Post by Briston on Jan 21, 2006 22:14:21 GMT -5
Name:Briston
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Arabian Warmblood
Age: 5
Color (body): White
Color (Mane/tail): Ivory
Markings (if any): Black shadows muzzle. Four chocolate colour hooves.
Personality: Being the King of light he is a very kind and gentle Stallion. Briston is also very youthful and willful, he tends to think he is always right and he isnt always the wisest leader but he is certainly the kindest. He is polite and friendly, only becoming vicious when fighting off the males who challenge or attack him. He is very protective of his fae's and their honor and will let no harm come to them. He is also a very proud male so if someone insults him or disgraces his position or herd he turns on them. He isnt easily angered but when he is he is certainly not afraid of a good fight. When the sun is out and no older horses are around Briston likes to frolic with the young foals just letting the foal inside him out to play.
History: Briston's father was the King of light, Bristons grandfather was King of light, even his great grandfather. It was tradition for that line to continue to rule the herd, only once was Briston ever challenged, by his younger brother who eventually got so fed up with his older brothers rule he left and was never seen again.
Picture:In Siggy.
Sample Post: The masculine white stallion galloped carelessly across the picture perfect green field, his heavy chocolate coloured hooevs breaking the lovely even lawn with hoof prints straight through the middle. Lowering his head he pushed himself faster and faster, his ivory coloured tail flickered out behind him like a banner, held high like his Arabian herritage demanded. Suddenly he saw a river ahead, a smirk appear on his grey muzzle and throwing himself to the extent of his speed he cantered through the water, splashed of the cool crystal liquid flickered up and landed on his pure white coat. A few mares who had been drinking near by snorted their disapproval and shook the water that had been thrown at them off their coats and shook their heads at their youthful leader.
The few foals standing beside their mothers left the mares sides to pursure the stallion, thowing his head bac Briston laughed his full hearted deep laugh and his lovely ivory male flickered wildly in the wind. The foals giggled and chased after the quickly slowing male tugging at his tail. Briston looked over his shoulder at the foals and came to a skidding stop, the foals continued galloping before him their tiny little hooves making little indentations into the field. "You wont catch me!" he bellowed to the little ones and reared his powerful forelegs flailing madly in the air like he was attacking a invisible enemy before landing heavily back on his hooves and taking off the other way. The foals attempted to copy him but only succeeded in almost knocking each other out with each others hooves. The frolicked for hours like that until finally the foals and even Briston were exaughsted.
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Arabian Warmblood
Age: 5
Color (body): White
Color (Mane/tail): Ivory
Markings (if any): Black shadows muzzle. Four chocolate colour hooves.
Personality: Being the King of light he is a very kind and gentle Stallion. Briston is also very youthful and willful, he tends to think he is always right and he isnt always the wisest leader but he is certainly the kindest. He is polite and friendly, only becoming vicious when fighting off the males who challenge or attack him. He is very protective of his fae's and their honor and will let no harm come to them. He is also a very proud male so if someone insults him or disgraces his position or herd he turns on them. He isnt easily angered but when he is he is certainly not afraid of a good fight. When the sun is out and no older horses are around Briston likes to frolic with the young foals just letting the foal inside him out to play.
History: Briston's father was the King of light, Bristons grandfather was King of light, even his great grandfather. It was tradition for that line to continue to rule the herd, only once was Briston ever challenged, by his younger brother who eventually got so fed up with his older brothers rule he left and was never seen again.
Picture:In Siggy.
Sample Post: The masculine white stallion galloped carelessly across the picture perfect green field, his heavy chocolate coloured hooevs breaking the lovely even lawn with hoof prints straight through the middle. Lowering his head he pushed himself faster and faster, his ivory coloured tail flickered out behind him like a banner, held high like his Arabian herritage demanded. Suddenly he saw a river ahead, a smirk appear on his grey muzzle and throwing himself to the extent of his speed he cantered through the water, splashed of the cool crystal liquid flickered up and landed on his pure white coat. A few mares who had been drinking near by snorted their disapproval and shook the water that had been thrown at them off their coats and shook their heads at their youthful leader.
The few foals standing beside their mothers left the mares sides to pursure the stallion, thowing his head bac Briston laughed his full hearted deep laugh and his lovely ivory male flickered wildly in the wind. The foals giggled and chased after the quickly slowing male tugging at his tail. Briston looked over his shoulder at the foals and came to a skidding stop, the foals continued galloping before him their tiny little hooves making little indentations into the field. "You wont catch me!" he bellowed to the little ones and reared his powerful forelegs flailing madly in the air like he was attacking a invisible enemy before landing heavily back on his hooves and taking off the other way. The foals attempted to copy him but only succeeded in almost knocking each other out with each others hooves. The frolicked for hours like that until finally the foals and even Briston were exaughsted.
