Post by disa on Jun 21, 2009 8:58:52 GMT -5
Name Acacia.
Age 4.
Breed Icelandic-Mustang.
Colour. Black Painted.
Height. Stands at 13.3 hands.
Personality: Acacia is rather coldhearted but she
is fair she has lot of good in her but she doesn´t show it
all the time born in the americas on a cold winter day
by her Icelandic mother Hrimfaxa who is a darkgrey mare
Hrimfaxa is a pure breed and born in the north atlantic
Acacia ´s father is a Mustang Stallion of raven black colour
and the result was Acacia she is a beautiful little lady who sometimes
is called Icequeen.
Sample Post:
Acacia trotted down the aisle of Lonely Hearts she had a great time
roaming there with some lonesome ladies but Acacia was picky when it
came to finding an ideal mate.
She snorted and her breath was frosty and it was summer Acacia
didn´t mind she was cold and it was on the outside not inside.
So Honor me she said to the stallion once upon a time and he didn´t
he laughed at her Honor you he said your to tiny for me and i do not honor
mares from the north...even though your father is a mustang.
After that insult she never approched to any stallion because even though she was
tiny barely 14 hands she could handle more then some of the fire equines=Arabians.. Acacia was bored i want some action over here
maybe my ideal mate is out there somewhere.
Age 4.
Breed Icelandic-Mustang.
Colour. Black Painted.
Height. Stands at 13.3 hands.
Personality: Acacia is rather coldhearted but she
is fair she has lot of good in her but she doesn´t show it
all the time born in the americas on a cold winter day
by her Icelandic mother Hrimfaxa who is a darkgrey mare
Hrimfaxa is a pure breed and born in the north atlantic
Acacia ´s father is a Mustang Stallion of raven black colour
and the result was Acacia she is a beautiful little lady who sometimes
is called Icequeen.
Sample Post:
Acacia trotted down the aisle of Lonely Hearts she had a great time
roaming there with some lonesome ladies but Acacia was picky when it
came to finding an ideal mate.
She snorted and her breath was frosty and it was summer Acacia
didn´t mind she was cold and it was on the outside not inside.
So Honor me she said to the stallion once upon a time and he didn´t
he laughed at her Honor you he said your to tiny for me and i do not honor
mares from the north...even though your father is a mustang.
After that insult she never approched to any stallion because even though she was
tiny barely 14 hands she could handle more then some of the fire equines=Arabians.. Acacia was bored i want some action over here
maybe my ideal mate is out there somewhere.
