Post by Heavens Nightmare on Oct 24, 2005 18:15:24 GMT -5
Calling: Heavens Nightmare
Nickname: Nightmare,Night
Gender: Mare/female
Era: Six(Age right?)
Path: Darkness
Color: Black
Breed: Arabian
Height: 15'2
Personality: She may be dark,but she can be sweet to her King,or love. But then she can be down right rotten and evil to ones she hates,and sometimes loved-ones. In her eyes,everything is hell,and nothing light,perky,pretty,amazing,or beautiful. Treat her how you want to be treated.....or be in for a hell of a ride.
History: Her sire and dam left her alone in the woods to be eaten by wolves,bears,or anything. But she manged to survive. A /soul/ as she calls it,appeared to her,guiding her,be-freinding this dark little deamoness,and teaching her the ways of evil. He truly did a good job,he taught her to be killer,and take no bull shi.t. And indeed she doesn't take it. As noted before,treat her how you like to be treated. Since her sire and dam had left her,seeing as she was worthless,and a helpless cause because of her actions. The deamon that appeared to her,his name was Nighthawk. He had recently left her,to destroy the minds of all others that needed it.
Password: M y r o t t i n g s o u l
Example post:(It shall start from when she was younger,a flash back as you may call it.)
B l a c k n e s s -h a s- a r r i v e d
Small filly stood lone,her sire and dam had told her they'd be back soon. They left her with nothing but a nicker from far away. The small deamoness stood 'lone. Normal to her. Sire and dam after she was born usually just left her 'lone,never bothered to take care of her. For they thought she was a useless cause,and hopless beyond end. If the foal didn't have spunk the second it could walk,they abandoned it. T'was what happend with Nigthmare. A couple sleepless,and foodless nights went by. She layed helplessly by a tree. Soon enough,a ghostly figure stood by her side,nudging her form of skin,bones,and barely any muscle. The filly awoke suddenly,seeing the figure she rushed to her tiny hooves. Eyes wide. She stared. The figure grinned seemingly,and spoke. "Ah,my darling,do not be afraid of me. I'm here to help. Do you have a name?" His words soft,kind,and warming to the helpless foals soul,for now atleast. The filly shook her head. "No." She said simply,looking at him. He stomped his hoof,before looking back to the filly. "I curse you Heaven's Nigtmare. I be that of Nighthawk. Your gaurdian for now helpless filly." He said,his words more bold,and ignorant. The filly looked up a bit afraid,remeber she is still small and weak. She flicked her tiny tail at the flys surrounding her. The next four years was almost classified as living t o r c h e r. Maybe even a living hell,but wait,thats where Nighthawk is from. Back to current now. The black mare trudged through the dark woods. The woods not her favorite of places,but the best place to spot Nighthawk anymore. Her now sturdy legs carried her at a quick pace through the woods,dodging tree's or random twigs or objects in her way. She had a sleek body,and a silky mane and tail. Her seductive ways got the stallions she met so far hurt. Her eyes a soft brown,maybe the devil was on her side,giving her the looks of an angel,but the attitude of the devil,or a deamon. She cleared a fallen tree before reaching her destination. The falls. She whatched her reflection,before lowering her mug to the water,a red crimson floated around her mouth,she snorted,and began sipping at the water. She lifted her head to look at her reflection once more. She started in,she waded up into her knee's,daring to go more,she went to her chest,before she had to swim. Her eyes turned cold,she turned,seeing nothing. Obviously Nighthawk felt like playing tricks on her mind. She shook her head,ignoring him for the most part. Waiting to see,if any deamon would dare come see her.
Nickname: Nightmare,Night
Gender: Mare/female
Era: Six(Age right?)
Path: Darkness
Color: Black
Breed: Arabian
Height: 15'2
Personality: She may be dark,but she can be sweet to her King,or love. But then she can be down right rotten and evil to ones she hates,and sometimes loved-ones. In her eyes,everything is hell,and nothing light,perky,pretty,amazing,or beautiful. Treat her how you want to be treated.....or be in for a hell of a ride.
History: Her sire and dam left her alone in the woods to be eaten by wolves,bears,or anything. But she manged to survive. A /soul/ as she calls it,appeared to her,guiding her,be-freinding this dark little deamoness,and teaching her the ways of evil. He truly did a good job,he taught her to be killer,and take no bull shi.t. And indeed she doesn't take it. As noted before,treat her how you like to be treated. Since her sire and dam had left her,seeing as she was worthless,and a helpless cause because of her actions. The deamon that appeared to her,his name was Nighthawk. He had recently left her,to destroy the minds of all others that needed it.
Password: M y r o t t i n g s o u l
Example post:(It shall start from when she was younger,a flash back as you may call it.)
B l a c k n e s s -h a s- a r r i v e d
Small filly stood lone,her sire and dam had told her they'd be back soon. They left her with nothing but a nicker from far away. The small deamoness stood 'lone. Normal to her. Sire and dam after she was born usually just left her 'lone,never bothered to take care of her. For they thought she was a useless cause,and hopless beyond end. If the foal didn't have spunk the second it could walk,they abandoned it. T'was what happend with Nigthmare. A couple sleepless,and foodless nights went by. She layed helplessly by a tree. Soon enough,a ghostly figure stood by her side,nudging her form of skin,bones,and barely any muscle. The filly awoke suddenly,seeing the figure she rushed to her tiny hooves. Eyes wide. She stared. The figure grinned seemingly,and spoke. "Ah,my darling,do not be afraid of me. I'm here to help. Do you have a name?" His words soft,kind,and warming to the helpless foals soul,for now atleast. The filly shook her head. "No." She said simply,looking at him. He stomped his hoof,before looking back to the filly. "I curse you Heaven's Nigtmare. I be that of Nighthawk. Your gaurdian for now helpless filly." He said,his words more bold,and ignorant. The filly looked up a bit afraid,remeber she is still small and weak. She flicked her tiny tail at the flys surrounding her. The next four years was almost classified as living t o r c h e r. Maybe even a living hell,but wait,thats where Nighthawk is from. Back to current now. The black mare trudged through the dark woods. The woods not her favorite of places,but the best place to spot Nighthawk anymore. Her now sturdy legs carried her at a quick pace through the woods,dodging tree's or random twigs or objects in her way. She had a sleek body,and a silky mane and tail. Her seductive ways got the stallions she met so far hurt. Her eyes a soft brown,maybe the devil was on her side,giving her the looks of an angel,but the attitude of the devil,or a deamon. She cleared a fallen tree before reaching her destination. The falls. She whatched her reflection,before lowering her mug to the water,a red crimson floated around her mouth,she snorted,and began sipping at the water. She lifted her head to look at her reflection once more. She started in,she waded up into her knee's,daring to go more,she went to her chest,before she had to swim. Her eyes turned cold,she turned,seeing nothing. Obviously Nighthawk felt like playing tricks on her mind. She shook her head,ignoring him for the most part. Waiting to see,if any deamon would dare come see her.
