[tynahi]

Here is another pretty girl!

Username:
Name: Mink
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 Years
Height: 15.0 Hh

Personality:Even though her presence can be described as very quiet, Mink's personality has many strong opinions, especially when it comes to issues she considers really important in life. If Mink is fighting for something, it is because she believes in the idea itself, not because of some selfish reasons. Mink is drawn toward helping those in need: she may rush to the place of a major disaster. Mink sees this as her duty and her purpose in life. Mink firmly believes that nothing else would help the world as much as getting rid of all the evil-doers (though preferably in a non-violent way).
Quirk: Hates her neck and legs being touched.

History: Mink, as you know, lived in a woodland by a seashore in a fairly small herd. In her herd, it was simply a small family. Her dad was the leader and her mother was one of the two females. Then her and her brother. There was to be a sixth soon. Life was ruff there though. Since they lived in a small woodland by the sea, finding good, green grass was difficult. Getting to the point, Mink goes off and finds grass at dawn for her herd. Not think there was any real danger anyway. Once or twice, she would catch the sent of bear or cat. Not going into danger, she goes back and they will just eat dried up sea grass, and maybe a few thistles. (My horses eat them). One morning, she went off to find that one spot that she found the other day. Walking over roots and zigzagging through trees, she heads off by memory. She knows she is getting close when she sees a opening. Walking past the tree line, she gets a strong whiff of cat. Petrified, she sniffs the air trying to find the direction of the sent. Not liking where the sent was coming from, she turns around to find a cougar a few yards away in the tree line. It's sniffing the ground, following her tracks. By instinct, Mink turns and runs, runs as fast as she can. She knows the cat is right behind her, she keeps running, non stop. Finally the cougar stops, not wanting to go any further. She now knows why. A strange smell looms in the air. A smell she doesn't know. Wanting to know why, she walks slowly to the source, finding a strange object in the middle of the field. Treading closer, she hears a little "poof" and feels a sting on her hock. Looking towards the sound, every thing goes blurry and faint. The next thing she knows, she is in a area with a barrier around it. She sees strange creatures, walking and standing on two legs. Confused, she hears them making weird noises.

"What is it? It's a horse with horns! Should we kill it or let it free?"

Not knowing what to think, she whinnied. She sees them looking at her with a expression she has never seen a predator have before. It wasn't anger or nothingness, not even fear.

"What if we made a new species called F.A.E., Forest Antlered Equine. There must be more of these equine with antlers in the forests. They can be pets just like the domestic horses and mustangs."

"I think that's great."

"Ya, wouldn't it be cool to have one of these on your field?"

Mink doesn't know what they are talking about, but she remembers her father talking about them prospering with these creatures before. These just seem different then the ones dad talked about. Walking up to them trusting her dad's knowledge, she stands at the fence, when one walks up and lets her smell her hand. Stepping away, she shakes away the smell.

"I think FAE's will do just fine."

DOB: June 16, 2009
Homeland: Woodland by the seashore to a small herd [3-5 FAE].

Story: Ever since Mink has been "caught", She has been penned, and it got quite boring. One time, she tried to run out of the open gait. That didn't work. Another was she tried to pull herself away from the post to go into the forest. She really wanted some time back in the forest, by herself. One day, she was eating her "breakfast" as the creature said it, and she saw the loud, metal creatures pulling wood on their tails. Wondering what was going on, she walking to the edge of the pen. Her friend was walking to it and pulling the wood off. This has been happening for a few days now, and all Mink hears lately is bangs and loud growls in the forest where her friend took the wood. The next day, another metal creature brings what looks like net that she occasionally sees on the shore. But this was silver and stiff. Mink's friend called over more of her kind to carry the net into the forest.

Not entertained anymore by the loud growls and bangs, she eats at the tiny strands of grass left in her pen. Laying on the ground is the most enjoyable thing she has to pass the time. This goes on for a few more days when her friend comes in with her head devise. It put's it on Minks head and leads her to where the noise has been coming from, but now has stopped. Mink walks through the trees with her friend when they walk into a clearing with another pen in the middle. But this one is bigger, it goes into the forest further than she can see. Excited, Mink starts to hop around. Her friend does something to the barrier then takes off the string attached to her head devise. Running into the pen, she bolts through the trees into a big opening surrounded by a small cliff and full of grass! Jumping off the small cliff she runs to the opening stuffing her mouth in the juicy grass.

Art:>>>>Art work<<<<

Coloration: Palomino Pintaloosa
Genes: ee aa nCr nLp nT nO
Breedings: 0
Offspring: NoneWIP WIP Doing a custom currently.

[Kiwilady]

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Username:
Name:
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 Years
Height: 15.0 hh

Personality:
Quirk: Hates her neck and legs being touched.

