by landofmakebelieve » Thu Apr 18, 2013 3:15 pm
Username: Fjord Horse Lover
Name: Reshkomannan (Reesh-kom-ay-nane)
Gender: F
Age: 13
Personality: I am gentle, quite small and have a good sized rack for a female. I find myself quite warm hearted; example; Say I see an abandoned cub. I would do my best to raise it as my own. I have done this many times before; five or six times maybe. But all of them leave me when I tell them I'm not their real mother... I have never had a mate, but I would like to settle down and have a pride of my own.
History/Story: I came from a very basic pride. I loved every last member of my pride. My father and I were always closest, though. He tought me to hold my head high and to be proud of the elegant but dangerous creature I was. He tought me to do things for myself, because not everybody would be there for me my whole life. I soon learned the ways of my father, and soon caught on to his ways; calm, easy going, and gentle, but tough and dangerous when need be. I hoped to forever live with my father... but then a terrible dicease wiped out the entire pack but my father and I. He decided to take my to a place high in the mountains, where the decease was not contractable. But before we left he cought the dicease, and died halfway up the mountain. I layed there with his dead body for many days, until the sight of him made me want to be sick. I left his carcass covered in sticks so the scavenger animals could not gouge his eyes out. I moved up the mountain and found this very cave that I live in today. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of my father, for every time I use one of the skills he tought me, I think way back, to my days of happiness. So there you have it. That his how I came to live and hunt on this fridgedly cold mountain side.
hello, bonjour
please call me believe
herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.
