Post by whovian on Jan 9, 2012 13:18:34 GMT -5
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[/color]WINDSOR![/i][/color][/color][/font]It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna know how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
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i'm sending you away tonight, put you on a bird's strong wing
and i forget, how fragile are the very strong
Name: Windsor
Gender: mare
Age: 6 years
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Species: Lamron
Height: 17.1 hh
Color: bay
Eye Color: greenish brown
Markings: star stripe snip, 3 socks
Mane/Tail Color: black
Alliance: Noble
And if Only I could.
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places....
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building.
Birth Element: Fire
Powers: Fire Wall, Fire Disks
Personality: Windsor is a hard egg to crack. She's not had the worlds most simple life, and she's a battered soul with a hard shell. It is very difficult to get her to soften up, and she is always on her toes. She doesn't care much if you spill out her problems to you, or if you say what's on your mind. She won't say what's on hers. She completely trusts only herself and those whom she's known for a very long time. She likes to spend time on her own, but always finds it nice to have one or two companions here and there. She's not mean spirited, and she'll warm up to you if you're a tactful type, but she will not act aggressively or be rude unless provoked. She does have a bit of sarcasm-itis though, but it's not always easy to detect.
It all really boils down to the fact that she's a big girl, and she can take care of herself.
History: She lived a happy childhood full of life and play. She was always going on adventures with her friends. However, a dispute between two stallions in her herd caused a split, and after that, they divided further and further until they were merely scattered mares and foals, and bachelor stallions. Windsor left her mother when she went to join the Sideths. Windsor had no desire to join their ranks, however she had no love of the incarnates perfect ways either. So, she remained alone, on her own taking no love of others, and living her own way. And that is what she has been doing ever since.
She found a companion at one point, her good friend from her youth, but the poor mare was younger than Windsor, and was rather "out of it", one might say. This proved fatal. One day while Windsor was visiting the stream, she picked up a cougar's scent not far away, and ran, terrified to get to her friend, but she was too late; her friend was killed by the cougar. Since that day, she has been alone, and has had trouble forgiving herself making for a rather difficult lifestyle and a hard hearted mare. On the outside.
Be running up that hill.
Be running up that hill.
If I only could, be running up that hill.
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