XxMiseryxX & The Unsinkable Ship

[XxMiseryxX**~Titanic~]

Calling: XxMiseryxX
Nickname* Misery
Gender : wench
Era :4
Path : darq
Color:raven
Breed : of the desert runners
Height : around 15.1
Personality: ahhh...Misery.Well, it's not something she has really thought about in the past.Cruel, mean, grotesque.. any of those synonyms for horrid would describe her. Yet, she is wise in her cruel anxiety.
History: Misery. Born cruel, of course, she lived a well brought up life until the age of 2, where, like most darks,she killed her parents. Her sister, unlike her, was more kind, not, 'light kind' just less cruel. at the age of three, Misery tore her sisters heart out, buried the body on a nearby island, swallowed the heart, (to bring her power! or so she thought.) the herd driving her out for murder. Hearts now appeared on her menu, it was like eating chocolate icecream on a hot day, and seemed just as natural for her. Swimming to this island she had hoped to find some more stock, and possibly some fun.

Calling: Titanic
Nickname*
Gender: Brujo
Era: 6
Path: dark
Color: painted both of things that pretend to be colors,but alas are not.(black and white)
Breed: clydsdale
Height 17.1
Personality: same as above^^, loves pleasure
History(please post somthing): killed parents, was driven out for crime he did not commit, became eviler, came here. (just a quicky ^^)

Password: m y r o t t i n g s o a l (( s o u l )) ?

[Weiry]

please post an example post and read the rules, to understand you are missing something.

[XxMiseryxX**~Titanic~]

I did, but .... eh..sorry here goes:

I saw Martin charge and made an attempt to get away,but i failed.I crashed to the ground and quickly got up pon my pillars,not even breaking a sweat.I was puffing hardly through my nares but this..monstrosity was absolutely no match for me.I cackled evily and charged,turning swiftly and sending my irons soaring through the air.If he hit or not it didnt matter.

I watched him carefully with greatly trained orbs, I always had half an eyes on the little snake. Oh now I needs to keep the grin on his face, just to annoy you and put your anger at greater stakes. Yes anger could be the greatest weapon, if you knew how to use it. But Anger because of a grin? Your kidding, well not everyone was as calm as they appeared at first. he had a strange way of keeping calm despite anything and wasn’t about you blow his head of swearing cause neither of his hits had caught Martin directly. Its wasn’t a bad thing, . knight could see the thingyiness of the stud as he started to move away, his orbs were on his challenger.he would be so easy.


My circles went to the other stag,hisoods looking to own the general back area, but by the time he had done this the snake was already moving. Oh well time to put all those lovely teachings into action, and hopeful by doing so he would win, but if not guess what he was going to do? TRY again! He would be a constant speed bump on Martins road. You see, as much as he loved to fight, he felt a bond with killing.

As he continued to charge knight had little time to think, slowly the pages of his mind began to turn, one after another, until the right page crept into his mind. He leapt forwards and to the right (presuming he was coming in from the left of coarse [cause if Martin had been coming from the right then it would have been to the left slash had jumped.]) Martin's hooves caught Mister's rump leaving a small scratch, it wasn’t deep, I mean what weirdo would sharpened their hooves? Anywho. He was ready, come on, your going to make yourself dizzy. A small sigh escaped Mister's mouth, just to say that Martin was really beginning to act like a three year old. Oh look, no were beginnings to get some where, Martin was moving closer, and why did he think he was safe just circling? Yes believe it or not I could attack you when you’re doing that! But he decided not to, catching his breath for a second and shaking the sweat from his eyes M i s t e r watched the other dragon. I was now stained a dark colour then before, more like pure black and grey. Sweat dripped down his brawny form but he was not as tired as you would think, because despite how tall and muscular he was Mister was very fit. Yes he could run for hours on end if needs be.

Mister had snaked his nape around, ivories bared, taking a small step forward. Hopefully Martins rump would would be there so they would hit, what should be strange party move, would be much less, yes he would have a small bruise there now but not enough to make Mister wither with pain.

Now it was his try. heran at him, yes he was going to barge him. Mister's eyes stayed on Martins, try guessing what he’s going to do? Go on. . Falling backwards on to his hand legs Misters hooves had spun towards the others face,but wether they had hit or not he was an aware off. Mister did not give himself enough time to inspect the damage. If Martin had moved backward on of the hooves would of caught the back of his poll or his nape, if he had moved forward then it would hit caught his eyes of forehead.

He grinned fiercely,totally sure that he would win this battle.Mister was now panting heavily,as if he had been going through a race.He impatiently awaited Martins move.

[Weiry]

accepted. yes is is r o t t i n g s o a l. I wanted it spelled wrong. lol

[XxMiseryxX**~Titanic~]

lol