Post by |*Storm*| on Jan 21, 2006 22:50:35 GMT -5
Name:Storm
Gender:minx
Breed:friesian
Age:2
Color (body):ebonite
Color (Mane/tail):ebonite
Markings (if any):none
Alignment (Light, Neutral, Dark):dark
*Personality:Evil,brave,cunning,intelligent,swift thinker. Twisted,harsh dangerous despite her youth.
*History:ask her yourself
*Picture:coming
Sample Post:
A ebonite form entered the lands,her hue as dark as night,her soul darker then night itself. She glared at her surroundings,the fire that glinted in from the moonlight was harsh and seemed to burn into all that lived. She allowed her shackles the few moments to rest as she looked around,her wavy chains dancing in the wind. Her nares flared taking in the scents of all about her. Sorting them almost as soon as they touched her sensitive nares. She snorted,crimson,dry and wet,flew from her nares. She heard somthing behind her but didnt move,her harks flicking bakward listening. Somthing was with her,but what could it be? She knew what it was and was eager for a fight. She tossed her pate and reared letting a scream shatter the silence. She lunged forward,her muscles rippling under her harsh hide. The warm spring air rushing at her mass,as her shackles moved her forward into the slope,she didnt slow her pace,but increased her speed. She was fast and loved to run. She snorted and suddenly dug into the geo with her sharp spurrs. Tearing at the sod she did. She whirled and stomped at a ebonite form,squealing and screaming. Her flesh burned with pain,but she strangely loved the feeling. She knew her destiny and knew it wasnt to be good and loving. She snorted and bared her crimson tinted ivorns. She slowly fought the mass off. Tuffs of fur clinging to her ivorns and labrums from the many times she bit the mass. She heard the yelps and smirked. She knew it was young just as she was,and thought it would have been harder. Shaking her pate with a satisfied snort she turned and walked away with a slight limp. she dissapeared into the darkness to let her wounds mend themselves. Cleaning the wounds letting them not drip of her scarlet hued crimson.....
Gender:minx
Breed:friesian
Age:2
Color (body):ebonite
Color (Mane/tail):ebonite
Markings (if any):none
Alignment (Light, Neutral, Dark):dark
*Personality:Evil,brave,cunning,intelligent,swift thinker. Twisted,harsh dangerous despite her youth.
*History:ask her yourself
*Picture:coming
Sample Post:
A ebonite form entered the lands,her hue as dark as night,her soul darker then night itself. She glared at her surroundings,the fire that glinted in from the moonlight was harsh and seemed to burn into all that lived. She allowed her shackles the few moments to rest as she looked around,her wavy chains dancing in the wind. Her nares flared taking in the scents of all about her. Sorting them almost as soon as they touched her sensitive nares. She snorted,crimson,dry and wet,flew from her nares. She heard somthing behind her but didnt move,her harks flicking bakward listening. Somthing was with her,but what could it be? She knew what it was and was eager for a fight. She tossed her pate and reared letting a scream shatter the silence. She lunged forward,her muscles rippling under her harsh hide. The warm spring air rushing at her mass,as her shackles moved her forward into the slope,she didnt slow her pace,but increased her speed. She was fast and loved to run. She snorted and suddenly dug into the geo with her sharp spurrs. Tearing at the sod she did. She whirled and stomped at a ebonite form,squealing and screaming. Her flesh burned with pain,but she strangely loved the feeling. She knew her destiny and knew it wasnt to be good and loving. She snorted and bared her crimson tinted ivorns. She slowly fought the mass off. Tuffs of fur clinging to her ivorns and labrums from the many times she bit the mass. She heard the yelps and smirked. She knew it was young just as she was,and thought it would have been harder. Shaking her pate with a satisfied snort she turned and walked away with a slight limp. she dissapeared into the darkness to let her wounds mend themselves. Cleaning the wounds letting them not drip of her scarlet hued crimson.....