Post by pippin on Oct 9, 2007 14:29:51 GMT -5
My names was made..Serendipity
My blood runs thick..Azteca(Andalusion x quarter horse)
My pelt is stained..Blood red
My life has been weaved..four years
I stand as shown.. 15.3
Since you asked..Female
I shall tell..Lightened ways
My persona of late.. Serendipity is not one to speak her mind, not at all bold or fast to lash out. All her emotions are stored inside, not shown to others often at all. She is shown to be a caring mare, feelings the hurts of others as if they were her own. The emotions that others hold seem to drive her, as if she felt them herself. With her own emotions locked away to where even she can't find them, she lives off the emotions felt by others. When alone she is a thoughtful and soft spoken, showing a careful side to her. She is not one to put herself or othes into a dangerous situation.
My pretty looks..Serendipity is a very stocky horse, her qaurter horse traits showing her square stance. She has a long, pretty neck with a dainty head. High steps and almost a prance to the way she walks. Her coat is a blood colored, almost as if stained with blood, a deep chestnut with a dark mane and tail. She has a milky white sock on hind left foot, adding some texture to her dark pelt. On her forehead is a very thin stripe that runs from between her eyes the between her nostrils. Also setting off her dark coat.
The past be told..Serendipity grew up a normal horse with a mother that cared and other foals to play with. She grew fond of a sweet cold named Entia and he grew fond of her. Together they played in the stream and munched on grass before giving up and drinking milk from their mothers. The elder horses would smile and say that the two were to be mates when they got older, and Serendipity and Entia played with that idea. The other foals soon grew envious of their bond and wouldn't speak to them anymore. So the two only grew in friendship.
They grew up to be a beautiful couple, Serendipity a long legged princess with her dark chestnut coat and soft brown eyes. Entia was a handsome prince with a dappled grey coat, and together the set off the highlight of their own features.
Just after they were two years old, a huge storm came. Dark cloud covered the sky and darkened the day and blackened the night. Rain pelted them like bullets from the sky, and they all grew fearful. Around this time, Serendipity started to feel the fear of the horses. Their fear just pushed her own aside and took over. She was jumpy and on the verge of bolting, so many different feels rolled over her, and confused her.
The wind grew and it became to much, in the black of the storm, Serendipity fled, leaving them all behind.
A week after the storm fled the sky and gave them a rainbow in its wake, Serendipity returned. A few bodies of older horses lay where they had been left, where they had been trampled in fear, and where fear had been to much for their old hearts. No one else was there but Serendipity and the dead corpses of elder horses.
To this day she doesn't know if Entia survived, but she shoved all her true emotions and tried to hide from the hurt that that day had brought her. But the feelings of others still remain, and she hopes that it might be a safe haven for her to hide in.
The word of choice..Snikkers
