Post by Ammy on Nov 23, 2008 16:07:39 GMT -5
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Name: Amora
Age: 3
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Brail
Powers:
Name: Amora
Age: 3
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Mare
Alliance: Brail
Powers:
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Amora is an all black mustang mare. She has lighter gray colored hooves and deep black eyes. You can't even tell where her eyes are because they match her fur so well. She is the most beautiful horse there is and she has a long mane and tail. Her body is shaped perfectly and there are no flaws except one. She has a long scar running from the base of her tail to the bottom of her back right leg. Amora has one small dark gray ring around her left eye, it makes her eye more pronounced. She is just an absolute beauty, her muscles are also very visible, and she is STRONG.Personality:
Amora's personality is stunning. She is a kind horse and has a very sweet disposition. She enjoys spending time with her herd and the ones she cares most about. She is a real flirt and has strong skills as a leader. She cares for the young and old. She is the sweetest horse you could meet, except when she is fighting. She has wonderful fighting skills and is pretty easy to tick off. She is mostly calm, but sometimes it just snaps and she can't keep her cool.History:
She had a pretty normal history. Amora lived in a caring herd and was the heiress to the throne, until her family was killed by a bunch of wolves. She ran away and headed to the South. She traveled for two years until she finally came here. She is hoping to claim some land and find a mate and friends. She had met a few predators on her way here, a cougar gave her that scar, but she mostly managed to avoid fights by runnning really fast.RP Sample:
Her long pillars were working furiously. She was racing for her own life. She ran from an unknown danger. Amora had her ears pinned tight to her head, her breath came in ragged gasps. She had been running for a while, trying to put as much space in between her and Christian. He had tortured he many a time, he was a living nightmare, taking her spirit and trying to break it. She shook her head violently, she must forget the past and concentrate on leaving him far behind. She had been mean to him and she kicked him in the face, that was a mistake. He had gone after her and she had left him as fast as possible. Amora felt her legs becoming weak, she felt like her chest was on fire. Her throat was raw and most likely red. She skidded to a hault just before she got to a cliff. The drop was about 100ft down. She let out a shrill neigh and almost fell over. She stood there for a moment her heart pounding. She took a few deep breaths before finally getting control of herself. It wasn't before long that she heard the sound of a nearby stream. Walking over to it she bent her head and took a long drink of the icey water. The cold felt good in Amora's throat. She lay down and closed her eyes, not realising that, from the shadows, she was being watched by Christian.
When Amora woke and found that she had slept until about noon. She stood and ate some more, getting a long drink here and there. She shook her beautiful mane and began to head off to the west. She soon noticed that the ground was sloping downwards. The cliff on her right was only 34ft tall. She picked up the pace a little, now moving at a fast trot. Amora went on like this for ten minutes before finally reaching the bottom. She walked into the large valley, surrounded by tall cliffs. The only way out was how she got in. The path she had followed was small and she had to press her side against the cliff face to keep from falling. She walked through the long grass until she came to a river. It was about ten feet wide and one foot deep, the very deepest part was only four feet in depth. Amora took a long drink of the running water. She then settled herself under a large umbrella tree to eat.
