Post by Sinister Shadow on Aug 7, 2005 22:28:37 GMT -4
Name: Sinister Shadow, AKA Sinister or Sin
Path: Dark (duh)
Breed: Frieshian
Age: four
Gender: femme
Markings: pure black with tan hooves
Color: pure black
History: Sinister was a pure dark bred into a light herd. Her parents sent her away after she killed one of the younger herd members. Sinister, though banished, proudly strode out of their terra, snapping at all the equines in that herd. She has now come her to be accepted into the Cursed Herd.
Personality: Sinister is a wicked mare with the attitude to match. She will nip anyone who even looks at her cross-eyed, as well as even speaks a sirty word to her. Her lusturous black pelt and long, wavy black mane make her one of the flirtatious nature, and she flirts with stallions who are foolish although she turns her back on them. Sinister will not pick a fight but if she is forced to fight she will fight, to the death, in which she usually wins.
Example Post:
Large tan flints pulled the black mare into the forest clearing. Scolding chocolate brown eyes looked around and spotted a creek with clear water and as she walked over, her lusturious mane shining, she felt the presence of another equine in her midst.
A stallion. Pfft. Sinister flicked her tassel, whipping away the flies that annoyed her as she lowered her ebon crest to the creek. Lips opened and let in the delicious water, as the stallion trotted closer. He nudged her and began to drink with-out asking if he could. Sinister's nares flared and she lashed out, leaving a deep gash upon the stallion's shoulder. She reared, bringing down her flints in a deadly fashion, striking the stallion's shoulder again. A blow was landed to the stallion's boa, and she lashed out again, leaving an even deeper gash at his boa. Rearing once more, she landed upon her frontal flints with a lound 'thud'. She gave a shrill, angry neigh and with that, her head and tassel held high, she galloped like a show horse out of the clearing where the stallion lay bleeding, a please smirk upon her beautiful ebon kisser. Auds were perked as she listened for more stallions, hoping for another fight, for the other stallion had just went down - she didn't like that. She liked a challenge. Sinister's large flints made silent clops upon the soil as she slowed to a trot, her show horse like gait remaining. She neighed again, but this time it was less shrill, less angry - but still full of and eery evilness. It sounded as though she was laughing. The femme jumped over an upcoming log with grace, skidding to a stop as she threw back her crest and whinnied. She reared again, pillars cutting the air.
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Path: Dark (duh)
Breed: Frieshian
Age: four
Gender: femme
Markings: pure black with tan hooves
Color: pure black
History: Sinister was a pure dark bred into a light herd. Her parents sent her away after she killed one of the younger herd members. Sinister, though banished, proudly strode out of their terra, snapping at all the equines in that herd. She has now come her to be accepted into the Cursed Herd.
Personality: Sinister is a wicked mare with the attitude to match. She will nip anyone who even looks at her cross-eyed, as well as even speaks a sirty word to her. Her lusturous black pelt and long, wavy black mane make her one of the flirtatious nature, and she flirts with stallions who are foolish although she turns her back on them. Sinister will not pick a fight but if she is forced to fight she will fight, to the death, in which she usually wins.
Example Post:
Large tan flints pulled the black mare into the forest clearing. Scolding chocolate brown eyes looked around and spotted a creek with clear water and as she walked over, her lusturious mane shining, she felt the presence of another equine in her midst.
A stallion. Pfft. Sinister flicked her tassel, whipping away the flies that annoyed her as she lowered her ebon crest to the creek. Lips opened and let in the delicious water, as the stallion trotted closer. He nudged her and began to drink with-out asking if he could. Sinister's nares flared and she lashed out, leaving a deep gash upon the stallion's shoulder. She reared, bringing down her flints in a deadly fashion, striking the stallion's shoulder again. A blow was landed to the stallion's boa, and she lashed out again, leaving an even deeper gash at his boa. Rearing once more, she landed upon her frontal flints with a lound 'thud'. She gave a shrill, angry neigh and with that, her head and tassel held high, she galloped like a show horse out of the clearing where the stallion lay bleeding, a please smirk upon her beautiful ebon kisser. Auds were perked as she listened for more stallions, hoping for another fight, for the other stallion had just went down - she didn't like that. She liked a challenge. Sinister's large flints made silent clops upon the soil as she slowed to a trot, her show horse like gait remaining. She neighed again, but this time it was less shrill, less angry - but still full of and eery evilness. It sounded as though she was laughing. The femme jumped over an upcoming log with grace, skidding to a stop as she threw back her crest and whinnied. She reared again, pillars cutting the air.
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