Post by Heavens Nightmare on Oct 20, 2005 20:21:07 GMT -5
Name: Light A Fire
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Half andalusion,and half Lipazanner
Color: Black
Markings: Four white stockings (<It might change)
type: Dark
personal(optional): He lurks in the shadows...don't be alone in the woods....((....))
history(optional):He's had a rough one,first his sire dieing of a feirce fight for the herd,then his dam,being murdered by a roothless killer that was going around. Him and his brother Sidewinder were the only ones left,after the deaths of his sire and dam,Sidewinder left,yet to return.
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Examples post:
In the darkness,lurks a deadly shadow. The eyes of a killer stalk you in the night times. As the shadow creeps through the darkness,all is quiet. The soft steps of the large set stallion seeks out the lifes of many innocent mares,foals,anything living or breathing. Some horses have spread the rumor of,a 'blood sucking vampire horse' or 'deadly killer'. The second,was correct. He didn't kill for the heck of it,he would kill,until he found the bast.ard who killed his parents. Don't mess with him. One sentence,you want to keep in your mind forever. If you see him,or hear his shrill,defining call. Run for cover. He'll be after you surely enough.[/i]
Large stallion carried through the darkness. His black eyes searching through the shadows he lurked in. His shining pelt yet to see light since he was around three. It's been almost three years since his sire and dam died. And he was out for revenge. He stopped,sniffing the air for any living creature,preferably one of his own kind. Equine. A low shrill whinny escaped his kissers. Sharp knives of pearly whites were shown once he parted his kissers for a long defining call. His ears were always pinned to his head. Eyes always in a glare. He whatched silently,taking off at a full out gallop,dodging trees,and other random objects. His oddly enough silky tail followed behind him. His long mane,from the Andalusion line,flowed behind him,almost majesticly. His charm? Beauty. He used beauty to kill. At the edge of what he had called home,at night. He looked up,the moon shining brightly against his silky pelt. The waves hitting the sand,were almost disturbing to him. He squeeled,turned on his haunches suddenly,and turning,galloping off towards the closet heard. ((No muse,so sorry.))
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Half andalusion,and half Lipazanner
Color: Black
Markings: Four white stockings (<It might change)
type: Dark
personal(optional): He lurks in the shadows...don't be alone in the woods....((....))
history(optional):He's had a rough one,first his sire dieing of a feirce fight for the herd,then his dam,being murdered by a roothless killer that was going around. Him and his brother Sidewinder were the only ones left,after the deaths of his sire and dam,Sidewinder left,yet to return.
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Examples post:
In the darkness,lurks a deadly shadow. The eyes of a killer stalk you in the night times. As the shadow creeps through the darkness,all is quiet. The soft steps of the large set stallion seeks out the lifes of many innocent mares,foals,anything living or breathing. Some horses have spread the rumor of,a 'blood sucking vampire horse' or 'deadly killer'. The second,was correct. He didn't kill for the heck of it,he would kill,until he found the bast.ard who killed his parents. Don't mess with him. One sentence,you want to keep in your mind forever. If you see him,or hear his shrill,defining call. Run for cover. He'll be after you surely enough.[/i]
Large stallion carried through the darkness. His black eyes searching through the shadows he lurked in. His shining pelt yet to see light since he was around three. It's been almost three years since his sire and dam died. And he was out for revenge. He stopped,sniffing the air for any living creature,preferably one of his own kind. Equine. A low shrill whinny escaped his kissers. Sharp knives of pearly whites were shown once he parted his kissers for a long defining call. His ears were always pinned to his head. Eyes always in a glare. He whatched silently,taking off at a full out gallop,dodging trees,and other random objects. His oddly enough silky tail followed behind him. His long mane,from the Andalusion line,flowed behind him,almost majesticly. His charm? Beauty. He used beauty to kill. At the edge of what he had called home,at night. He looked up,the moon shining brightly against his silky pelt. The waves hitting the sand,were almost disturbing to him. He squeeled,turned on his haunches suddenly,and turning,galloping off towards the closet heard. ((No muse,so sorry.))
