Post by shadowdancer on Aug 4, 2005 6:23:33 GMT -4
Name: Shadowdancer
Path: Dark
Breed: Andalusian
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
Color: Flea bitten grey
History: She came form a light, royal family and when it was her turn for the throne, her family could not accept her dark ways so she killed them all and came here.
Personality: Classic dark mare, enjoyes painful pleasure and sometimes kills herfoals just to hear them scream.
Example Post:
The femme’s bodice quivered as her sleek silver crown bobbed upon her boa. She glides across loam, ever aware of her encompassment. Her twin pools of lucid scanned the lithosphere for any signs of other equines. Observing nothing; she became vexed and as her kisser parted a high-pitched scream descended upon the foliage. Her pistons flashed into action as her lithe form sprang into motion. She stopped as the blue yonder grew onyx and the foliage became aware of a strengthening squall. Her whipcord held high, as her Arabian bloodline should suppose, she collapsed upon the sod. Then, rain. Thank the lord. Thought she as the overpowering wetness engulfed her and washed away the crimson red blood that was oozing out of her wounds. She had come to this topography seeking peace and salvation but is that what she had gotten? No, she had been ambushed and now, she was going to die. The lithosphere was changing before her optical, strange sounds were received by her twin zeniths. Like screaming, so loud, so hating. Then she realised that it was her who was screaming. Screaming in pain as she died a horrible and slow death. She fell upon her chassis and let out one final scream of pain, then, her slender figure fell limp upon the quagmire. She was dead; at last the demon goddess was dead.
Path: Dark
Breed: Andalusian
Age: 5
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
Color: Flea bitten grey
History: She came form a light, royal family and when it was her turn for the throne, her family could not accept her dark ways so she killed them all and came here.
Personality: Classic dark mare, enjoyes painful pleasure and sometimes kills herfoals just to hear them scream.
Example Post:
The femme’s bodice quivered as her sleek silver crown bobbed upon her boa. She glides across loam, ever aware of her encompassment. Her twin pools of lucid scanned the lithosphere for any signs of other equines. Observing nothing; she became vexed and as her kisser parted a high-pitched scream descended upon the foliage. Her pistons flashed into action as her lithe form sprang into motion. She stopped as the blue yonder grew onyx and the foliage became aware of a strengthening squall. Her whipcord held high, as her Arabian bloodline should suppose, she collapsed upon the sod. Then, rain. Thank the lord. Thought she as the overpowering wetness engulfed her and washed away the crimson red blood that was oozing out of her wounds. She had come to this topography seeking peace and salvation but is that what she had gotten? No, she had been ambushed and now, she was going to die. The lithosphere was changing before her optical, strange sounds were received by her twin zeniths. Like screaming, so loud, so hating. Then she realised that it was her who was screaming. Screaming in pain as she died a horrible and slow death. She fell upon her chassis and let out one final scream of pain, then, her slender figure fell limp upon the quagmire. She was dead; at last the demon goddess was dead.
