Post by DingoMutt on Jan 31, 2016 16:38:46 GMT -8
Iris
Age: ten years
Breed: cleveland bay x
Gender: mare
Height: 17.2 hh
Appearance: Massive is perhaps the best word to describe Iris. She comes from a long line of large horses as well, so the rest of the equine population definitely feels small to her. She has a fine, roman nose, with delicate ears perched atop her head. Her neck is thick, often times more impressive than that of a prime stallion. Her back is long and wide, her barrel deep and strong. Her legs are heavy and feathered, but they carry her with grace. With all her muscle, she is still a lady, and she appears it. She has startling light brown eyes to contrast her deep blood colored coat. She expresses a unique tobiano pattern, a mere wrap about her neck and shoulders to touch her forelegs. All four feet are white. Her forelock and tail are impressive, but her mane is average. ee/Aa/nTo
Personality: Iris is a kind, gentle mare. She takes most things in her massive stride, as she has always done, and is quite forgiving. However, if you incite or earn her wrath you will certainly regret it. She can fight and hold a grudge like no other, like only a giant draft cross could. She's no longer a child, and not shy around stallions. She spent her whole life with one stallion though, and was quite accustomed to his way of behaving. Others surprise her sometimes, but she is eager to find a herd and locate her children.
History: Iris had a fairly average upbringing. She took everything in stride, enjoyed her mother's undying affections no matter how bothersome she might be, and grew well. She was raised far in the north, in a herd of giants compared to the rest of the population. She was quite startled when, shortly after her third birthday, a fifteen hand stallion came and challenged her sire, and a whole band of the little insects came and split up her herd. She was pushed south and was the little stallion's only mare. Eventually he gathered a few more, and they were a content little group. With her size and strength, she assumed the role of lead mare, and raised several foals before once again, a group of bachelors split her herd. This time she tried to fight back, no longer a frightened filly but a strong, mature mare, but her stallion went down and her daughters fled so she followed after them. Unfortunately she was unable to find them, and has spent the past few months searching for her family or a new place to begin.
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Age: ten years
Breed: cleveland bay x
Gender: mare
Height: 17.2 hh
Appearance: Massive is perhaps the best word to describe Iris. She comes from a long line of large horses as well, so the rest of the equine population definitely feels small to her. She has a fine, roman nose, with delicate ears perched atop her head. Her neck is thick, often times more impressive than that of a prime stallion. Her back is long and wide, her barrel deep and strong. Her legs are heavy and feathered, but they carry her with grace. With all her muscle, she is still a lady, and she appears it. She has startling light brown eyes to contrast her deep blood colored coat. She expresses a unique tobiano pattern, a mere wrap about her neck and shoulders to touch her forelegs. All four feet are white. Her forelock and tail are impressive, but her mane is average. ee/Aa/nTo
Personality: Iris is a kind, gentle mare. She takes most things in her massive stride, as she has always done, and is quite forgiving. However, if you incite or earn her wrath you will certainly regret it. She can fight and hold a grudge like no other, like only a giant draft cross could. She's no longer a child, and not shy around stallions. She spent her whole life with one stallion though, and was quite accustomed to his way of behaving. Others surprise her sometimes, but she is eager to find a herd and locate her children.
History: Iris had a fairly average upbringing. She took everything in stride, enjoyed her mother's undying affections no matter how bothersome she might be, and grew well. She was raised far in the north, in a herd of giants compared to the rest of the population. She was quite startled when, shortly after her third birthday, a fifteen hand stallion came and challenged her sire, and a whole band of the little insects came and split up her herd. She was pushed south and was the little stallion's only mare. Eventually he gathered a few more, and they were a content little group. With her size and strength, she assumed the role of lead mare, and raised several foals before once again, a group of bachelors split her herd. This time she tried to fight back, no longer a frightened filly but a strong, mature mare, but her stallion went down and her daughters fled so she followed after them. Unfortunately she was unable to find them, and has spent the past few months searching for her family or a new place to begin.
art is by me. click to see the full version