Post by morablove13 on Apr 9, 2011 10:12:30 GMT -5
Name: Megan Elizabeth Zewe
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Slightly wavy blonde hair, freckles, and green eyes. 5/5 feet high.
Riding Experience: Advanced — Megan started riding horses when she was eight years old on her mother's twenty-two-year-old Welsh pony.
Disciplines: Eventing. Megan also enjoys going on trail rides.
Personality: Megan is a little bit shy around people she doesn't know, but is very outgoing when it comes to horses and her friends. Megan is also rather tomboyish, yet has a good sense of style.
History: Born in California, but grew up in south-east Texas.
Riding School: Starry Skies Equestrian School
Horse's Name: Chilling Like Flynn (just Flynn for short)
Breed: Morab/Thoroughbred mix-breed
Age: 8
Gender: Gelding
Height: 16.1hh
Personality: Calm and very docile. One of the best horses a person could ever ask for.
Appearance: Chestnut, blaze, two stockings and a sock.
Disciplines: Eventing — jumping, dressage, cross country.
Vices and Quirks: Flynn likes to chew on people's t-shirts occasionally and is a bit spooky in strange places.
Flynn's History: Flynn was born in northern Massachusetts on June 3, 2002. When she turned ten, Megan's parents bought Flynn for her; he was two years old.
Sample Post: Megan walked into the stable and took in a deep breath that smelled of hay, feed and horses. As she strolled toward Flynn's stall, the gelding stuck his head out and whinnied to her, as if to say "What took you so long!?" Megan laughed at her horse, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a treat.
"Hey, silly old boy, I've got something for you," she said, holding out the treat resting in the palm of her hand. Flynn grabbed it and munched nosily with his eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the treat.
When he was done, Flynn rubbed his white blaze on Megan's blue tank top. Megan pushed his head away, but Flynn came back and started licking her arm.
"You're such a funny horse, Flynn! How would you like to go for a trail ride today?"
Flynn snorted and bobbed his head up and down. Megan often thought that Flynn could understand her, which may sound ridiculous to some people, but it made perfect sense to her.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, boy," she said, giving him a final pat.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Slightly wavy blonde hair, freckles, and green eyes. 5/5 feet high.
Riding Experience: Advanced — Megan started riding horses when she was eight years old on her mother's twenty-two-year-old Welsh pony.
Disciplines: Eventing. Megan also enjoys going on trail rides.
Personality: Megan is a little bit shy around people she doesn't know, but is very outgoing when it comes to horses and her friends. Megan is also rather tomboyish, yet has a good sense of style.
History: Born in California, but grew up in south-east Texas.
Riding School: Starry Skies Equestrian School
Horse's Name: Chilling Like Flynn (just Flynn for short)
Breed: Morab/Thoroughbred mix-breed
Age: 8
Gender: Gelding
Height: 16.1hh
Personality: Calm and very docile. One of the best horses a person could ever ask for.
Appearance: Chestnut, blaze, two stockings and a sock.
Disciplines: Eventing — jumping, dressage, cross country.
Vices and Quirks: Flynn likes to chew on people's t-shirts occasionally and is a bit spooky in strange places.
Flynn's History: Flynn was born in northern Massachusetts on June 3, 2002. When she turned ten, Megan's parents bought Flynn for her; he was two years old.
Sample Post: Megan walked into the stable and took in a deep breath that smelled of hay, feed and horses. As she strolled toward Flynn's stall, the gelding stuck his head out and whinnied to her, as if to say "What took you so long!?" Megan laughed at her horse, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a treat.
"Hey, silly old boy, I've got something for you," she said, holding out the treat resting in the palm of her hand. Flynn grabbed it and munched nosily with his eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the treat.
When he was done, Flynn rubbed his white blaze on Megan's blue tank top. Megan pushed his head away, but Flynn came back and started licking her arm.
"You're such a funny horse, Flynn! How would you like to go for a trail ride today?"
Flynn snorted and bobbed his head up and down. Megan often thought that Flynn could understand her, which may sound ridiculous to some people, but it made perfect sense to her.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, boy," she said, giving him a final pat.
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