Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2014 20:27:18 GMT -7
Name: Arrabella.
Gender: Mare.
Breed: Quarter Horse x Mustang x Appaloosa x Paint x Arab.
Age: Two.
Arrived in MUSTANG: Summer, Year Two.
Coat Color: Palomino Overo.
Height: 14.3
Eye Color: Cerulean
Personality:
Soft, supple, and simple. Arrabella is an extremely calm and level headed mare with little to complain about. Her heart as pure as they come and she genuinely one of the kindest creatures you can meet. Her heart is always in the right place and she will do everything in her power to help you out. Luckily she has an even temper and calm mind about her. She is very nurturing and loves to be around children. Bella really does deserve to be an angel, because she was practically already one once, when it was her time here on earth.Nurturing – Arrabella was a born mother. Somewhere along her lines of genes she was meant to be a nurturing caring and perfect mother. Unfortunately she never got to be one when she was alive but she still was always the loving and nurturing type. If any one or anything is ill, harmed, or trouble she will do everything in her power to help nurture them back to full health. Even if a little blue bird was hurt she would see if there was anything she could to help it, her heart is always in the right place. If she was a human she would have been the best nurse. Arrabella always wanted children and it pains her to know that she never truly got to be the mother she had always dreamt to be.
Forgiving – Despite the cruel things that had taken place by the stallion who raped her she forgave him. Arrabella forgives everyone despite what terrible and horrendous things they done. Something inside helps her get over things, allows her not to hold grudges and just let go of the hatred. Despite how badly beaten she was she knew that hating him would do no good so she forgave him. Obviously there was something wrong with him to act so cruelly so she pitied him more than anything. In her mind, she knows its pointless to waste such energy on hating someone rather than just forgiving them and moving on with her life. Luckily if you wrong her somewhere down the road she will always forgive you.
Loving – It’s a generic word but Arrabella is more loving than most creatures that inhabit this world. When she was alive she loved everything. The sky, the vegetation, the ground, the rain, the equine, the bugs, everything. She believed everything had a purpose in this life and so she loved it all. Now that she is dead she loves it even more. She misses it dearly and wishes she could relive it all over again. Despite being dead she loves being in heaven, she loves the angels she has met, and loves watching over the foals. Her heart is so pure she cannot see the evil and ugliness most others label, in her eyes she sees the world differently.
Articulate – Luckily she isn’t some dumb blonde, oh no. Arrabella is an intelligent articulate creature. She loves to have in depth conversations with anyone or anything. She has the wonderful ability to think before she thinks so she rarely sounds like an idiot but in fact sounds very intelligent and remains very poised. Being articulate she has this wonderful way to plan well and make quick but smart decisions enabling her get out of sticky situations. Arrabella is absolutely a smart and intelligent girl who can really hold her own. She can often be quick witted with her words, and sometimes slap people across the face with her words. She seems like such a sweet girl that could never be harsh but she can be quite smart with her words if you push her too far.
Poise – Among all these wonderful things Arrabella is very poised and kept under control. Even in most stressful of times she is a steady rock. Typically she is a great friend to look for in time of need because she will be a steady shoulder to lean on. Ever since she was young she was taught to take things with a grain of salt. She sees no need in worrying herself over anything—its only wasted energy when that energy can be used on fixing the problem or creating a resolution an issue. Sometimes when she feels like she is loosing her self control she takes a step back and one deep breath and adjusts her train of thought. Once she has collected herself she moves forward with a poise and calm effort.
Soft, supple, and simple. Arrabella is an extremely calm and level headed mare with little to complain about. Her heart as pure as they come and she genuinely one of the kindest creatures you can meet. Her heart is always in the right place and she will do everything in her power to help you out. Luckily she has an even temper and calm mind about her. She is very nurturing and loves to be around children. Bella really does deserve to be an angel, because she was practically already one once, when it was her time here on earth.Nurturing – Arrabella was a born mother. Somewhere along her lines of genes she was meant to be a nurturing caring and perfect mother. Unfortunately she never got to be one when she was alive but she still was always the loving and nurturing type. If any one or anything is ill, harmed, or trouble she will do everything in her power to help nurture them back to full health. Even if a little blue bird was hurt she would see if there was anything she could to help it, her heart is always in the right place. If she was a human she would have been the best nurse. Arrabella always wanted children and it pains her to know that she never truly got to be the mother she had always dreamt to be.
Forgiving – Despite the cruel things that had taken place by the stallion who raped her she forgave him. Arrabella forgives everyone despite what terrible and horrendous things they done. Something inside helps her get over things, allows her not to hold grudges and just let go of the hatred. Despite how badly beaten she was she knew that hating him would do no good so she forgave him. Obviously there was something wrong with him to act so cruelly so she pitied him more than anything. In her mind, she knows its pointless to waste such energy on hating someone rather than just forgiving them and moving on with her life. Luckily if you wrong her somewhere down the road she will always forgive you.
