Post by Cole on Sept 18, 2008 16:32:23 GMT -5
Name- Colette, Cole for short
age - 4
Height - 15.3 HH
Breed - Arabian
Gender - Mare
colour - Red roan with four white stockings and a white blaze. Her mane and tail are a lighter red colour. She is beautifully muscled for a mare and she has beautiful dainty hooves. This is her:
History - A warm Spring night, with a full moon resting high in the sky. This was the night of Colette's birth. She was the daughter of the lead stallion Obilisk and his favoured mare Creme. And in this herd only Obilisk's favoured mare ever had foals, Cole was her tenth offspring, and all of the previous ones had died and so Creme had a right to fear that Cole wouldn't live either. Creme left the herd silently when her body told her it was time to have her little one. Slipping silently into a grove of pines, Creme lay down to have her little one.
There was only one problem with this. Cole was breeched and Creme had to have her without her own help from another. She struggled deep into the next morning to finally push the foal into life. Creme feared she wouldn't live, her legs were so tangled up. But Creme was patient with her foal and eventually it paid off and Cole was walking a little unsteadily on her long legs. Creme smiled and gave a sigh of relief after the foal had lived for two weeks with Creme apart from the herd and the foal grew stronger and stronger.
Eventually Creme decided it was time to introduce Obilisk to his heiress. When Creme approached the herd with the foal prancing behind her in a playful mood Creme smiled as the herd watched as the red roan filly trotted slightly ahead of her mother the sun reflecting beautifully off of her pelt and mane and tail. Creme could tell that the herd already accepted her as a member, but now the question was would Obilisk? 'Cole slow down my darling.' Creme told her as the filly reluctantly turned to walk obediently at her mother's red side.
Up on a hill Obilisk watched as Creme returned and his tenseness relaxed as he began decending the hill to greet her and the colt, at least he hoped it was a colt. Approaching her the white stallion lifted his head and touched his muzzle gently to Creme's own and then gently breathed in his child's scent before touching it gently as well. 'What have we here Creme?' He aske as he logged his child's scent into his mind. She smiled and dropped her head a little. 'I wish I could tell you this is a colt, but I can't. Her name's Colette. But I've been calling her Cole.' She told him and waited for what would come from Obilisk.
The stallion scrutinized the pained look on his favoured mare's face and gently nudged her as the filly slipped under his stomach. 'Do not fret my Creme. She is all I could ask for.' Dropping his head to the filly he gently nibbled her ears in a show of affection and Creme smiled as the rest of the herd seemed to let a collective breath out as Obilisk accepted the foal. The herd watched as Cole grew more and more beautiful and Obilisk began breeding others of his herd now that he had an heiress. Cole watched as her brothers and sisters grew up around her.
After a while she requested a conference with her father and spoke gently to him. 'I know you wished for me to rule this herd in your stead father, but I just can't do that. I have to be free not ruling others. So I guess this is goodbye.' She said slightly sadly as she dropped her head to him. 'You would have done well my dearest Cole. But you may go if you wish.' He told her with a gentle nuzzle. 'Go. Be free my wild one.' Obilisk told her. Cole smiled and watched as the herd all wished her well in her journies. With a happy heart Cole galloped here to Datholon and here she remains.
personality - Cole is a gentle mare. Sweet natured and quiet. Protective of her herd members and those she considers friends. She has a kind heart and if she sees a wounded or abandoned child she will take them 'under her wing' so to say and help them to become better. She knows she could be a good mother if she ever finds a stallion who will love her as she is. She wants a family, but she is patient.
island - Leiter
Example rp - Look quick or you'll miss me! There, there! I escaped your view. What you have missed was my beautiful form slipping through the sun warmed foliage to a place in the shade that is quiet. I really am a pretty little lady, but you'll have a problem getting me as your's for I already have a love. Some think that I am allied with the fires as my pelt is the colour of fire but they are sorely mistaken. I have no elemental abilities, or if I did, I probably didn't allow them to develop to their full potential and so they never showed. I am known as Cole and I am a sweety if you get to know me.
My father was an Arabian as was my mother, I was wild once, still am, but now I do not have to follow in my father's footprints, I have left his herd in the capability of my brother Oblivion. He was a better ruler than I could ever hope to be. I live here, on Leiter Island, along with the others of my particular style, i.e. non-elemental. We're just as great as those who are elemental, just not in the same way. I can be such a high sirited girl that even my stallie sometimes can't keep up with me. Speaking of him, I was supposed to meet him here. Oh well. I'll wait patiently for him. So now you know me, yet I know you not. How odd. Oh well, it seems we have time to get to know one another. By the way, it's your turn. I'm waiting.
