Post by songo on Sept 26, 2008 17:28:37 GMT -5
1.) Songo's Lost Mikomi
2.) Songo
3.) Arabian
4.) Black With White Star and socks
5.) Mare (4 and 1/2 years)
6.) Stubborn, but can be shy sometimes. Has a bad temper when angered.
7.)
8.) She has a lot of muscles
9.) I galloped over the landscape, my hooves digging into the dirt as I slowly increased my speed. I loved to run, even if a lot of horses liked to preserve energy in case of an attack, I was the type some would call stupid, the clueless type. After my mother's death 2 years ago, I ran from my herd. I was young and foolish. I did not know the dangers of the world outside my herd.
I was attacked by wolves on multiple accounts. Many times I almost lost my life to them, but each time I escaped with minimal energy left to get me even half a mile. My legs were long an powerful (at 16 hands they should be), and I was full of energy, but i always wasted it running around. I never learn. I take after my sire, who was about 17 hands (rare for an arab, although he was only half arab, half thoroughbred). My mother was full arab.
In ways, I also take after my mother, who was weary of everyone and everthing. I always question if everyone is sincere or not. That is why I still am yet to find another herd.
Searching has been dificult, but sometimes i wander apon a herd, but they are never right for me. I am searching for a herd where everyone is understanding and caring, but in today's world, it is very difficult to come across anyone even remotely closs to caring and compassionate.
2.) Songo
3.) Arabian
4.) Black With White Star and socks
5.) Mare (4 and 1/2 years)
6.) Stubborn, but can be shy sometimes. Has a bad temper when angered.
7.)
8.) She has a lot of muscles
9.) I galloped over the landscape, my hooves digging into the dirt as I slowly increased my speed. I loved to run, even if a lot of horses liked to preserve energy in case of an attack, I was the type some would call stupid, the clueless type. After my mother's death 2 years ago, I ran from my herd. I was young and foolish. I did not know the dangers of the world outside my herd.
I was attacked by wolves on multiple accounts. Many times I almost lost my life to them, but each time I escaped with minimal energy left to get me even half a mile. My legs were long an powerful (at 16 hands they should be), and I was full of energy, but i always wasted it running around. I never learn. I take after my sire, who was about 17 hands (rare for an arab, although he was only half arab, half thoroughbred). My mother was full arab.
In ways, I also take after my mother, who was weary of everyone and everthing. I always question if everyone is sincere or not. That is why I still am yet to find another herd.
Searching has been dificult, but sometimes i wander apon a herd, but they are never right for me. I am searching for a herd where everyone is understanding and caring, but in today's world, it is very difficult to come across anyone even remotely closs to caring and compassionate.