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Season: Autumn
Breeding?: Yes
Land Appearance: The air is crisp, the foilage is turning, many trees are losing leaves. Animals are gaining their winter coats, hibernating aniamls are foraging for food, a frenzy is about as everything seems rushed. By everyday the air gets cooler, and frost appears on the ground everymore instead of dew.
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We are in need of dark/evil horses. Either gender.
A lonesome stallion « Result #1 on Dec 1, 2006, 2:24am »
The grass crunched under Ramoks hooves as he trotted, not paying attention to where he was going. What is this place? Still he trotted on. Will his heart ever find a place to call home? Would he ever meet the perfect mare? Only time could tell.
Name:Ramok Age:4 Gender:Stallion Breed:holstein Aliance:Unkown Height:15.3 History/past:Ramok was left to fend for himself at a young age after his father was killed in battle and his mother stolen by another stallion. He is good natured but can become agressive when pushed. Sample post: Ramok trotted along the grass, wondering where he was. For the past 2 days he had been in endless forest. He was begining to get sick of seeing tree after tree after tree.
Suddenly movement caught Ramoks eye. He stopped dead in his tracks. Ears erect, every sence on alert. What was the strange creature that had snapped his thoughts back to reality?
Re: The claim of a lonely filly « Result #9 on Aug 29, 2006, 8:04pm »
Maverick also dipped her crania in respect. The filly had put up quite a fight indeed. Maverick walked to a lake and rolled, cleaning her wounds and cuts. The bruises weren't as bad, and she was just scratched up. She got out and shook herself dry. Taking a few mouthfuls of grass she rested a moment.