Post by norse on May 7, 2007 20:29:08 GMT
Decided to make a neutral to even it out 
..~Calling~..
Mavi
..~Meaning~..
Blue
..~Version~..
Vi
..~Rotations~..
5
..~Molded~..
Fallen Angel
..~Height~..
14hh
..~Blooded~..
Welara
..~All Hail~..
Neutrals
..~Picture perfect~..
Mavi has a thin and powerful frame, graceful from the arabian and strong from the welsh. She has a graceful arch to her neck like her arabian ancestors and long limbs. Her frame is compact and muscular like the welsh, making her tougher than she looks. She has a blue roan pelt, thus the name. Her pelt gets darker at the mane, tail, head, and limbs. Her daggers are a deep ebony color and blend with the dark blue roan color.
..~Etched into the mind~..
She has one thing and one thing only, mood swings. At one time she can be as gentle as a lamb the next, and angry as a charging bull. She acts older than she is, Vi acts like a fourteen year old in a five year olds body. She acts better around the younger crowd such as foals, probably just a motherly instinct.
..~Sample~..
A blue roan mare walked swiftly through the charred land, burned trees and brambles scattered the ashen land. Smoke spewed out of the ground, bleaching the trees and skies a sickly white, covering the sun form sight. The mares blue stained pelt sticked out drastically from the bleached and burnt scenery. Fog and the smoke mixed together to create a thick wall of vapor, clouding the sight of two dark unblinking mahogany eyes. The thin but muscular frame of the fallen angel slinked through the fog, long thin limbs stepped lightly over the soft, unstable ground. What a mess the fire had made out of this once beautiful scenery.
The land was once green and full of life, now it was only dead and lifeless like scenery from an old horrific tale elders used to tell. Her dark head looked back and forth as she made her way swiftly out of the charred land. The fire had passed as quickly as it came, leaving the forest destroyed in its wake. She herself was like fire, unpredictable and wild, the wind was the only thing that commanded her. Fire could give and take life, she was the same in so many ways but she was also like the river, unpredictable and random. The sea child with fire in her heart.
..~Calling~..
Mavi
..~Meaning~..
Blue
..~Version~..
Vi
..~Rotations~..
5
..~Molded~..
Fallen Angel
..~Height~..
14hh
..~Blooded~..
Welara
..~All Hail~..
Neutrals
..~Picture perfect~..
Mavi has a thin and powerful frame, graceful from the arabian and strong from the welsh. She has a graceful arch to her neck like her arabian ancestors and long limbs. Her frame is compact and muscular like the welsh, making her tougher than she looks. She has a blue roan pelt, thus the name. Her pelt gets darker at the mane, tail, head, and limbs. Her daggers are a deep ebony color and blend with the dark blue roan color.
..~Etched into the mind~..
She has one thing and one thing only, mood swings. At one time she can be as gentle as a lamb the next, and angry as a charging bull. She acts older than she is, Vi acts like a fourteen year old in a five year olds body. She acts better around the younger crowd such as foals, probably just a motherly instinct.
..~Sample~..
A blue roan mare walked swiftly through the charred land, burned trees and brambles scattered the ashen land. Smoke spewed out of the ground, bleaching the trees and skies a sickly white, covering the sun form sight. The mares blue stained pelt sticked out drastically from the bleached and burnt scenery. Fog and the smoke mixed together to create a thick wall of vapor, clouding the sight of two dark unblinking mahogany eyes. The thin but muscular frame of the fallen angel slinked through the fog, long thin limbs stepped lightly over the soft, unstable ground. What a mess the fire had made out of this once beautiful scenery.
The land was once green and full of life, now it was only dead and lifeless like scenery from an old horrific tale elders used to tell. Her dark head looked back and forth as she made her way swiftly out of the charred land. The fire had passed as quickly as it came, leaving the forest destroyed in its wake. She herself was like fire, unpredictable and wild, the wind was the only thing that commanded her. Fire could give and take life, she was the same in so many ways but she was also like the river, unpredictable and random. The sea child with fire in her heart.
