Post by lionheart on Oct 16, 2009 19:19:34 GMT -5
Name of Character: Forest
Text: Forest
Quote: like a river needs the rain
Species: horse
Age: 2
Gender: female
Breed: Appaloosa
Colour: black and white leopard
Physical Appearance: she’s a tad on the small and dainty side.
Personality: she’s pretty wise and mature for her age. She just wants to be with others, be loved, and keep learning. She is a bit depressed at the moment though, because her herd abandoned her.
Images or References: ringoluver.deviantart.com/art/The-Thirteenth-Crayola-129741616 --> I like the black on the muzzle and the legs
Image Ideas: maybe... in the forest? =D. I don’t exactly know what I what, I’m not picky with her. Just make her beautiful <3
Example post with requested character: Darkness is a mysterious thing. In some situations, nothing can stop it from settling, in others, all it takes is a single flickering flame, and the darkness is no more. Darkness is a funny thing, some fear it, and others welcome it. In itself, darkness brings life and it brings death. Darkness, or the lack of it measures time. Darkness sometimes enters into those it touches, corrupting them. Darkness results in many things, and this is only another story of how it changed a life.
She was older than a filly, but not quite a mare yet. She was in the transition phase, which is perhaps the most important of all. She was no longer a child, and so, she no longer spent all her days immersed in childish games. She was not yet a mare, and so, she did not know the world. She was merely an in-between, and a ruthless one at that. She was so eager to grow and to learn, but, at times she tried too hard, and, like a star, she burned out. At present, she was not her best. She was alone, hungry, ragged and heartbroken. She was a flame snuffed out.
You see, her life had drastically changed.
Her destiny had been decided for her.
She had been abandoned and beaten in the darkness.
And then she had found a light.
Her coat, at its finest, glistened in the sunlight, and glowed in the moonlight. It was different, and many mistook difference for beauty. The girl did not think highly of herself at all. She had spent all of her life thus far finding no difference between herself and many others. If she was no different, why should she be deemed better or worse? She spent her time, not judging herself or others, but merely trying to exceed, or at least rise up to meet the expectations others had of her. She was humble, for she knew that there was so much more she had to learn, from others, from life itself. But perhaps she was humbled the most when she walked beneath the stars that she would never see.
She did not know where she was, or how far she’d come. She did not know the way back home, but really, she had no home to go back to. She stood, resigned, ready to accept her fate. She found herself beneath a tree, and gratefully, she leaned against it. Her spotted coat no longer gleamed like it used to, instead it was dull, coated in ash and blood. Perhaps it was good that she could not see herself, for if she had, even she might have wavered and tilted towards oblivion. But, she couldn’t see herself, and perhaps this was how she had managed to come this far.
It had been during a sudden, vicious storm. It had not rained for months, and the land had been crying for nourishment. There had been heavy black clouds rolling in, she could imagine them in her head. It had rained, and the herd had moved into the forest, to find shelter. They had not foreseen what terror was to come, how could they, when there had been nothing but the rain? She was sure that, even if she could see, she would have been blinded by it. It was then that the lightning slithered across the heavens, lighting up the night. It struck down around them, and then the forest was on fire. Amid the roaring of the thunder, and the crackling of the fire, she had somehow gotten lost, the sense she most heavily relied upon was rendered useless. She had fled, running blindly, crying out for her friends and family. No one came back for her. She wandered, burnt and despairing. Days passed, and she found no trace of them, the bitter odour of smoke still clinging to her skin, clouding her nostrils. She was found in the dark, one bitterly cold night, by a stranger, a cruel stallion who had attacked and beaten her. She was sure that she would never live to see another day, but then somebody had saved her, and all too soon, he also had abandoned her. But not before giving her a set of instructions, and wishing her well on her journey...
While still aching from the loss of her rescuer, he had given her reason to go onwards, had alerted her to a place where she might find peace. Standing beneath the light of the crescent moon, the girl did not know if she had reached this place of his yet, this place where she could be safe. She did not know what would happen to her, or who would find her. She did not know if what she was looking for was even here, or if she would ever be united with her old herd again. But, no matter what, she did know one thing. She knew who she was.
She was, and always would be Forest, the in-between, not quite there yet creature who had so much to give, and so much more to learn. She wasn’t the one that was waiting for life to begin. It was life that was waiting for her.
Comments: She has a genetic defect or something like that. Horses with homozygous leopard gene are night-blind. So poor Forest can’t see in the dark! So, she’s a bit lost, most of the time, because she has yet to get a hang of walking around blind.