History:
DOB: June 16, 2009
Homeland: Woodland by the seashore to a small herd [3-5 FAE].

Story: [Your own work 100 word min.]
Art: [No color ins]

Coloration: Palomino Pintaloosa
Genes: ee aa nCr nLp nT nO
Breedings: 0
Offspring: None

[Charboo]

Username:
Name: Mink
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 Years
Height: 15.0 Hh

Personality:Even though her presence can be described as very quiet, Mink's personality has many strong opinions, especially when it comes to issues she considers really important in life. If Mink is fighting for something, it is because she believes in the idea itself, not because of some selfish reasons. Mink is drawn toward helping those in need: she may rush to the place of a major disaster. Mink sees this as her duty and her purpose in life. Mink firmly believes that nothing else would help the world as much as getting rid of all the evil-doers (though preferably in a non-violent way).
Quirk: Hates her neck and legs being touched.

History: Mink, as you know, lived in a woodland by a seashore in a fairly small herd. In her herd, it was simply a small family. Her dad was the leader and her mother was one of the two females. Then her and her brother. There was to be a sixth soon. Life was ruff there though. Since they lived in a small woodland by the sea, finding good, green grass was difficult. Getting to the point, Mink goes off and finds grass at dawn for her herd. Not think there was any real danger anyway. Once or twice, she would catch the sent of bear or cat. Not going into danger, she goes back and they will just eat dried up sea grass, and maybe a few thistles. (My horses eat them). One morning, she went off to find that one spot that she found the other day. Walking over roots and zigzagging through trees, she heads off by memory. She knows she is getting close when she sees a opening. Walking past the tree line, she gets a strong whiff of cat. Petrified, she sniffs the air trying to find the direction of the sent. Not liking where the sent was coming from, she turns around to find a cougar a few yards away in the tree line. It's sniffing the ground, following her tracks. By instinct, Mink turns and runs, runs as fast as she can. She knows the cat is right behind her, she keeps running, non stop. Finally the cougar stops, not wanting to go any further. She now knows why. A strange smell looms in the air. A smell she doesn't know. Wanting to know why, she walks slowly to the source, finding a strange object in the middle of the field. Treading closer, she hears a little "poof" and feels a sting on her hock. Looking towards the sound, every thing goes blurry and faint. The next thing she knows, she is in a area with a barrier around it. She sees strange creatures, walking and standing on two legs. Confused, she hears them making weird noises.

"What is it? It's a horse with horns! Should we kill it or let it free?"

Not knowing what to think, she whinnied. She sees them looking at her with a expression she has never seen a predator have before. It wasn't anger or nothingness, not even fear.

"What if we made a new species called F.A.E., Forest Antlered Equine. There must be more of these equine with antlers in the forests. They can be pets just like the domestic horses and mustangs."

"I think that's great."

"Ya, wouldn't it be cool to have one of these on your field?"

Mink doesn't know what they are talking about, but she remembers her father talking about them prospering with these creatures before. These just seem different then the ones dad talked about. Walking up to them trusting her dad's knowledge, she stands at the fence, when one walks up and lets her smell her hand. Stepping away, she shakes away the smell.

"I think FAE's will do just fine."

DOB: June 16, 2009
Homeland: Woodland by the seashore to a small herd [3-5 FAE].

Story: Ever since Mink has been "caught", She has been penned, and it got quite boring. One time, she tried to run out of the open gait. That didn't work. Another was she tried to pull herself away from the post to go into the forest. She really wanted some time back in the forest, by herself. One day, she was eating her "breakfast" as the creature said it, and she saw the loud, metal creatures pulling wood on their tails. Wondering what was going on, she walking to the edge of the pen. Her friend was walking to it and pulling the wood off. This has been happening for a few days now, and all Mink hears lately is bangs and loud growls in the forest where her friend took the wood. The next day, another metal creature brings what looks like net that she occasionally sees on the shore. But this was silver and stiff. Mink's friend called over more of her kind to carry the net into the forest.

Not entertained anymore by the loud growls and bangs, she eats at the tiny strands of grass left in her pen. Laying on the ground is the most enjoyable thing she has to pass the time. This goes on for a few more days when her friend comes in with her head devise. It put's it on Minks head and leads her to where the noise has been coming from, but now has stopped. Mink walks through the trees with her friend when they walk into a clearing with another pen in the middle. But this one is bigger, it goes into the forest further than she can see. Excited, Mink starts to hop around. Her friend does something to the barrier then takes off the string attached to her head devise. Running into the pen, she bolts through the trees into a big opening surrounded by a small cliff and full of grass! Jumping off the small cliff she runs to the opening stuffing her mouth in the juicy grass.

