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Username:
Horneddragon
Adoption Number:
14
Name you'll give it:
Hecate
Origin: Greek
Meaning: goddess of which craft and magic
Reason why you want it:
I love the nature of this little girl, and the fact that she cannot bare to part/ come to terms with her death, it really speaks to me.
Describe its personality:
.Shy.
The spectral horse nervously pawed the ground as suitors approached her, She was young and strong, still in the prime of her youth. but these humans scared her a little, what with their looks of sorrow and longing. They gazed upon her as if she were dead! she snorted at the thought.
.Bold.
With another snort she reared to her hind legs, flailing her thin legs in the open air, a human had come too close to her backside for her comfort, and she was not about to be branded a second time. landing back on her feet she took off galloping in long circles around the perimeter of the forest, she loved this feeling, that of the wind wipping through her mane and anyway, if someone really wanted her then they could catch her.
.Kind hearted.
The spectral horse stopped suddenly at the cries of a young child she had accidentally knocked over in her mad dash around the clearing. Concerned she trotted over to the wailing babe, sniffing and nuzzling her, and giving a quaint snort when the child grabbed stoutly onto her head, giggling with glee. with a delighted whinny she lightly shook her off and trotted away, she never really wanted to hurt some one. she dreaded the thought.
.Misunderstood.
The horse shook her head in despair no one seemed to want to approach her, were her antics just too much? she did not know, with a light huff she settled down, she would leave here alone if no one approached soon..
.Filled with longing.
The horse looked out over the field, a deep welling need to run out across it filled her whole body and lashed deep into her bones, stiff legged the moved towards the warmth and light. Suddenly she let out a high howl liket noise, some thing was holding her back... back from her freedom.
Story:
Cally breathed in the thick fog, her almost naked body shivering next to Jerico's warm pelt. This was what she got for not being prepared and following Jerico into Ahzen, she shivered once more, and felt Jerico lean in closer. She was clothed only in her Bikini and a towel...
The heavy thudding of hooves made Her head rise, she had seen horses before, one could be very beneficial in their quest to get home. Wrapping her arms around Jerico's warm expanse she resided to wait.
It was not long before the Horse had made its way into the clearing, And it was not entirely what Cally had expected to see...
Bones. that was the first thing that hit her mind when she saw the horse, she was instantly appalled, it was DEAD! but then the true beauty of the creature hit home, it was so full of life so spirited she was instantly taken.
so shivering and half frozen she stood and boldly approached the animal, Jerico trailing just behind her. She approached slowly hands out in welcome, and softly murmuring to the animal as it trained its silver and blue eyes on her warily watching her approach. It tossed hit head as slowly Cally extended her arm to reach out and stroke the animal's skull, the silver mane barely brushed her arm sending a numming jolt up to her shoulder. She gritted her teeth and adjusted her stance to keep from touching her mane.
The effects of her mane aside, the horse was beautiful this close, Cally was half tempted to hop onto her back, but she stathed her hand consoling herself to lean in close to her and murmur calming things near the area she believed the horses ears would be.
"Ow would yah like tah com live with Jerryco an may?"
she asked slowly beginning to rub the horses bones.
Will you be using it any were else?:
possibly, im actualy debating i think i may use her in woos with Jerico and Cally