Post by + Freedom. on Jul 18, 2009 17:29:20 GMT -5
What looks so strong
So delicate
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My tag is Play with Fire,
but they scream Fire
Hormones tell me i'm a brute.
My blood is Thoroughbred - Mustang - Arabian - and others
I'm seven summers along.
I was colored black and white.
I only stand 15.3 which is short now-a-days.
I look with very light brown lookers.
Of course, my main and tail match my body.
none but pinto marks and scars.
I sit back and watch the fights : neutral
I am who I am : I'm not the greatest. My trust issues are horrible. Anyone that speaks and promises I think it's a lie instantly. Bad? Not very. It's always better than going around and getting hurt all the time. Then again, I guess I could try and lighten up some. I can't even trust myself, so I don't expect anyone to trust me. Which is find and dandy to me. My sarcasm is beyond normal, but what's an interesting conversation without some? There isn't one. Stallions aren't so bad if there actually down to Earth. I hate the ones that automatically think your going to steal their land once you step foot on it. Chill some dude. Mares? Ha, they're annoying as shit. Well, at least the ones that go ahead and think you want them right away. Stupid whores. Give me respect? You can get some too.
A story to tell : I grew up in the south. My sire, dam, sister, brother, and everyone I knew was from there. I wasn't really the favorite in the herd. I actually turned out nice unlike the rest. Well somewhat nice. I didn't enjoy the suffering my sire did to the slaves, or how he would always push around every mare in the herd except my dam. I guess that's when I started to hate the stallion gender. I know it seems kinda weird, but I always hated how we took mares for granted. After about the age of 2 I decided that it was time to go, so I ran away. Yeah they chased me, and tried to hunt me down. They never found me. I was too fast I guess. Till I was about 5 I never thought too much about making a herd or a family for that matter. I simply wondered around eating, sleeping, and simply enjoying my life like it was. I ran into others every so often, and had a fight sometimes, but other than that life was good. Till I realized that I really had no life. maybe a herd would do me good I always thought, but then wondered off from it. About a year or two later I decided it was time to start a herd...