Loving – It’s a generic word but Arrabella is more loving than most creatures that inhabit this world. When she was alive she loved everything. The sky, the vegetation, the ground, the rain, the equine, the bugs, everything. She believed everything had a purpose in this life and so she loved it all. Now that she is dead she loves it even more. She misses it dearly and wishes she could relive it all over again. Despite being dead she loves being in heaven, she loves the angels she has met, and loves watching over the foals. Her heart is so pure she cannot see the evil and ugliness most others label, in her eyes she sees the world differently.
Articulate – Luckily she isn’t some dumb blonde, oh no. Arrabella is an intelligent articulate creature. She loves to have in depth conversations with anyone or anything. She has the wonderful ability to think before she thinks so she rarely sounds like an idiot but in fact sounds very intelligent and remains very poised. Being articulate she has this wonderful way to plan well and make quick but smart decisions enabling her get out of sticky situations. Arrabella is absolutely a smart and intelligent girl who can really hold her own. She can often be quick witted with her words, and sometimes slap people across the face with her words. She seems like such a sweet girl that could never be harsh but she can be quite smart with her words if you push her too far.
Poise – Among all these wonderful things Arrabella is very poised and kept under control. Even in most stressful of times she is a steady rock. Typically she is a great friend to look for in time of need because she will be a steady shoulder to lean on. Ever since she was young she was taught to take things with a grain of salt. She sees no need in worrying herself over anything—its only wasted energy when that energy can be used on fixing the problem or creating a resolution an issue. Sometimes when she feels like she is loosing her self control she takes a step back and one deep breath and adjusts her train of thought. Once she has collected herself she moves forward with a poise and calm effort.
History:
It was about four years ago when a Palomino Mare was bred by the lead Stag of a large harem. They had tried many years for her to be bred but she always either miscarried or aborted or never was impregnated. By their seventh year she finally had a successful term. Although the term was successful she died during birth. Before she passed she told the father please called her Arrabella. It meant “prayerful” and “long living” Her father was extremely proud of his gorgeous young filly and another mare that had given birth but lost her foal took care of her. Arabella grew into a caring harem that taught her to be thankful for life and not be greedy or unjust. She grew to an extremely beautiful mare and many bachelor stags tried taking her away but her father protected her, for he cared for her deeply. By the adult age of three she said farewell to her harem and her family as her father gave her the guidance of a new life. She was unsure of her powers and wanted to see what life had in store for her.
Arrabella ventured off into the unknown world with an optimistic outlook on life. After a year of nomadic wandering, she met so many new faces and new places. She loved life and made so many good friends and life was beginning to fall in place for her. She met a kind stallion who was running a rather small harem. Ryaldo, was a gorgeous palomino, and treated her like a princess. After spending about two months in his heard she took a walk one late night to take a drink by the river about a half a mile north. While she drank gingerly she heard something crack in the bushes. In alert she called out. A large dark stallion stepped out. At first she was kind and smiled giving her hello, but he was sure to cut to the chase. Despite her outlook on the world there was evil… Despite his raw power and brute strength Arrabella was able to wiggle her way out of his clutches.
All she could remember was the fear. The fear that pulsated through her reains as her petite tendons carried her fragile frame across the land at a dangerous speed. The stallion trailed after her for about a half mile before his lungs gave out. The fear pierced into her lungs giving her some sort of wild stamina—its amazing what adrenaline can conquer. Sweat slid into her cerulean orbs as she pushed herself farther. Her lips gapped up as her lungs gasped for air. Muscles twitched and burned, begging for a rest. Finally after miles of running and never looking back, her legs gave.
A blur of tan and white came crashing to the scenery. Dirt, twigs, moss, and leaves went flying as her left shoulder slammed into the compact ground. Massive tendrils of her banner flew in a furry as her body skid across the realm’s floor. Lying there as her barrel heaved madly, she closed her eyes and lost consciousness.
Hours later the morning sun trickled through the canopy of trees. The warmth soothed her as she lied their still a mangled mess. Suddenly vibrant orbs opened and she squealed in fear. Trying to stand, her shoulder felt as if it was on fire, causing her to stumble back down. Carefully she looked at the hide less flesh that had been scraped clean when she slid across the rough rocks and hard ground. Blood, debris, and dirt clung to her once flawless pelt as she gathered her thoughts. Where the am I?
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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: Maybe more art, like advanced
Where did you find us?: Illegal!
What would you like to be called?: Carhartt
I miss rping.
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