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Post by madmare2003 on Feb 2, 2012 18:51:19 GMT -5
G-I-S-E-L-L-E, Giselle, the name reminds me of a jezebel. Now there was no way to tell want exactly this fawn would grow into. However you could tell she would be beautiful. She was a chestnut with a gorgeous white blanket and green eyes that almost burned through you. They were bright emerald green. They shined like night stars.
As the girl frolicked about her whole life was a head of her. She could do anything be anything. Oh, but I can see it in her eyes; she will be a trouble maker. She liked to ease drop on the adult’s conversations and run back to blab to her mother. She loved to watch the foals and made note of which fillies and colts were ‘hooking up’. Then if she didn’t like the filly she would be right there to flirt with the colt and bat those gorgeous green eyes.
Love, wasn’t really on this girls agenda. Not for a while. And, when the time came, it would take a special kind of stallion to put up with her. She was the boss and there was no questioning that. She always would be. There would be no “taming” her. It just was not in the cards. So boys hold on to your ties, she’ll take you for a wild ride.
Admire this girl. She could be a queen one day. I most certainly would not take my eyes off her. Nor allow her anywhere near my man. Gossip girls, watch what you tell her because she will not be afraid to use it to her total advantage. My girl, she is a fire cracker. She is trouble waiting to happen. This is Giselle, like it or not.
Name: Giselle
Gender: Filly
Breed: Crossbreed - Arabian x American Mustang x TB x Warlander x Appaloosa
Year Born: Now the same as the year they were conceived in
Generation: 2
Color: Chestnut Blanket Appaloosa
Height: 14.2 hh
Eye Color: Green
Dam: Senka
Sire: Thantos
Deformity: n/a
Fertility: 4 foals
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Post by cheezwizzard on Feb 10, 2012 15:37:14 GMT -5
Senka moved throughout the caverns at a fluid trot. Her ebonite daggers meeting the rock floor, the petite mare was looking for her daught. Her only foal, Giselle. She wasn't worried. Giselle was really something. She was a HUGE flirt and gossiper. She knew everything about foals and often notified Senka on any new relationships or drama. Senka's electric green pools scanned the dark, rocky landscape before her, looking for a flash of porcelain and crimson. Finally her eyes came upon her daughter and Senka nickered. "Hello child. What have you done today? I hope you haven't lounged around here. Meet anybody new?" Senka questioned lightly as she nuzzled her daughter lightly. Senka had been trying to more motherly but it wasn't in her nature. But she had been trying her hardest and had put boundaries on the filly's adventures. She could go anywhere she wanted in the Southern lands, as long as it wasn't a herdland. Senka had also put strict boundaries on her going near Sandy Creek, Amorous Valley, and Prismatic Creek without an adult. All the leaders in those lands were dangerous, each having a particular interest in females and their wombs.
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Post by madmare2003 on Feb 16, 2012 20:08:48 GMT -5
Spotted filly watched her mother. She struggled at it and Giselle was accepting of the fact. Sometimes it seemed more as if she and her mother were more girl friends than mother daughter. She shrugged it off, what foal wanted parents to boss them around anyway. Plus she like being dirty and cussing and doing what she wanted with little consequence. She was a Saint, as long as she was loyal and respectful of the leader she would be safe.
She smiled sweetly at her mother. It was true she often shared gossip with her mother. Like I said more friends then anything. So the little filly let out a deep sigh. She had no news to report to her mother today. She was thinking of the boy she met and was distracted. She paid even less mind to her mother than usual and carried herself around with quite the attitude.
"So what if I want to stay here all day... as a mother shouldn't you be watching me...." She huffed with the attitude of a teenager. She was a bitch already.
Name: Giselle
Gender: Filly
Breed: Crossbreed - Arabian x American Mustang x TB x Warlander x Appaloosa
Year Born: Now the same as the year they were conceived in
Generation: 2
Color: Chestnut Blanket Appaloosa
Height: 14.2 hh
Eye Color: Green
Dam: Senka
Sire: Thantos
Deformity: n/a
Fertility: 4 foals
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Post by cheezwizzard on Feb 19, 2012 21:48:06 GMT -5
Senka smirked at her Giselle's attitude. If it were any other foal, Senka would've put them in there place, but this were her daughter. She encouraged this behavior, as long as she didn't use it on Looking Glass, the new leader of the Saints. Out of all leaders of the Saints, Looking Glass had been her favorite. Concerto, she had respected, but he was much to young, while Bones was to blood thirsty and to willing to kill her followers. LG still had to earn her trust and respect but he hadn't done anything for her to hate him. "You silly minx, if you stayed in the Caverns all day, you won't learn much and besides that the darkness doesn't help your coat or eyes. You need sunlight young one. Now tell me child, what is distracting you?" Senka asked gently, picking up on Giselle's state of mind.
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Post by madmare2003 on Mar 2, 2012 22:31:06 GMT -5
Spotted filly stared at her mother with a growl. It was none of her business. Giselle was doing just fine on her own. She frankly did not need a mother or a father considering their lack of presence. She had been gone and back and her mother had not a clue what she had done all day. What if she were having sex or doing drugs or something. Oh well she huffed at her mother and rolled her eyes while she pawed at the ground.
"If you must know mother I was talking to a boy."
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