Post by Amore on Jul 6, 2009 23:31:35 GMT -5
replying to;;
Verloren, Lore if you prefer
quite clearly;;
male
roamed for;;
four cycles
bleeding the blood of a;;
paint x quarter horse cross
doused in the shade of;;
black overo
growing hairs of;;
black
viewing the world through;;
blue eyes
splashed with;;
a blaze and two socks, right fore and hind, as well as black wings
stretched to the sky until;;
sixteen hands
bound by choice to;;
Anno
learnt to be;;
Silent
Lore is very quiet, believing fully in thinking before acting and actions speaking much louder than words. If there is nothing to be said, he will stay quiet. No silence is awkward for him, and he rather enjoys it.
Contemplative
You will often see him simply staring out at a beautiful landscape, his gaze blank and almost like a statue. If this is the case, he is thinking. He could be thinking about little things, such as what to do about a grass problem, or, if all else fails, he thinks about life questions, such as the ultimate meaning of life.
Alert
Even if he is thinking, Lore is always alert to his surroundings, often one of the first to notice danger coming. He is always checking the boundaries of his land to make sure there are no unwelcome visitors.
Prideful
Like many other Anno residents, Lore has a habit of being full of pride, thinking his land and his mares and whatever is his to be the best of the best. His head is always carried high, his step always confident.
Bad Decision Maker
This is his major downfall as a leader. Lore is often so busy thinking of this outcome and that outcome and what each could mean that he has difficulties making large decisions. Small decisions, such as asking a mare to join his herd, do not escape him, but anything bigger and he often instead asks another for their opinion, weighing it in with his own.
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lived through a life including;;
Foalhood
Lore was his mother's first foal, and the only son she would ever produce. Being born to the two leads of a herd, he had high expectations set up his little shoulders, but he had all the encouragement he could ever hope for. Everyone liked him, though he didn't often play with the other foals. He had been born premature, and so was smaller and weaker than the others. Through his foalhood, he strove to prove himself in other ways, until his tiny body grew and caught up to the other foals of the herd. He learnt what it meant to be a leader by following his father around, rather than sticking to his mother's side. It wasn't long until a year had passed, and the young overo was growing faster than the others and skyrocketed in height past them.
As a Young Horse
During this time, he began racing and sparring with the other colts, striving to meet what was expected of him, and surpass it if he could. His power over wind began to show, so then that was added to the list of things to practise. The stress began to build up, though, and then he turned two and finally noticed a gorgeous filly in his herd. He began slacking off on his minor duties to spend time with her. At first, his father ignored it, thinking it was a phase that would pass. It wasn't. After a few months of this 'foolishness', his father tried to put a stop to it. He didn't dare chase his son out of the herd, as he was determined for Lore to be a great leader. Instead, he made the foolhardy decision to chase the filly out. For a few weeks, Lore was in a deeply depressed mood, drinking little, eating almost less. Then she returned, scratches from a cougar raked along her sides. He was the only one to see her. He attempted to care for her in secret, in the woods, but the cougar had managed to follow and caught up. While he was away, back with the herd, it found her and killed her. Deciding it was his father's fault, ultimately, because he had chased her away, he shunned his herd and left to find his own land.
Recent
It took him the whole year to find the right home and get over his loss, but it wasn't until now that he has begun to realize she wasn't the one, like he had thought at the time. She was gorgeous, and nice, for sure, but he had been younger, immature, and he had latched onto whatever he could to escape the pressure he had been under.
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Accepted, empowered with the second quadrant of air
