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.Guinevere.	Posted: Nov 30 2006, 10:13 AM Quote
Newbie Group: Members Posts: 2 Member No.: 14 Joined: 30-November 06	Dubbed Guinevere Molded Mare Turned 4 Years Alliance Light GrewA Crossbreed PaintedLiver Chestnut Personal Treacherous. That pretty much sums it up for Guin, but for some more depth, I'll continue filling this field. Guin is treacherous, complicated, and although she is light, she aint the stereotype light mare. She's not the lovey-dovey femenist who never does anything wrong - she's the kind of horse to fight for what she believes in - and she's not the type to give up easily. She is not afraid to use her strength, emotional and physical, and she will kill if she has to. She doesn't believe that stallions should have all the glory, and isn't afraid to show it. Treacherous - thats the code you should follow when talking to Guin. And beautiful... she is very beautiful... Sample Guinevere knew she was being followed. She knew that a stallion haunted her steps. As she etched her way across the terrain, every hair on her body was raised. As Guinevere left her hoofprints in the muddy surface of the earth, she waited for the opportune moment. She had seen the stallion following her - a white pretty boy, following at a safe distance, or what he though was a safe distance. He reeked of royalty, too. A high place in a herd. He smelt well, no sweat, blood, and his coat was free from bite-marks. He probably didn't work to much - his tail looked silken, his coat was sleek and without imperfection. Then, if he looked so handsome, what would send Guinevere away from him? Because. Because he's, not Guinevere's type. He's a spoilt brat, the prince that sends innocent stallions and mares to fight his battles. Guinevere had no tolerance for loyalty. She had no patience for them, and she couldn't stand them. Silly, made up words such as Prince or King, Queen and Princess were place before names so they could have power over others. It was just a petty excuse to push others around. There was no difference between a royal and a non-royal. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Not a strand of hair, not a blaze or a star... Nothing. As Guinevere continued on, she counted the steps she had taken, from when that Prince started following her. She would wait for a place, when he finally thought he was in. Then... crack Guinevere was quite good at cracking. She had lots of practice, but yes, she was excellent and turning against some one. It was natural for her. Suddenly, she heard a stuttering voice behind her. Not only was he a prince, but his dam and sire had introduced everyone for him, and him for everyone. He did not know how to introduce himself! Pfft, typical. Turning around VERY slowly, she faced him, critical eyes scraping at his skin. He- he- hello there... um, uh, my, my names Ericei. Wha- whats your na-name? Guinevere rolled her eyes as he finally finished. G-g- g- GO AWAY! Snorting at him, she lunged forward, sending the poor stallion off in a run for his money. Stopping herself as she watched him scramble away off in the distance. Ahh, good times. She then turned around, and with a cocky swish of her tail, she continued on through the bushland, another scared away stallion added to her list. Other Not much... just remember - TREACHEROUS.
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