Post by Carcinals Pride on Jul 16, 2007 0:11:37 GMT -5
Personal Info
Your Name: Missy
Nicknames: Mia
Age: 14
Gender: female
Characters You Play On WCS: Carcinals Pride
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Character Info
Show Name: Carcinals Pride
Barn Name: Pride
Age: 2
Gender: Filly
Height: 17hh
Breed: Thoroughbred
Riding Discipline(s): Racing
Physical Description:
Some would look at her and say your horse is a terrific jumper, what is it a Hanoverian? You could just smile and say somehting a bit more special than a jumper. The top racing filly at your stables, which specializes in barrel racing and reining more than endurance and stamina. Her mother a buckskin Thoroughbred with lines of mystery and a pure bred stallion bred for perfection, pops out a long-legged, wobbly, spoiled, confusion of a filly you could ever see.
The months went by, and her legs grew alot more than her body of course. Alot say the legs grow until they are about two years old, then the body plays catch up to regain balance, well this filly never stopped growing. At the age of 14 months,about the time we wean our foals, she was a big as her mother and had as much beauty, if not more. With a startling snow white coat that struck fair against her mothers doeskin pelt, she was the opposite of her black father. I suppose you want to know more of her looks right, well I`ll get to that now to make you feel better.
The legs like I said were long and until she was two and a half, she was ungainly. Some didn`t like some of the things that most would call a flaw. Her thickly muscled neck was to long, and her shoulder blade sloped a bit more than most would like in a racer. Her rear and flanks were a bit flabby, but most of the muscle that was supposed to be there was in her back pistons. She had so much muscle in those long legs that some would call her a colt, but we would just laugh and say "NO, shes a her". Her chest capacity was broad, large and wide, large enough to hold a large set of lungs and heart. Some would take one look at her hooves and say pancake feet, but we would say spades. Her hooves were sloped to almost flattened, but she could dig into the earth on those tracks and push off.
Psychological Description:
In the pasture and stall, she is the horse that could melt your heart with one look. When being saddled, she would put up a fuss, but when that bridle was shown to show her that work was to be done and not to be kept waiting, she would plunge for it, mouth agape. This filly loved to work, whether she was teaching a youngster to pony, or leaving dust on the track, she loved it, not all those boring things you call trail rides either. She wanted speed, and thats what she got. In the gate, she had ot have her friend or whatever pony that lead her, be right there until the gate closed behind her. When that happened, it was like nothing else mattered to her. If you could video-tape just her head at the gate, you would see fire and determination in those eyes, her whiskers twitching, and her ears flattened for whatever onslaught she would endure this time, either flying hooves or flying dirt. On the track however, she was hell to hold back. Some would say her unknown mothers lines traced back to Man O` War, but her owner doubted it, she was just eager to run. On the track, it was either "MY way, or the highway!', and she made sure it was like that. Exploding from the gait, she would settle back and watch the other tire, finally going after the leaders. Chasing them down, she would sweep past them as if it were nothing, with her head in the air.
History:
When born into the large farm in the middle of Georgie, she was a small wonder to the farms occupants. Every morning, she greeted the sun with a joyous whinny, waking the others and letting them be known of her wakefullness and empty stomach to her dam. After he feeding, she would frolic with the goats she shared a pen with. Next to her pen was her great father.He towered over her at a staggering 17.3 hands, his air regal; he knew his stance was above most here. She respected and admired him from afar, but one day he was not there to seen.hearing from her mother that he had important business, she finally told the excited filly about racing. Hearing about the great races shje took part in, the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, and many more, she became determined to show her owners her speed. First try of speed was a fall head-over-heels. Her legs were still not balanced, but she was being watched with eager eyes. Finally at the age of one, she tried her legs once agian and struck gold, and her new show name. Carcinals Pride, a fancy name that deserved repsect, and little did she know of the respect she would get. During her rigorous training, she took a traumatizing effect with the saddle and was hard to saddle all her life. But the bridle ment work, and that she loved to do was please her rider. First when she started the slow endurence and stamina work, she became bored and fiery, but discovered the new strength and speed she had. Finally at the age of two, the day to race. A small town race of three horses, her being the only filly put large hold on her. Exploding from the gait, she took her stance as if she had been doing it her whole life. Chasing down the colts with heart, she won the face by 5 lengths and the heart of the town behind her. Getitng older, she perfomred in Maiden Races, winning less and less, finally coming to a stop.
Example Post:
Waking up again to the stillness of the night, he shot to his feet to see where he had fallen. Slightly letting his tense frame relax, he scouted the arrea of others.Calmly he spotted another smaller pony breed of mare and bared his bloody fangs at her. Quickly skittering away from him, he laughed at her. For his small stature, fear was great in these larger breeds apparently. He had no wish to rule, except maybe have a small herd of mares to carry his royal bloodlines. He snorted and trotted briskly to the scnent of water, crushing small animals if they not dared move out of his way. Stopping at a small downed pine, he quickly took in the scent of a creek and followed the breeze, finally coming to the dark waters. Crinking sparingly, he glanced up slyly, water drops peeling from his maw, dripping, causing disturbance on the waters ebony surface. Shaking his pelt free of dew drops, he itched his back quickly. His plet was of snowy white, doe color creeping up his fore limbs, leopard spots upon his rump and back limbs. He was a rare color in his homeland, but he was not sure here. Rearing, he screamed a challenge of any mini femme that dared his offers.
