Post by Maybe on Nov 26, 2010 13:03:54 GMT -5
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Pip
welsh pony x arabian - three years - mare
The Basics
Hello, my name is Pippa, but you can call me Pip!
I am three years old.
My breed is Welsh Pony mixed with Arabian, I think.
I am a mare, stallions are yucky.
I'm very little, I'm only 13.2 hands.
I weigh about 600 pounds.
Allegiances
I have no home, or herd.
I am a loner, but I wish I wasn't.
Family by Chance
I don't know who my parents are. I think I'm an orphan.
I don't have any brothers or sisters, either. I'm all alone.
Family by Choice
What's a mate? Is that like a boyfriend? Ew, no way!
I'm too young for foals, too, but I don't think I'll ever have them.
In-Depth
See me. I'm very little, with large eyes and a small head with a dished face, probably from my Arabian blood. I also have a naturally high-set tail. My fur is golden, and my mane is a lighter flaxen. I have a rather thick white blaze down my face and two hind stockings.
Know me. Aside from being extremely smart and creative, others say I'm the oddest, strangest horse they have ever met. I'm very unpredictable, and I sometimes disappear for days at a time to my secret place, but I'm not telling where it is, so don't ask! I am a little bit immature, and I sometimes have a hard time deciding when to be quiet and when to speak, and usually my decision ends up being the wrong one. I'm just the teensiest bit scatterbrained, oftentimes forgetting and confusing the names of horses I've known for years. It has nothing to do with my intelligence, which is far beyond average (due to her Arabian blood), it's mostly attributed to the major concussion I suffered as a foal.
Oftentimes, I have nightmares, and I don't know what they mean. Besides that, I am an agreeable, friendly pony and I love my life. I know I'm a bit strange though. I mutter under her breath a lot, about dreams and other random things that no one will ever understand, but I can't help it. I don't know why, but a lot of horses have told me I'm pretty. I get very confused when males look at me in that weird way; I have no idea what they are thinking! I've been told that I'm extremely innocent, but I know where foals come from! But I refuse to speak of it because it is yicky. I can't even begin to imagine myself in that position, so I just shrug off any and all male attention that I gets, 'cuz it weirds me out.
Where did I come from? I don't remember anything before my first birthday. Nothing of my foalhood, my parents; everything's GONE. The reason for this strange affliction was a serious concussion I suffered as a yearling. But the weird thing is, I don't know how I was injured or where I even came from, but since then, I have wandered alone, in search of a place where she can truly belong.
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