Critter's horses

[Critter]

Ruemira

General info

My name is pronounced
Roo My Rah

My gender is
Female

My age is
4

My breed is
Unknown

My pictures



I act like
Ruemira is somewhat spiteful. She prefers to be alone but will talk if she must. She is afraid of fires. She's kind deep down but she doesn't usually show it. She normally doesn't talk unless she's spoken to first.

My Element is
Muddled but my main is water

My past
Ruemira's mother was of water and her father was of fire. The two met and fell in love. It pained her mother to carry her when she knew that the love she had for Ruemira's father was hopeless. Many years later Ruemira's father was killed. He refused to give up the name of his muddle daughter.

How I feel about you
Braden
I enjoyed talking to you. I do fancy you quite a bit but I know it would never work out between us.

Who I've met
Braden

My special quote/story/song
Nothin better to do by Leann Rimes
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire
Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge
Just a crazy roughneck's daughter
Jumped head-first into the water
Baptized away my sins

Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy
Couple of lookers, new best friends
We slipped in the back of Sunday service
Know them church ladies, they heard us
Bum smoke money from the offering

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork"
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

Yeah!

Oh, yeah

Sign read: BAIT, CHIPS, BEER and AMMUNITION
That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer
Well I hiked my skirt and did the talkin'
While them boys were busy walkin'
Case of .5 out the back door

Hid deep in the Mississippi backwoods
We danced and played around 'til dark
Well I had them wrestlin' for my first kiss
Turned into a fight and they missed
Me speeding off in Tommy's car

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork"
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

Yeah!

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed
Nobody's busines but my own

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handwork
Oh, the trouble you'll get into!"
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do

Yeah!

Oh, yeah

Got nothin' better to do, babe
Got nothin' better to do
You got nothin' better to do, babe
Ya got nothin' better to do, no no
Got nothin' better to do babe
Ya got nothin' better to do, no no
Got nothin' better to do babe
You got nothin' better to do, no no!

[Critter]

Zalizarus

General info

My name is pronounced
Zah Liz Are Us

My gender is
Male

My age is
10

My Species and breed are
Barb horse

My pictures



I act like
Zalizarus is mean and cruel. He will kill any muddle in his path and anyone who questions his authority. He plans to take back the Fire throne one day. He is dishonest and fierce. Anyone who is fool enough to challenge him will lose their lives. He is full of hate and is always looking for one night of fun with any mare regardless of her element.

My Element is
Fire

My past
Zalizarus is the descendant of Vunsista herself. His family has been in power for many years until one brave stallion defeated them and took over. Zalizarus was a good friend of Belissimos, who was the father of Ruemira. Zalizarus killed Belissimos. It is unknown to everyone that he killed Belissimos because he betrayed him and created a foal with his mate, Ruemira's mother. It is a lie that he killed her father because he wouldn't give up Ruemira's name.

How I feel about you
Suicide
I really have no feelings for you. I had my fun and now I only plan to stick around long enough to meet the newest Zalizarus Jr. He WILL be a boy.

Heriem
I'm unsure of you. I got you pregnant as well but I feel different about you somehow.

Who I've met
Suicide
Heriem

My special quote/story/song
The thunder rolls by Garth Brooks
Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive
She rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

[3rd Verse:]
She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been

[Critter]

Old General

General info


My gender is
Male

My age is
25

My Species and breed are
Shetland Pony

My pictures


I act like
Old General is grumpy. He's tired of being old. He is always complaining about his creaky arthritis or his bad hearing. He is always gruff and making a fool of himself. He is almost always on his soapbox on something. He is also very forgetful.


My Element is
Earth

My past
Old General is, well, old. He's seen a lot of death and hardship. His parents were both earth and he grew up normally. He was always told that he should only talk to earths. He was raised around many earths and up until recently he didn't even know other types existed.

How I feel about you
None yet

Who I've met
No one yet.

My special quote/story/song
Frances de Sales:
Nothing is so strong as gentleness. Nothing is so gentle as real strength.