Post by Chevrefuille on Jun 29, 2009 22:30:18 GMT -5
Name: Chevrefuille
Gender: Mare
Side: Dark
Physical Description: Well, sometimes when I look in the water, I look silverish. With dapples. I think someone once said dappled gray? I'm not really tall. But I'm not short and fat! I'm a reallll athletic 16' on the dot. I'm totally a brumby and I eat grass. My tail and mane are kinda flowy and black.
Example Post: Imagine floating on a cloud, looking down at the earth, spotting little pebbles of animals and the lush greens of foliage standing out amongst the terrain. Imagine glancing up, rockets passing overhead while precipitation develops inside of the cloud that supports weight. Wait. Wait just a minute. Clouds don't support weight! Falling, falling, I'm falling!
I woke up with a start, grumbling, I stretched my neck, oy, so tense. Next the legs. I didn't break any legs on the fall down? Did I? One, check. Two? Check. Three, yup. Four? FOUR?! Oh, yup. Fourth leg is there, silly leg, it was just hiding. Good job. Nothing is broken. Good, good. I sighed, wiggling about underneath the sun. I planted my front two hooves underneath my chest, and heaved. Heave ho! I lifted myself up, craning my neck to realize I didn't lift my ass up. Oops. I squirmed, the fourth leg didn't want to move. Maybe it was asleep! Wakey wakey fourth leg. Time for rise and shine! I wiggled it some more, and finally managed to rise to my full stance. I'm not really tall. Can horses be tall? I'm not stout though. It'd be ashame to be stout. Like a warthog? I don't like hogs. They're dirty dirty filthy fat animals. I'm no animal! I'm a Chevrefuille. Beautiful as bliss comes, right? An' I'm real smart too. I can count my blessings! Just like mama taught me.
There was only one problem with that though. Mama didn't realize I don't have blessings. It's like God hates me? He totally makes me crazy. I always get the worst of luck. Well, until I sold my soul. See, once there was this one biiiiiig black horse. And he said his name was Damian. Well, Damian is the son of the devil. And he said if I left my family, I could have anything I wanted within reach of the Devil. So I "sold my soul" for real expensive. That way God couldn't buy it back. And therefore, here I am! I managed to leave my family and wander way far aways. Sometimes, though, I wonder if Damian was actually just kidding. Apparently a few months after I left my whole family was killed. But that's okay, because now I'm here, and alone.
. . .Oh my glory it's not okay! I'm so alone. So so alone! I need a, a, I need to eat. Food always makes me feel better. Liiike yummy grass, and yummy food. My tummy gets rumbly when I'm alone. It's like it's trying to talk to me, but usually the rumbly hurts. So I need to get the rumbly to hush up, understand? Well, I understand.
A smile peeled back my lips as I sunk my head low to nibble at the grass. Eyuck, some other animals have definitely stepped on this grass. Good thing my rumbly tummy isn't too picky, huh? "Yum, yum, in my tum. Tum tum likes yum yum!" I squeaked out a song as I nibbled on the grass, the green foliage grinding in my teeth, running down the long path into my stomach. I sighed, once tum tum was full, I needed to move on. I needed to go to this place, hmm, Damian said it was named. Well, uh.
Uh.
Oh. I need to go to Arizxon.
Gender: Mare
Side: Dark
Physical Description: Well, sometimes when I look in the water, I look silverish. With dapples. I think someone once said dappled gray? I'm not really tall. But I'm not short and fat! I'm a reallll athletic 16' on the dot. I'm totally a brumby and I eat grass. My tail and mane are kinda flowy and black.
Example Post: Imagine floating on a cloud, looking down at the earth, spotting little pebbles of animals and the lush greens of foliage standing out amongst the terrain. Imagine glancing up, rockets passing overhead while precipitation develops inside of the cloud that supports weight. Wait. Wait just a minute. Clouds don't support weight! Falling, falling, I'm falling!
I woke up with a start, grumbling, I stretched my neck, oy, so tense. Next the legs. I didn't break any legs on the fall down? Did I? One, check. Two? Check. Three, yup. Four? FOUR?! Oh, yup. Fourth leg is there, silly leg, it was just hiding. Good job. Nothing is broken. Good, good. I sighed, wiggling about underneath the sun. I planted my front two hooves underneath my chest, and heaved. Heave ho! I lifted myself up, craning my neck to realize I didn't lift my ass up. Oops. I squirmed, the fourth leg didn't want to move. Maybe it was asleep! Wakey wakey fourth leg. Time for rise and shine! I wiggled it some more, and finally managed to rise to my full stance. I'm not really tall. Can horses be tall? I'm not stout though. It'd be ashame to be stout. Like a warthog? I don't like hogs. They're dirty dirty filthy fat animals. I'm no animal! I'm a Chevrefuille. Beautiful as bliss comes, right? An' I'm real smart too. I can count my blessings! Just like mama taught me.
There was only one problem with that though. Mama didn't realize I don't have blessings. It's like God hates me? He totally makes me crazy. I always get the worst of luck. Well, until I sold my soul. See, once there was this one biiiiiig black horse. And he said his name was Damian. Well, Damian is the son of the devil. And he said if I left my family, I could have anything I wanted within reach of the Devil. So I "sold my soul" for real expensive. That way God couldn't buy it back. And therefore, here I am! I managed to leave my family and wander way far aways. Sometimes, though, I wonder if Damian was actually just kidding. Apparently a few months after I left my whole family was killed. But that's okay, because now I'm here, and alone.
. . .Oh my glory it's not okay! I'm so alone. So so alone! I need a, a, I need to eat. Food always makes me feel better. Liiike yummy grass, and yummy food. My tummy gets rumbly when I'm alone. It's like it's trying to talk to me, but usually the rumbly hurts. So I need to get the rumbly to hush up, understand? Well, I understand.
A smile peeled back my lips as I sunk my head low to nibble at the grass. Eyuck, some other animals have definitely stepped on this grass. Good thing my rumbly tummy isn't too picky, huh? "Yum, yum, in my tum. Tum tum likes yum yum!" I squeaked out a song as I nibbled on the grass, the green foliage grinding in my teeth, running down the long path into my stomach. I sighed, once tum tum was full, I needed to move on. I needed to go to this place, hmm, Damian said it was named. Well, uh.
Uh.
Oh. I need to go to Arizxon.