Banjo
Your Name: Missy
Nicknames: Mia
Age: 14
Gender: female
Characters You Play On WCS: Carcinals Pride
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Character Info
Show Name: Carcinals Pride
Barn Name: Pride
Age: 2
Gender: Filly
Height: 17hh
Breed: Thoroughbred
Riding Discipline(s): Racing
Physical Description:
Some would look at her and say your horse is a terrific jumper, what is it a Hanoverian? You could just smile and say somehting a bit more special than a jumper. The top racing filly at your stables, which specializes in barrel racing and reining more than endurance and stamina. Her mother a buckskin Thoroughbred with lines of mystery and a pure bred stallion bred for perfection, pops out a long-legged, wobbly, spoiled, confusion of a filly you could ever see.
The months went by, and her legs grew alot more than her body of course. Alot say the legs grow until they are about two years old, then the body plays catch up to regain balance, well this filly never stopped growing. At the age of 14 months,about the time we wean our foals, she was a big as her mother and had as much beauty, if not more. With a startling snow white coat that struck fair against her mothers doeskin pelt, she was the opposite of her black father. I suppose you want to know more of her looks right, well I`ll get to that now to make you feel better.
The legs like I said were long and until she was two and a half, she was ungainly. Some didn`t like some of the things that most would call a flaw. Her thickly muscled neck was to long, and her shoulder blade sloped a bit more than most would like in a racer. Her rear and flanks were a bit flabby, but most of the muscle that was supposed to be there was in her back pistons. She had so much muscle in those long legs that some would call her a colt, but we would just laugh and say "NO, shes a her". Her chest capacity was broad, large and wide, large enough to hold a large set of lungs and heart. Some would take one look at her hooves and say pancake feet, but we would say spades. Her hooves were sloped to almost flattened, but she could dig into the earth on those tracks and push off.
Psychological Description:
In the pasture and stall, she is the horse that could melt your heart with one look. When being saddled, she would put up a fuss, but when that bridle was shown to show her that work was to be done and not to be kept waiting, she would plunge for it, mouth agape. This filly loved to work, whether she was teaching a youngster to pony, or leaving dust on the track, she loved it, not all those boring things you call trail rides either. She wanted speed, and thats what she got. In the gate, she had ot have her friend or whatever pony that lead her, be right there until the gate closed behind her. When that happened, it was like nothing else mattered to her. If you could video-tape just her head at the gate, you would see fire and determination in those eyes, her whiskers twitching, and her ears flattened for whatever onslaught she would endure this time, either flying hooves or flying dirt. On the track however, she was hell to hold back. Some would say her unknown mothers lines traced back to Man O` War, but her owner doubted it, she was just eager to run. On the track, it was either "MY way, or the highway!', and she made sure it was like that. Exploding from the gait, she would settle back and watch the other tire, finally going after the leaders. Chasing them down, she would sweep past them as if it were nothing, with her head in the air.
History:
When born into the large farm in the middle of Georgie, she was a small wonder to the farms occupants. Every morning, she greeted the sun with a joyous whinny, waking the others and letting them be known of her wakefullness and empty stomach to her dam. After he feeding, she would frolic with the goats she shared a pen with. Next to her pen was her great father.He towered over her at a staggering 17.3 hands, his air regal; he knew his stance was above most here. She respected and admired him from afar, but one day he was not there to seen.hearing from her mother that he had important business, she finally told the excited filly about racing. Hearing about the great races shje took part in, the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, and many more, she became determined to show her owners her speed. First try of speed was a fall head-over-heels. Her legs were still not balanced, but she was being watched with eager eyes. Finally at the age of one, she tried her legs once agian and struck gold, and her new show name. Carcinals Pride, a fancy name that deserved repsect, and little did she know of the respect she would get. During her rigorous training, she took a traumatizing effect with the saddle and was hard to saddle all her life. But the bridle ment work, and that she loved to do was please her rider. First when she started the slow endurence and stamina work, she became bored and fiery, but discovered the new strength and speed she had. Finally at the age of two, the day to race. A small town race of three horses, her being the only filly put large hold on her. Exploding from the gait, she took her stance as if she had been doing it her whole life. Chasing down the colts with heart, she won the face by 5 lengths and the heart of the town behind her. Getitng older, she perfomred in Maiden Races, winning less and less, finally coming to a stop.
Example Post:
Waking up again to the stillness of the night, he shot to his feet to see where he had fallen. Slightly letting his tense frame relax, he scouted the arrea of others.Calmly he spotted another smaller pony breed of mare and bared his bloody fangs at her. Quickly skittering away from him, he laughed at her. For his small stature, fear was great in these larger breeds apparently. He had no wish to rule, except maybe have a small herd of mares to carry his royal bloodlines. He snorted and trotted briskly to the scnent of water, crushing small animals if they not dared move out of his way. Stopping at a small downed pine, he quickly took in the scent of a creek and followed the breeze, finally coming to the dark waters. Crinking sparingly, he glanced up slyly, water drops peeling from his maw, dripping, causing disturbance on the waters ebony surface. Shaking his pelt free of dew drops, he itched his back quickly. His plet was of snowy white, doe color creeping up his fore limbs, leopard spots upon his rump and back limbs. He was a rare color in his homeland, but he was not sure here. Rearing, he screamed a challenge of any mini femme that dared his offers.
Banjo