Signature?: no thank you
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? www.thelostislands.webs.com/enchanted/frames.htm
Specific Artist?: Love you Crimsy <333
Text: Forest
Quote: like a river needs the rain
Species: horse
Age: 2
Gender: female
Breed: Appaloosa
Colour: black and white leopard
Physical Appearance: she’s a tad on the small and dainty side.
Personality: she’s pretty wise and mature for her age. She just wants to be with others, be loved, and keep learning. She is a bit depressed at the moment though, because her herd abandoned her.
Images or References: ringoluver.deviantart.com/art/The-Thirteenth-Crayola-129741616 --> I like the black on the muzzle and the legs
Image Ideas: maybe... in the forest? =D. I don’t exactly know what I what, I’m not picky with her. Just make her beautiful <3
Example post with requested character: Darkness is a mysterious thing. In some situations, nothing can stop it from settling, in others, all it takes is a single flickering flame, and the darkness is no more. Darkness is a funny thing, some fear it, and others welcome it. In itself, darkness brings life and it brings death. Darkness, or the lack of it measures time. Darkness sometimes enters into those it touches, corrupting them. Darkness results in many things, and this is only another story of how it changed a life.
She was older than a filly, but not quite a mare yet. She was in the transition phase, which is perhaps the most important of all. She was no longer a child, and so, she no longer spent all her days immersed in childish games. She was not yet a mare, and so, she did not know the world. She was merely an in-between, and a ruthless one at that. She was so eager to grow and to learn, but, at times she tried too hard, and, like a star, she burned out. At present, she was not her best. She was alone, hungry, ragged and heartbroken. She was a flame snuffed out.
You see, her life had drastically changed.
Her destiny had been decided for her.
She had been abandoned and beaten in the darkness.
And then she had found a light.
Her coat, at its finest, glistened in the sunlight, and glowed in the moonlight. It was different, and many mistook difference for beauty. The girl did not think highly of herself at all. She had spent all of her life thus far finding no difference between herself and many others. If she was no different, why should she be deemed better or worse? She spent her time, not judging herself or others, but merely trying to exceed, or at least rise up to meet the expectations others had of her. She was humble, for she knew that there was so much more she had to learn, from others, from life itself. But perhaps she was humbled the most when she walked beneath the stars that she would never see.
She did not know where she was, or how far she’d come. She did not know the way back home, but really, she had no home to go back to. She stood, resigned, ready to accept her fate. She found herself beneath a tree, and gratefully, she leaned against it. Her spotted coat no longer gleamed like it used to, instead it was dull, coated in ash and blood. Perhaps it was good that she could not see herself, for if she had, even she might have wavered and tilted towards oblivion. But, she couldn’t see herself, and perhaps this was how she had managed to come this far.
It had been during a sudden, vicious storm. It had not rained for months, and the land had been crying for nourishment. There had been heavy black clouds rolling in, she could imagine them in her head. It had rained, and the herd had moved into the forest, to find shelter. They had not foreseen what terror was to come, how could they, when there had been nothing but the rain? She was sure that, even if she could see, she would have been blinded by it. It was then that the lightning slithered across the heavens, lighting up the night. It struck down around them, and then the forest was on fire. Amid the roaring of the thunder, and the crackling of the fire, she had somehow gotten lost, the sense she most heavily relied upon was rendered useless. She had fled, running blindly, crying out for her friends and family. No one came back for her. She wandered, burnt and despairing. Days passed, and she found no trace of them, the bitter odour of smoke still clinging to her skin, clouding her nostrils. She was found in the dark, one bitterly cold night, by a stranger, a cruel stallion who had attacked and beaten her. She was sure that she would never live to see another day, but then somebody had saved her, and all too soon, he also had abandoned her. But not before giving her a set of instructions, and wishing her well on her journey...
While still aching from the loss of her rescuer, he had given her reason to go onwards, had alerted her to a place where she might find peace. Standing beneath the light of the crescent moon, the girl did not know if she had reached this place of his yet, this place where she could be safe. She did not know what would happen to her, or who would find her. She did not know if what she was looking for was even here, or if she would ever be united with her old herd again. But, no matter what, she did know one thing. She knew who she was.
She was, and always would be Forest, the in-between, not quite there yet creature who had so much to give, and so much more to learn. She wasn’t the one that was waiting for life to begin. It was life that was waiting for her.
Comments: She has a genetic defect or something like that. Horses with homozygous leopard gene are night-blind. So poor Forest can’t see in the dark! So, she’s a bit lost, most of the time, because she has yet to get a hang of walking around blind.
Signature?: no thank you
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? www.thelostislands.webs.com/enchanted/frames.htm
Specific Artist?: Love you Crimsy <333
