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Gamarra
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Date Posted: 13:16:08 08/08/01 Wed
*A blur or black is seen entering the valley. The femme stops on solid haunches. Orbs of black ebon scan the area. Lobes prick to sounds unheard. Nares fill with scents unsmelled. Dial arched and focused on others. Snorts emerge from velvet as orbs lock on steeds and mares. The mare, Gamarra hath entered and steed stall never claim thy spirit. Ebon hoof of flint unshod, signs name and purpose in dusty terrain. Poll snaps back in aggressive manner, eyes wide with fierce anger. Life's scars dot her hide yet her beauty still shines. Life has taken her places no one can dream. Life with hatred and no meaning. She comes here now to get away,yet to find a new, different path and purpose. What hath thiss mare of four summers gone thorugh? Thou shall never know.....*
Gamarra is a dainty mare,
Strong, black, and of noble breed,
Full of fire and full of bone,
With all her lines of fathers known,
Fine her nose, her nostrils thin,
But blown abroad with the pride within,
Her mane is like a river flowing,
And her eyes like embers glowing,
In the darkness of the night,
And her pace as swift as light.
--Barry Cornwall
Name: Gamarra
Breed: Arab Cross
Color: Black
Markings: None
Age: 4
Gender: Mare
Hight: 14hh
Personality: Dark, spirited, strong willed, 'loner', hates company
Elegant hide shine in thy sun, yet mane and tail fly free by escaped winds of heaven above. Body of stone and chisled arab head, the mare of elegance hath arrived. Heels kicks back and roll beneath the mare goes calmly to her own retreate. Under a shady oak, she claims her spot. A place beyone the other heards yet within earshot for safety's sake. The mare stands tall on stocky frame, squared legs of muscle and thick hide. Slim body held atop and reagle dial above it all. The dished face with creamy orbs scan the area once more. The image sticks there, unreal, until a fierce whistle could be heard and the mare atop tight haunches swinging with flint like hooves at invisable beats. Mare returns to barren earth, and eyes the other equus. What is her purpose? She has come to find out. Where will life lead her? What shall happen next?
(OOC: I know this sounds really bad, but I haven't played a RPG in like a year (literally) so I'm kinda rusty (ok, really rusty! lol). )
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