Post by Skye-Blue. on Oct 11, 2012 12:46:59 GMT -5
My name is Drusus
I am 6yrs of age.
My breed is Andalusian
I am a Stallion.
I am 15.2 hands high
My coat is Palomino
My eyes are brown.
I have a star, snip and socks.
Drusus' parents were the leads of a large herd. They had escaped from captivity together, both purebred andalusians. He was raised with out any harsh words of beatings. He was a prince and was expected to be treated like one. What made him so special was that his mother had trouble conceiving and he was the only foal of his specific lineage. Drusus' life was simple and easy, never having to work. One day, it all changed. A tornado ripped across the plains, the herd within its cross hairs. It beared down upon them and the mares and foals scattered, each going their separate ways. Screams of fear rang across the territory. Drusus himself ran into a dry creek bed and raced away in the direction the tornado had come from.
At four years of age he had encountered many stallions, all fought him and chased the cocky colt away. But now he was a stallion, a real force to be reckoned with. Drusus has been traveling for all of his adult life and has come upon Efre in the hopes of starting a herd here.
I am 6yrs of age.
My breed is Andalusian
I am a Stallion.
I am 15.2 hands high
My coat is Palomino
My eyes are brown.
I have a star, snip and socks.
Drusus' parents were the leads of a large herd. They had escaped from captivity together, both purebred andalusians. He was raised with out any harsh words of beatings. He was a prince and was expected to be treated like one. What made him so special was that his mother had trouble conceiving and he was the only foal of his specific lineage. Drusus' life was simple and easy, never having to work. One day, it all changed. A tornado ripped across the plains, the herd within its cross hairs. It beared down upon them and the mares and foals scattered, each going their separate ways. Screams of fear rang across the territory. Drusus himself ran into a dry creek bed and raced away in the direction the tornado had come from.
At four years of age he had encountered many stallions, all fought him and chased the cocky colt away. But now he was a stallion, a real force to be reckoned with. Drusus has been traveling for all of his adult life and has come upon Efre in the hopes of starting a herd here.
