[teresa8oats]

~I Want A Mustang~
Username: ~Country~
Number Between 1-10: Any of them, I bet they are all beautiful.

Thank you for the opportunity!

Username: ~Country~
Name:
Breed: Mustang
Color:
Gender: Colt

[Eremite]

(Not my pictures credit to the person who took them)


Username: ~Country~

Show Name: Brewing Storm

Name: Storm

Breed: Mustang

Color: Buckskin Paint

Gender: Colt/Stallion




Personality: Storm has a very spunky personality. He has a very fiery heart. The stallion has very little patients. He is a loner always staying off to the side. He likes being alone and having personal time. He isn't one to participate in games and conversations. He is close to no one really mostly because of his trust issues. He has been scared in his past and will forever carry those memories with him. He can hold grudges like no one else and will have many when he goes. He likes to get up early to get things done and do nothing the rest of the day. Usually he gets into trouble for doing nothing although he listens and does what he is told to do. Although he may seem like a bad guy he does have a good heart but has a lot of trouble expressing his feelings. He is very mellow and goes with the flow most of the time but can snap and when he does, watch out. He keeps to himself a lot but opens up every once and awhile. All around he is very misunderstood but nice and caring, and just looking to fit in.

History: WIP

Story: WIP



Song:

Three thirty in the morning,
Not a soul in sight,
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night.
Raindrops on the windshield,
There's a storm moving in.
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

Every light is burnin'
In a house across town.
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown.
Askin' for a miracle,
Hopin' she's not right,
Prayin' its the weather
That's kept him out all night.
And the thunder rolls.
And the thunder rolls.

(Chorus)
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes.
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night,
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls.

She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
Through all the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

*chorus*

(That's the Radio version, this is the rest of the song

She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been

The thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm rolls on, out of control
Deep in her heart.....

The Thunder Rolls)

Art: WIP