Post by Amori on Mar 31, 2009 16:56:02 GMT -5
Amori a little bit of life...
Full Name; Amori
Nickname (if any);Amy Or Am
Age;4 years old
Breed;Appaloosa
Date of Birth; Febuary 5, 2005
Wild or Tame; T-t-t-tame!
Dislikes;
[/li][li]Fights
[/li][li]Loud noises
[/li][li]Know it all's
[/li][li]Extreme pressure
Loves;
[/li][li]Baths
[/li][li]Being rode -le gasp-
[/li][li]Peace
[/li][li]Eating
Flaws/Fears;
[/li][li]Dieng
[/li][li]Coming to a fight
[/li][li]Not being sold
[/li][li]Not pleasing my owners
Personality;
Height;14.2 Hands
Coat Color;White Leopard Appaloosa patterns
Markings;None.
Best Feature; Her deep, understanding chocolate eyes
Worst Feature; Her mellow-ness...
Family; Believe it or not, when Amori was just a young foal, she got in a slight accident. To sum it up, she had a concussion and has forgot everything since that day. This occured at age 2, and she had already been sold. She doesn't remeber her mom and dad, or any happy foal memories.
History; Before the concussion she had a happy life, and even after it she did. Recovering fully (besides her memory,) she was easily trained and turned out to be an excellent show horse. She's shown in many shows, taking many blue's home. She sells fast and easy, too, because she's so docile in temperment. Willing & pleasing, too!
Rp Sample;
The Facts
[/size]Full Name; Amori
Nickname (if any);Amy Or Am
Age;4 years old
Breed;Appaloosa
Date of Birth; Febuary 5, 2005
Wild or Tame; T-t-t-tame!
The Knowledge
[/size]Dislikes;
[/li][li]Fights
[/li][li]Loud noises
[/li][li]Know it all's
[/li][li]Extreme pressure
Loves;
[/li][li]Baths
[/li][li]Being rode -le gasp-
[/li][li]Peace
[/li][li]Eating
Flaws/Fears;
[/li][li]Dieng
[/li][li]Coming to a fight
[/li][li]Not being sold
[/li][li]Not pleasing my owners
Personality;
The Face;
[/font][/center]Height;14.2 Hands
Coat Color;White Leopard Appaloosa patterns
Markings;None.
Best Feature; Her deep, understanding chocolate eyes
Worst Feature; Her mellow-ness...
Continuing On;
[/font]Family; Believe it or not, when Amori was just a young foal, she got in a slight accident. To sum it up, she had a concussion and has forgot everything since that day. This occured at age 2, and she had already been sold. She doesn't remeber her mom and dad, or any happy foal memories.
History; Before the concussion she had a happy life, and even after it she did. Recovering fully (besides her memory,) she was easily trained and turned out to be an excellent show horse. She's shown in many shows, taking many blue's home. She sells fast and easy, too, because she's so docile in temperment. Willing & pleasing, too!
Rp Sample;
Villa
Life seemed great as of now. The world formed into my shell, complied with my wishes. Though, not to complain, I was getting a little bored with it. Where was the action? The adrenaline? There was none as father pulled away from my touch to go scold the black and white thing that was messing with my family. There was a strange air to dad when he was like this. Like a meanie, someone who could pull of mean, even though they was one of the nicest creatures ever. I want to be that. To be nice, but to be a tough girl. To not be a coward of something bigger than me. I wanna be like daddy! I watched him for several minuets; not noticing mother had shown up beside me. Not until mothers happy chuckle interfered with my daydreaming. I looked up at her with my icy blue eyes, a twinkle rising in them. I watched as the corners of her mouth turned up in a loving smile. We gaze into each other for several moments before she makes a weird sound, and her soft soprano tones hit my drums..
"Villa dear, I believe daddy probably wants to take our exit now,"
And for that ladies and gents, I had no answer. The only answering actions I had were pushing my lips' in a pout, my expression stubborn and determined not to move. I can tell that the temperature has changed. That it no longer rains, but instead has breezes that are freezing. And not to mention breezes, here comes one my way. It blows through my thin coat; my skin absorbs it, my spine shudders and shivers. As the wind continues to beat me down I suddenly don’t fill that cold anymore and I look over to see mothers big, puffy fur against mine. It reminds me of what father did, earlier. But I'm too grateful to linger on the details. I'm completely absorbed in the heat. It seems to radiate of her coat to mine. It seems as if I am relieved of the cold, for now anyway. We seem to drift of into a moment of peace and serenity, one I am thankful for. I take this time to close my eyes for a moment, to take a breather. I slide my mealy dun ears back against my dun poll, they look out for any up-coming sounds. Or that creature who almost killed me. Out of nowhere mother makes another awkward sound, I'm only a bit startled, just enough to make my blue eyes fly open and stare around in shock. It's just mumma, I chant to myself as if I was really scared, but truth be told I didn't move an inch. Stop it! Would father’s tough ways do this?! No, he wouldn't. So stop. I drop it there, all ready disappointed in myself. Instead I try to wonder why mom did it. Is she mad at me? Maybe. But what did I do? Nothing, that I can think of anyway. Maybe something else is making her UN-happy. Whatever it is or was, I just hope it wasn't me. I return to drifting off before I hear mother’s soft and kind voice, her white and tan face close to mine. I see the small smile on her lips, the motherly, serious look in her eyes. I know from that moment she wasn't mad at me. But something else. I listen closely with open curiosity..
"Sweetie, remember this. Don't judge people, no matter what. Especially if you don't know them. You're mother was acting rude to Cassius over there, don't let yourself make the same mistake. Now follow me."
I considered what she had said, nodding my head slowly, not completely knowing what she meant, really only knowing she was upset with this 'Cassius.' Who was Cassius? Not me! I'm Villa! Not mummy, mummy’s Hysteria. No, not daddy either! Daddy's Cruz. So whose name was 'Cassius?' I didn't know, but I sure wondered. And by the time I looked back up to mothers awaiting gaze, she was half way all ready to father. I shortly follow behind her, carefully placing each hoof in front of each other. Soon I was behind mother’s tail, but I did not hide like a coward would. I quickly stepped gracefully around mother, to the front of her to stop and position myself in front of her wide, muscular, broad, and comfy chest. I raised my mealy, bald dun poll, my azul gaze looking up at the black and white thing before me. I remember he was the one earlier I had wanted to meet, and as confident then as now, I still did. I was almost positive he wouldn't hurt me, and if he tried mothered give him something to chew on. Daddy would too. But then again who would want to hurt me? Who couldn't resist my charm? Only that creature-like-thing could. Besides, if that black and white creature wanted a piece of me, I'd fight him off if I wanted to. I was yet to see if he was immune to me or not, and so I placed my biggest and happiest smile on my face and gave him that same, sweet-molasses covered whinny. My eyes twinkled with joy as mother complimented me. Boy, did I have the life.
The End.
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