. As she thunders through her territory, the wind moans as the whipping of her long, wavy mane and tail dance like ember flames. Large, cream hooves indent into the earth, as if marking her queenly traveling. Icy blue eyes alert, scanning the silent dosing valleys for dangers. The rising sun shines onto her pelt, as white as milk with splashes of black, with dapples dancing upon it. Delicate ears placed atop a beautiful broad head flick back and forth, hearing as the Earth awakened. A brisk halt suddenly came upon her, and she reared, slashing out her hooves to the air. Lowering, a loud scream emerged from her velvet black lips. Morning Dove has awakened.
The mare I shall enter to try to become the light queen is my graceful Morning Dove. She is a laid-back, kind equine, who is very aware of her surroundings. She is four years of age, and ready to run a herd. Her energy is a gift to her, as she never seems to run out of it. Her draft-like body assists her greatly, making her take dominance with her strength. Advice is given to those in need, and respect is all she would ask for in return. In herd dominance, she is well respected, and very much usually near the top ranking. If in battle, she shall not endanger her herd first, but hardly ever attacks first.
As dawn approaches, and reveals its treasures of the sky’s water colors of gold, lavenders and blues, she is awakening and beginning her task of the gift Mother Nature has set upon her. As she thunders through her territory, the wind moans as the whipping of her long, wavy mane and tail dance like ember flames. Large, cream hooves indent into the earth, as if marking her queenly traveling. Icy blue eyes alert, scanning the silent dosing valleys for dangers. The rising sun shines onto her pelt, as white as milk with splashes of black, with dapples dancing upon it. Delicate ears placed atop a beautiful broad head flick back and forth, hearing as the Earth awakened. A brisk halt suddenly came upon her, and she reared, slashing out her hooves to the air. Lowering, a loud scream emerged from her velvet black lips. Morning Dove has awakened.