Password - never say never
age - 4
Height - 15.3 HH
Breed - Arabian
Gender - Mare
colour - Red roan with four white stockings and a white blaze. Her mane and tail are a lighter red colour. She is beautifully muscled for a mare and she has beautiful dainty hooves. This is her:
History - A warm Spring night, with a full moon resting high in the sky. This was the night of Colette's birth. She was the daughter of the lead stallion Obilisk and his favoured mare Creme. And in this herd only Obilisk's favoured mare ever had foals, Cole was her tenth offspring, and all of the previous ones had died and so Creme had a right to fear that Cole wouldn't live either. Creme left the herd silently when her body told her it was time to have her little one. Slipping silently into a grove of pines, Creme lay down to have her little one.
There was only one problem with this. Cole was breeched and Creme had to have her without her own help from another. She struggled deep into the next morning to finally push the foal into life. Creme feared she wouldn't live, her legs were so tangled up. But Creme was patient with her foal and eventually it paid off and Cole was walking a little unsteadily on her long legs. Creme smiled and gave a sigh of relief after the foal had lived for two weeks with Creme apart from the herd and the foal grew stronger and stronger.
Eventually Creme decided it was time to introduce Obilisk to his heiress. When Creme approached the herd with the foal prancing behind her in a playful mood Creme smiled as the herd watched as the red roan filly trotted slightly ahead of her mother the sun reflecting beautifully off of her pelt and mane and tail. Creme could tell that the herd already accepted her as a member, but now the question was would Obilisk? 'Cole slow down my darling.' Creme told her as the filly reluctantly turned to walk obediently at her mother's red side.
Up on a hill Obilisk watched as Creme returned and his tenseness relaxed as he began decending the hill to greet her and the colt, at least he hoped it was a colt. Approaching her the white stallion lifted his head and touched his muzzle gently to Creme's own and then gently breathed in his child's scent before touching it gently as well. 'What have we here Creme?' He aske as he logged his child's scent into his mind. She smiled and dropped her head a little. 'I wish I could tell you this is a colt, but I can't. Her name's Colette. But I've been calling her Cole.' She told him and waited for what would come from Obilisk.
The stallion scrutinized the pained look on his favoured mare's face and gently nudged her as the filly slipped under his stomach. 'Do not fret my Creme. She is all I could ask for.' Dropping his head to the filly he gently nibbled her ears in a show of affection and Creme smiled as the rest of the herd seemed to let a collective breath out as Obilisk accepted the foal. The herd watched as Cole grew more and more beautiful and Obilisk began breeding others of his herd now that he had an heiress. Cole watched as her brothers and sisters grew up around her.
After a while she requested a conference with her father and spoke gently to him. 'I know you wished for me to rule this herd in your stead father, but I just can't do that. I have to be free not ruling others. So I guess this is goodbye.' She said slightly sadly as she dropped her head to him. 'You would have done well my dearest Cole. But you may go if you wish.' He told her with a gentle nuzzle. 'Go. Be free my wild one.' Obilisk told her. Cole smiled and watched as the herd all wished her well in her journies. With a happy heart Cole galloped here to Datholon and here she remains.
personality - Cole is a gentle mare. Sweet natured and quiet. Protective of her herd members and those she considers friends. She has a kind heart and if she sees a wounded or abandoned child she will take them 'under her wing' so to say and help them to become better. She knows she could be a good mother if she ever finds a stallion who will love her as she is. She wants a family, but she is patient.
island - Leiter
Example rp - Look quick or you'll miss me! There, there! I escaped your view. What you have missed was my beautiful form slipping through the sun warmed foliage to a place in the shade that is quiet. I really am a pretty little lady, but you'll have a problem getting me as your's for I already have a love. Some think that I am allied with the fires as my pelt is the colour of fire but they are sorely mistaken. I have no elemental abilities, or if I did, I probably didn't allow them to develop to their full potential and so they never showed. I am known as Cole and I am a sweety if you get to know me.
My father was an Arabian as was my mother, I was wild once, still am, but now I do not have to follow in my father's footprints, I have left his herd in the capability of my brother Oblivion. He was a better ruler than I could ever hope to be. I live here, on Leiter Island, along with the others of my particular style, i.e. non-elemental. We're just as great as those who are elemental, just not in the same way. I can be such a high sirited girl that even my stallie sometimes can't keep up with me. Speaking of him, I was supposed to meet him here. Oh well. I'll wait patiently for him. So now you know me, yet I know you not. How odd. Oh well, it seems we have time to get to know one another. By the way, it's your turn. I'm waiting.
Password - never say never
