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Name: Petit Coeur
Age: four long winters
Gender: Male
Breed: Mustang
Herd Of Choice? Or Loner?:
The Male Lead of Rekeda Caverns?
Persona:
Petit Coeur, or Coeur can be a bit of a brute. But, then again, it
was how he was raised. His father was one of the rudest horses
you would have ever seen. But, his mother mostly took care if
him, so he only got the inherited part of his father's rage. Rage
isn't the only thing inside of little Petit Cour. He is also nice on the
occasion, if it isn't one of his bad days. His neutral personality is
just a straight face, and a few words here and there.
History:
Coeur was born in a land far away from these. His father was the
leader, and his mother the lad mare. But, his father bullied
everyone, and you had to obey, or you would suffer dire
consequences. Coeur's mother didn't want this life for him, so
one day they snuck off together, and she made Coeur run, run
until he couldn't run anymore. This, angered Diable, Coeur's
father. He had Coeur's mother killed, and sent out his soldier's to
find little Coeur.
The soldiers pretended to look for Coeur, so he would have time
to get away. They then returned to Diable, with their 'terrible'
news. This enraged Diable more, and he killed most of his
soldiers, and many of his own herd. This, causing his herd to fall
apart. Coeur can't count the many times he was glad that he got
away from his father. He couldn't see how anyone could do
something as terrible as he.
Sample Post:
its not a horse post, but here it is!
Ah, the sweet smell of a bon fire on the calming shore of the
ocean. This, did indeed excite Antoinette. She hadn't ever been
to a bon fire, like with people like she had here, but she did love
the smell of the wood burning, and the faint smell of ocean
beneath that. She hadn't remembered who had come up with the
idea for the bon fire, but someone had called her and invited her
to it. She was so excited, she wasn't used to being invited to
things.
A smile was playing with Antoinette's lips as she drove down the
road, in her little car and made her way to the beach. She
currently one of her white French dresses, one of the few she still
owned. She just figured it, and a pair of white flip slops would be
something could to wear just going to the beach with a bunch of
people. Antoinette didn't know everyone, but that would soon
change, since she was told there were suppose to be a certain
amount of people here, but once again, she had forgotten that
as well.
Antoinette parked her small silver car in a space a little ways from
the spot where the bon fire was suppose to be. She would let
some other people park close, and besides, she didn't mind the
walk. Antoinette, being considerate, yep, that was her all right.
She couldn't' help being the way she was, she was just raised to
be nice and considerate to others, even when they where being
rude to her, she would still keep a smile going, for as long as she
could stand it.
Antoinette made her way from the car, to where the sand
started. She slipped off her flip flops, and carried them, letting her
toes sink into the sand. She walked torwards the spot where
they where going to set up, and walked a little ways torwards
the water, and sat in the sand. Her feet stretched out in front of
her as she set her hands behind her, propping her up for the
moment.
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Name: Petit Coeur
Age: four long winters
Gender: Male
Breed: Mustang
Herd Of Choice? Or Loner?:
The Male Lead of Rekeda Caverns?
Persona:
Petit Coeur, or Coeur can be a bit of a brute. But, then again, it
was how he was raised. His father was one of the rudest horses
you would have ever seen. But, his mother mostly took care if
him, so he only got the inherited part of his father's rage. Rage
isn't the only thing inside of little Petit Cour. He is also nice on the
occasion, if it isn't one of his bad days. His neutral personality is
just a straight face, and a few words here and there.
History:
Coeur was born in a land far away from these. His father was the
leader, and his mother the lad mare. But, his father bullied
everyone, and you had to obey, or you would suffer dire
consequences. Coeur's mother didn't want this life for him, so
one day they snuck off together, and she made Coeur run, run
until he couldn't run anymore. This, angered Diable, Coeur's
father. He had Coeur's mother killed, and sent out his soldier's to
find little Coeur.
The soldiers pretended to look for Coeur, so he would have time
to get away. They then returned to Diable, with their 'terrible'
news. This enraged Diable more, and he killed most of his
soldiers, and many of his own herd. This, causing his herd to fall
apart. Coeur can't count the many times he was glad that he got
away from his father. He couldn't see how anyone could do
something as terrible as he.
Sample Post:
its not a horse post, but here it is!
Ah, the sweet smell of a bon fire on the calming shore of the
ocean. This, did indeed excite Antoinette. She hadn't ever been
to a bon fire, like with people like she had here, but she did love
the smell of the wood burning, and the faint smell of ocean
beneath that. She hadn't remembered who had come up with the
idea for the bon fire, but someone had called her and invited her
to it. She was so excited, she wasn't used to being invited to
things.
A smile was playing with Antoinette's lips as she drove down the
road, in her little car and made her way to the beach. She
currently one of her white French dresses, one of the few she still
owned. She just figured it, and a pair of white flip slops would be
something could to wear just going to the beach with a bunch of
people. Antoinette didn't know everyone, but that would soon
change, since she was told there were suppose to be a certain
amount of people here, but once again, she had forgotten that
as well.
Antoinette parked her small silver car in a space a little ways from
the spot where the bon fire was suppose to be. She would let
some other people park close, and besides, she didn't mind the
walk. Antoinette, being considerate, yep, that was her all right.
She couldn't' help being the way she was, she was just raised to
be nice and considerate to others, even when they where being
rude to her, she would still keep a smile going, for as long as she
could stand it.
Antoinette made her way from the car, to where the sand
started. She slipped off her flip flops, and carried them, letting her
toes sink into the sand. She walked torwards the spot where
they where going to set up, and walked a little ways torwards
the water, and sat in the sand. Her feet stretched out in front of
her as she set her hands behind her, propping her up for the
moment.
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