Post by Cosima on May 11, 2012 6:44:50 GMT -5
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Name: Cosima
Gender: Female
Age: 7 years
Color/ markings: A black-and-white paint femme with beautiful, deep brown eyes. She has a white blaze down her nose and a white spot around her right eye.
Breed: Mustang
Height, in hands: 14 1/2 hands
Personality: Cosima is a strong willed female with resolve. She never gives up and is always upbeat and peppy. While she can be sweet, she is an also be uncaring to those she doesn't like.
History: Cosima was the child of a loner and then she joined the valtameren herd.
Herd: Valtameren herd
Rp sample: Cosima trotted around her territory, looking around for something to do. She was almost through her territory now, her hooves rhythmically hitting the ground, front, to back, back legs then right legs again. How she loved running! The ocean spray hit her face and she relished the smell of the sea, the cool breeze that cooled her down, and the water that lapped at her un-shoed hooves. She was wild, and always would be. Humans thought that they could catch her, but she was unstoppable. She had earned her place in the herd. Making her way down the beach, Cosima thought of her position in the herd.
Note: May Cosima be the lead mare?
Name: Cosima
Gender: Female
Age: 7 years
Color/ markings: A black-and-white paint femme with beautiful, deep brown eyes. She has a white blaze down her nose and a white spot around her right eye.
Breed: Mustang
Height, in hands: 14 1/2 hands
Personality: Cosima is a strong willed female with resolve. She never gives up and is always upbeat and peppy. While she can be sweet, she is an also be uncaring to those she doesn't like.
History: Cosima was the child of a loner and then she joined the valtameren herd.
Herd: Valtameren herd
Rp sample: Cosima trotted around her territory, looking around for something to do. She was almost through her territory now, her hooves rhythmically hitting the ground, front, to back, back legs then right legs again. How she loved running! The ocean spray hit her face and she relished the smell of the sea, the cool breeze that cooled her down, and the water that lapped at her un-shoed hooves. She was wild, and always would be. Humans thought that they could catch her, but she was unstoppable. She had earned her place in the herd. Making her way down the beach, Cosima thought of her position in the herd.
Note: May Cosima be the lead mare?