Art:>>>>Art work<<<<

Coloration: Palomino Pintaloosa
Genes: ee aa nCr nLp nT nO
Breedings: 0
Offspring: NoneWIP WIP Doing a custom currently.

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Username:
Name: Mink
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 Years
Height: 15.0 Hh

Personality:Even though her presence can be described as very quiet, Mink's personality has many strong opinions, especially when it comes to issues she considers really important in life. If Mink is fighting for something, it is because she believes in the idea itself, not because of some selfish reasons. Mink is drawn toward helping those in need: she may rush to the place of a major disaster. Mink sees this as her duty and her purpose in life. Mink firmly believes that nothing else would help the world as much as getting rid of all the evil-doers (though preferably in a non-violent way).
Quirk: Hates her neck and legs being touched.

History: Mink, as you know, lived in a woodland by a seashore in a fairly small herd. In her herd, it was simply a small family. Her dad was the leader and her mother was one of the two females. Then her and her brother. There was to be a sixth soon. Life was ruff there though. Since they lived in a small woodland by the sea, finding good, green grass was difficult. Getting to the point, Mink goes off and finds grass at dawn for her herd. Not think there was any real danger anyway. Once or twice, she would catch the sent of bear or cat. Not going into danger, she goes back and they will just eat dried up sea grass, and maybe a few thistles. (My horses eat them). One morning, she went off to find that one spot that she found the other day. Walking over roots and zigzagging through trees, she heads off by memory. She knows she is getting close when she sees a opening. Walking past the tree line, she gets a strong whiff of cat. Petrified, she sniffs the air trying to find the direction of the sent. Not liking where the sent was coming from, she turns around to find a cougar a few yards away in the tree line. It's sniffing the ground, following her tracks. By instinct, Mink turns and runs, runs as fast as she can. She knows the cat is right behind her, she keeps running, non stop. Finally the cougar stops, not wanting to go any further. She now knows why. A strange smell looms in the air. A smell she doesn't know. Wanting to know why, she walks slowly to the source, finding a strange object in the middle of the field. Treading closer, she hears a little "poof" and feels a sting on her hock. Looking towards the sound, every thing goes blurry and faint. The next thing she knows, she is in a area with a barrier around it. She sees strange creatures, walking and standing on two legs. Confused, she hears them making weird noises.

"What is it? It's a horse with horns! Should we kill it or let it free?"

Not knowing what to think, she whinnied. She sees them looking at her with a expression she has never seen a predator have before. It wasn't anger or nothingness, not even fear.

"What if we made a new species called F.A.E., Forest Antlered Equine. There must be more of these equine with antlers in the forests. They can be pets just like the domestic horses and mustangs."

"I think that's great."

"Ya, wouldn't it be cool to have one of these on your field?"

Mink doesn't know what they are talking about, but she remembers her father talking about them prospering with these creatures before. These just seem different then the ones dad talked about. Walking up to them trusting her dad's knowledge, she stands at the fence, when one walks up and lets her smell her hand. Stepping away, she shakes away the smell.

"I think FAE's will do just fine."

DOB: June 16, 2009
Homeland: Woodland by the seashore to a small herd [3-5 FAE].

Story: Ever since Mink has been "caught", She has been penned, and it got quite boring. One time, she tried to run out of the open gait. That didn't work. Another was she tried to pull herself away from the post to go into the forest. She really wanted some time back in the forest, by herself. One day, she was eating her "breakfast" as the creature said it, and she saw the loud, metal creatures pulling wood on their tails. Wondering what was going on, she walking to the edge of the pen. Her friend was walking to it and pulling the wood off. This has been happening for a few days now, and all Mink hears lately is bangs and loud growls in the forest where her friend took the wood. The next day, another metal creature brings what looks like net that she occasionally sees on the shore. But this was silver and stiff. Mink's friend called over more of her kind to carry the net into the forest.

Not entertained anymore by the loud growls and bangs, she eats at the tiny strands of grass left in her pen. Laying on the ground is the most enjoyable thing she has to pass the time. This goes on for a few more days when her friend comes in with her head devise. It put's it on Minks head and leads her to where the noise has been coming from, but now has stopped. Mink walks through the trees with her friend when they walk into a clearing with another pen in the middle. But this one is bigger, it goes into the forest further than she can see. Excited, Mink starts to hop around. Her friend does something to the barrier then takes off the string attached to her head devise. Running into the pen, she bolts through the trees into a big opening surrounded by a small cliff and full of grass! Jumping off the small cliff she runs to the opening stuffing her mouth in the juicy grass.

Art:>>>>Art work<<<<

Coloration: Palomino Pintaloosa
Genes: ee aa nCr nLp nT nO
Breedings: 0
Offspring: NoneWIP WIP Doing a custom currently.

Congrats

[Charboo]

Hehe. Thank you! I love Mink a lot.