Post by Miss Paradox on Jun 2, 2012 0:15:31 GMT -7
NAME Lynx
GENDER Mare
AGE Six
BREED[/u] Mutt ( TB, Warmblood, STB, Draft )
HEIGHT[/u] 17hh
ALLIANCE Neutral
APPEARANCE True Black
PERSONALITY
If there was ever a mare more like her sire then I would like to meet her. She is existing to exist, bored but with no agenda. She moves from place to place as she sees fit following whatever it may be that holds her interest no matter how briefly.
Death has never been a great fear for her, nor was she told otherwise. It is something that happens but not something to fear, not something to hinder you in your expectations of life.
She is not anti social but only associates with those who she deems worthy.
Quick tongued and even quicker on her feet she uses whit and sarcasm above squeals and daggers.
HISTORY
Lynx was sired by a brute by the title Zanbiar. He stood at her hight and her coloured coat, right down to the white that marked all four pillars. The one who carried her to term was the only equal to Zanbiar that has ever walked before him. She was quick and clever, not likely to bow down and lived as if there was no tomorrow. They gave birth to something all together horrible. Lynx would not and could not be controlled from the moment she was able to fend for herself. She stayed only long enough to learn the traits she has now before venturing out alone into the wilderness.
PICTURE
Lynx
GENDER Mare
AGE Six
BREED[/u] Mutt ( TB, Warmblood, STB, Draft )
HEIGHT[/u] 17hh
ALLIANCE Neutral
APPEARANCE True Black
PERSONALITY
If there was ever a mare more like her sire then I would like to meet her. She is existing to exist, bored but with no agenda. She moves from place to place as she sees fit following whatever it may be that holds her interest no matter how briefly.
Death has never been a great fear for her, nor was she told otherwise. It is something that happens but not something to fear, not something to hinder you in your expectations of life.
She is not anti social but only associates with those who she deems worthy.
Quick tongued and even quicker on her feet she uses whit and sarcasm above squeals and daggers.
HISTORY
Lynx was sired by a brute by the title Zanbiar. He stood at her hight and her coloured coat, right down to the white that marked all four pillars. The one who carried her to term was the only equal to Zanbiar that has ever walked before him. She was quick and clever, not likely to bow down and lived as if there was no tomorrow. They gave birth to something all together horrible. Lynx would not and could not be controlled from the moment she was able to fend for herself. She stayed only long enough to learn the traits she has now before venturing out alone into the wilderness.
PICTURE
Lynx
