Post by /Dancer\ on Oct 30, 2005 23:08:35 GMT -5
Calling: Lightning Strike
Nickname: Strike
Gender: B*stard
Era: 4 Springs
Path: Hellbound
Color: Walnut
Breed: Arabian
Height: 15.3
Personality:Strike is a very brutal horse and will fight for anything he wants. he has a bad history and is very secluded and rarely opens up to anyone at all. he finds friendship in rare horses. he is the best of friends, but the worst of enemies.
History:Walnut hued bod moved through the thick underbrush slowly, talons striking the ground, alternating in their pattern. Indentations were left in the turf where the brute had stepped, treading through the lands of the dark brute who had taken them from his father. Orbs blazed with fire as he continued his approach to the lush green valley. Bod moved with the stealth and agility of a cat as he avoided the large brush, making sure the least vegitation was distrurbed. Those darqs were creatures of war and great stealth. If he was not to be careful, they would see his approach.
The snap of a twig made his breath catch in his throat. Nape twisted, nares emitting a snort of relief as he spotted his sister, Sy. Low whisper was heard from his vocals,
Sy, what are you doing here? I told you to stay with the herd. This is my fight, and I will not lose it.
His orbs were serious as he looked at the bay warmblood mare he called his sister. Her bod shook as she shook her crania, refusing to take his orders.
No, you fight, so will I.
Her eyes were full of defiance as she gave him a look that dared him to argue.
A fierce glance from him sent her back home. His crania whipped around as he made his way to the edge of the large brush. He inhaled sharply as he viewed the valley he had once called home. The lush green grass was gone, replaced by yellow brittle catcus like plants that he knew not of. The clear waters were crimson stained with blood her knew was from the darqs habits. But the most overturning sight, was the two ebony bodies lying in the center of the field. Tears stung his eyes as Craze realised that he was too late. They had killed his parents, the ones who had made the valley what it was. And in one moment, those darqs had ddestroyed everything he knew.
In that one moment, his heart became cold, but he vowed, that he would not become the enemy. He would never give into the ways of those filthy b*stards that had killed off his life. And with one final look, he spun, galloping off to find his sister.
Hooves pounded the ground, breaths heavy as he raced, tears streaming. His bod strained to race harder, as if he could go faster, everything would stop, and nothing could harm him again...
Suddenly, he heard the whisper of a familiar voice, calling to him. Talons held him to the earth as he came to a stop. Mom... he whispered.
Yes, it is I. As you may have already realised, we are gone. But you must keep living, do not let our deaths keep you from loving another. As my one last wish, take you sister from our beloved valley, and find a new home, somewhere to make your own life, to replace the now shattered one.
The voice was faint and barely audible, but Craze nodded, hearing every word of it.
I will.
The voice was heard once more, as if it were chuckling...
Good my son, now leave this valley, and remember, if you look inside yourself, I will always be there,
The young stag nodded, lowering his head gently, before picking up his pace. Within minutes he had found his young sibling and explained the situation to her. It was as if, the seas water were their tears as they made their way out, never to come back again. And so they made their way to their knew, homw, unknown as it was. Little did they know it was to be Crescent Valley...
He woke with a start, wind whipping his mane around his face as he looked around. His dream...it was so real. But as his orbs found his sister, he knew at once that this was no dream, it was his life now. He cried out to the sky, cry echoing through the sand lodged canyon where they hid themselves. He knew that the darqs would come after them as well, they were the last of the royal family. They could reclaim their stolen land. But he dared not, face the b*stards who killed his parents...no. With one last sigh, he lay his head down once more, drifting into an uneasy sleep...
Password from the rules: My rotting soal...
Sample Post: ^See History. It was written for a king tryout on another site.^
Nickname: Strike
Gender: B*stard
Era: 4 Springs
Path: Hellbound
Color: Walnut
Breed: Arabian
Height: 15.3
Personality:Strike is a very brutal horse and will fight for anything he wants. he has a bad history and is very secluded and rarely opens up to anyone at all. he finds friendship in rare horses. he is the best of friends, but the worst of enemies.
History:Walnut hued bod moved through the thick underbrush slowly, talons striking the ground, alternating in their pattern. Indentations were left in the turf where the brute had stepped, treading through the lands of the dark brute who had taken them from his father. Orbs blazed with fire as he continued his approach to the lush green valley. Bod moved with the stealth and agility of a cat as he avoided the large brush, making sure the least vegitation was distrurbed. Those darqs were creatures of war and great stealth. If he was not to be careful, they would see his approach.
The snap of a twig made his breath catch in his throat. Nape twisted, nares emitting a snort of relief as he spotted his sister, Sy. Low whisper was heard from his vocals,
Sy, what are you doing here? I told you to stay with the herd. This is my fight, and I will not lose it.
His orbs were serious as he looked at the bay warmblood mare he called his sister. Her bod shook as she shook her crania, refusing to take his orders.
No, you fight, so will I.
Her eyes were full of defiance as she gave him a look that dared him to argue.
A fierce glance from him sent her back home. His crania whipped around as he made his way to the edge of the large brush. He inhaled sharply as he viewed the valley he had once called home. The lush green grass was gone, replaced by yellow brittle catcus like plants that he knew not of. The clear waters were crimson stained with blood her knew was from the darqs habits. But the most overturning sight, was the two ebony bodies lying in the center of the field. Tears stung his eyes as Craze realised that he was too late. They had killed his parents, the ones who had made the valley what it was. And in one moment, those darqs had ddestroyed everything he knew.
In that one moment, his heart became cold, but he vowed, that he would not become the enemy. He would never give into the ways of those filthy b*stards that had killed off his life. And with one final look, he spun, galloping off to find his sister.
Hooves pounded the ground, breaths heavy as he raced, tears streaming. His bod strained to race harder, as if he could go faster, everything would stop, and nothing could harm him again...
Suddenly, he heard the whisper of a familiar voice, calling to him. Talons held him to the earth as he came to a stop. Mom... he whispered.
Yes, it is I. As you may have already realised, we are gone. But you must keep living, do not let our deaths keep you from loving another. As my one last wish, take you sister from our beloved valley, and find a new home, somewhere to make your own life, to replace the now shattered one.
The voice was faint and barely audible, but Craze nodded, hearing every word of it.
I will.
The voice was heard once more, as if it were chuckling...
Good my son, now leave this valley, and remember, if you look inside yourself, I will always be there,
The young stag nodded, lowering his head gently, before picking up his pace. Within minutes he had found his young sibling and explained the situation to her. It was as if, the seas water were their tears as they made their way out, never to come back again. And so they made their way to their knew, homw, unknown as it was. Little did they know it was to be Crescent Valley...
He woke with a start, wind whipping his mane around his face as he looked around. His dream...it was so real. But as his orbs found his sister, he knew at once that this was no dream, it was his life now. He cried out to the sky, cry echoing through the sand lodged canyon where they hid themselves. He knew that the darqs would come after them as well, they were the last of the royal family. They could reclaim their stolen land. But he dared not, face the b*stards who killed his parents...no. With one last sigh, he lay his head down once more, drifting into an uneasy sleep...
Password from the rules: My rotting soal...
Sample Post: ^See History. It was written for a king tryout on another site.^
