Post by hallaloth on Aug 22, 2006 6:28:47 GMT -5
Name: Frost
Gender: Mare
Age: 11
Height: 17hh
Race: Unicorn
Physical Description: (Moonlight white coat. A black diamond marking etches over her eyes upon her brow. Her eyes are sapphire blue, deeper and more intense then most. Her slender body doesn't look like it can take much, but she's strong. Her horn is a crystal gold, as bright as any ray of sunlight.
Personality: An outgoinging unicorn. She doesn't often take no for an answer, especially when her friends are involved. she'll do anything to be in the thick of the action. However she's prone to fits of wanderlust, prefering several days a month to travel on her own. Where she goes durning this time no one knows.
Specilties: Elemental winds
Weaponry: teeth, hooves, horn
History: She's lived a forsaken life outside of ehr mother's court. While she's accepted by the royal family her father orginates from, she doesn't have many dealings with them. Often it'll be heard that she prefers the company of those she'd come to know, rather then her own people.
She and Jenell have been togethor for years, and their bonded partnership has never faltered. While they can be at odds, that thread of strength will never be cut from between them
Introduction:
Her strides fell over the green turf as she cantered slowly towards the lake a good fifteen miles away. Day by day her strength returned from the accident where she'd tripped and fallen, nearly breaking her left foreleg. While she would never move with the same grace as her younger days, she was still pleasing to see.
Her golden horn flickered slightly, gathering the winds to coil around her lovingly. Her power was strong, growing as the years went. Soon, soon the shadows would know just how strong she was, but not today. Each passing hour she worked with a little more, taking less and less time to recover from the stronger spells she handled.
While she was from Avalon, as most of her people were her home was really here. Running the plains of Rithral as she had since her fledgling years, she was a welcome sight to many who'd come to know her.
If only she could ease her closest's friend pain as she eased or own. Jenell was slipping as the days went by, and Frost was beginning to get worried.
A high pitched scream filled the air to her left and her ears flattened. She knew that cry, the challenge of the dragon who haunted many of them these days. Leaping forawrd she moved even faster, liteterally shimmering from one spot to another. The lake was close, and she had an escort awaiting her. It was going to be close.
Gender: Mare
Age: 11
Height: 17hh
Race: Unicorn
Physical Description: (Moonlight white coat. A black diamond marking etches over her eyes upon her brow. Her eyes are sapphire blue, deeper and more intense then most. Her slender body doesn't look like it can take much, but she's strong. Her horn is a crystal gold, as bright as any ray of sunlight.
Personality: An outgoinging unicorn. She doesn't often take no for an answer, especially when her friends are involved. she'll do anything to be in the thick of the action. However she's prone to fits of wanderlust, prefering several days a month to travel on her own. Where she goes durning this time no one knows.
Specilties: Elemental winds
Weaponry: teeth, hooves, horn
History: She's lived a forsaken life outside of ehr mother's court. While she's accepted by the royal family her father orginates from, she doesn't have many dealings with them. Often it'll be heard that she prefers the company of those she'd come to know, rather then her own people.
She and Jenell have been togethor for years, and their bonded partnership has never faltered. While they can be at odds, that thread of strength will never be cut from between them
Introduction:
Her strides fell over the green turf as she cantered slowly towards the lake a good fifteen miles away. Day by day her strength returned from the accident where she'd tripped and fallen, nearly breaking her left foreleg. While she would never move with the same grace as her younger days, she was still pleasing to see.
Her golden horn flickered slightly, gathering the winds to coil around her lovingly. Her power was strong, growing as the years went. Soon, soon the shadows would know just how strong she was, but not today. Each passing hour she worked with a little more, taking less and less time to recover from the stronger spells she handled.
While she was from Avalon, as most of her people were her home was really here. Running the plains of Rithral as she had since her fledgling years, she was a welcome sight to many who'd come to know her.
If only she could ease her closest's friend pain as she eased or own. Jenell was slipping as the days went by, and Frost was beginning to get worried.
A high pitched scream filled the air to her left and her ears flattened. She knew that cry, the challenge of the dragon who haunted many of them these days. Leaping forawrd she moved even faster, liteterally shimmering from one spot to another. The lake was close, and she had an escort awaiting her. It was going to be close.
