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Post by windsor on Jun 7, 2011 20:37:34 GMT -5
Windsor is a stunningly handsome specimen of a racehorse, and it is an enormous shame that he knows it. Cockiness does not suit him; it makes his personality comical at best. As a result of his arrogance he carries himself with all the confidence of a supermodel and stares down his nose at just about everything and everyone. His coat is a shimmering dark bay with tidy white socks, giving Sir Windsor the look of an old painting- sleek and spidery in appearance, with thick shoulders and a barrel chest. Staring back at the world are bewildered eyes of blue that sing longingly for the comfort of immaculate stables and well-kept greens. There is nothing in his appearance to suggest modesty or shyness. Even when relaxed his fine neck arches and his legs straighten, as if the colt were posing. To know Windsor is to know pride in its element- trapped in its raw form within a youthful cage of beauty and privilege. He is oh so self-important and ignorant, leering at the barbarian world that he refuses to understand or sympathize with.
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~ .drowned
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