Post by vandalistt on Jun 11, 2010 15:10:44 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Mako
Text:
Quote: the shark among fishes
Species: Horse
Age: Three
Gender: Female
Breed: Mustang x Andalusian
Colour: dark blue roan
Physical Appearance: No white, 'cept maybe in her mane and tail in small areas and a snip of pink on her nose
Personality: Mako, despite being named after a vicious predator of the sea, is a very loving girl; she lives life and loves those who are close to her recklessly. She is a dreamer, and has a large heart.
Images or References: None!
Image Ideas: A waterscape of some sort/ sea :3
Example post with requested character:
Since her arrival, Mako had spent the majority of her days exploring. She was so much like a foal still, in her nature, that it was a little surprising. It was just in her personality, to be a free spirit, to be curious of the world around her. To see, smell, touch and occasionally taste. This world was her personal easter egg.
She remembers a time when she thought her herd were the only horses in the world. That was before her mother had taken her to the Crossings. The crossings was where she had made he first childhood friends. She remembers playing tag, chasing the other foals and then being chased in turn. It was so exhilarating. Even the memory was -- so much so that the youthful Mako bounds out of the thicket she had been tangled up in followed by a bucked kick. Her lithe form moved with the earth, as if she were designed from clay its self. She wasn't just a horse midway between a canter and gallop, nay. She was a spirit.
The blue girl absolutely came to life in that moment, ears slicked back, tail lifted, her tangled rigid hair whipping in the wind. That moment was short lived. Mako slows to a trot with excited high steps, it was a walk that she had mimicked from her father, Jareth. Saffron, her mother, certainly didn't do it. She didn't do much of anything, other than be a grump and eat.
Mako sighs, her head lowering as she approaches the water source. The water reminds her of the rolling waves of the bay, and Mako finds herself missing her family. This place, the Ravine, was great. She could run to her heart's desire, and Werewolf was fun and exciting to her, but she still felt a little homesick.
Her lips brush against the water's surface before taking a slow drink, eying her shadow on the metallic surface.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
www.thelostislands.webs.com/enchanted/frames.htm
Specific Artist?: Nope!
Text:
Quote: the shark among fishes
Species: Horse
Age: Three
Gender: Female
Breed: Mustang x Andalusian
Colour: dark blue roan
Physical Appearance: No white, 'cept maybe in her mane and tail in small areas and a snip of pink on her nose
Personality: Mako, despite being named after a vicious predator of the sea, is a very loving girl; she lives life and loves those who are close to her recklessly. She is a dreamer, and has a large heart.
Images or References: None!
Image Ideas: A waterscape of some sort/ sea :3
Example post with requested character:
Since her arrival, Mako had spent the majority of her days exploring. She was so much like a foal still, in her nature, that it was a little surprising. It was just in her personality, to be a free spirit, to be curious of the world around her. To see, smell, touch and occasionally taste. This world was her personal easter egg.
She remembers a time when she thought her herd were the only horses in the world. That was before her mother had taken her to the Crossings. The crossings was where she had made he first childhood friends. She remembers playing tag, chasing the other foals and then being chased in turn. It was so exhilarating. Even the memory was -- so much so that the youthful Mako bounds out of the thicket she had been tangled up in followed by a bucked kick. Her lithe form moved with the earth, as if she were designed from clay its self. She wasn't just a horse midway between a canter and gallop, nay. She was a spirit.
The blue girl absolutely came to life in that moment, ears slicked back, tail lifted, her tangled rigid hair whipping in the wind. That moment was short lived. Mako slows to a trot with excited high steps, it was a walk that she had mimicked from her father, Jareth. Saffron, her mother, certainly didn't do it. She didn't do much of anything, other than be a grump and eat.
Mako sighs, her head lowering as she approaches the water source. The water reminds her of the rolling waves of the bay, and Mako finds herself missing her family. This place, the Ravine, was great. She could run to her heart's desire, and Werewolf was fun and exciting to her, but she still felt a little homesick.
Her lips brush against the water's surface before taking a slow drink, eying her shadow on the metallic surface.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?
www.thelostislands.webs.com/enchanted/frames.htm
Specific Artist?: Nope!
