Post by -x- Interlude -x- on Sept 6, 2005 13:17:24 GMT -4
Name: Interlude
Path: Dark
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
Markings: None.
Color: Black
History: No comment.
Personality: mmm.....
Example Post:
Since we talked to her now...
The air felt stony...It encased the hunter’s worn bulk in a cold chamber. Low, chilling snorts shot though the air. Grabbing it ,and trying to make out what the scent was that lured him to thus position. Lowering the finely chiseled skull to the ground, ‘he massive demon finally gave up. Taking one more deep breath of air, ‘he hessian turned the lithe form towards, back...
there.
Quivering at the horrid though, though, he knew that hell hole...was home. Stunned as he turned on steel pedestals, there was no open field in witch he had came through. Only a mere stone wall stood before Interlude. Panicking, he called out a shrill, high pitched whinny to any other equine mass.
I never though I would admit this...but, I want my herd. Even If I am mistreated ,I know I will not ever be lonely.
His fear of being alone overwhelmed him. He gathered his quarters and dashed off, blindly in some other direction. Blunt hoofs hammering the rocky earth, flattening any form that dared to reach beneath them. The steady beat echoed in his towers set atop of his crania, pulling him into a sedative trance. Interlude’s now stretched appendages slowly collected to a lazy walk. Pools of ebony scanned his surroundings. Taking in the trees, and empty field. Sighing, he lifted his kissers once more into the air. Catching the scents. Wishing for a equine partner...
...come angels of the lord, come angels of the lord.
Path: Dark
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
Markings: None.
Color: Black
History: No comment.
Personality: mmm.....
Example Post:
Since we talked to her now...
The air felt stony...It encased the hunter’s worn bulk in a cold chamber. Low, chilling snorts shot though the air. Grabbing it ,and trying to make out what the scent was that lured him to thus position. Lowering the finely chiseled skull to the ground, ‘he massive demon finally gave up. Taking one more deep breath of air, ‘he hessian turned the lithe form towards, back...
there.
Quivering at the horrid though, though, he knew that hell hole...was home. Stunned as he turned on steel pedestals, there was no open field in witch he had came through. Only a mere stone wall stood before Interlude. Panicking, he called out a shrill, high pitched whinny to any other equine mass.
I never though I would admit this...but, I want my herd. Even If I am mistreated ,I know I will not ever be lonely.
His fear of being alone overwhelmed him. He gathered his quarters and dashed off, blindly in some other direction. Blunt hoofs hammering the rocky earth, flattening any form that dared to reach beneath them. The steady beat echoed in his towers set atop of his crania, pulling him into a sedative trance. Interlude’s now stretched appendages slowly collected to a lazy walk. Pools of ebony scanned his surroundings. Taking in the trees, and empty field. Sighing, he lifted his kissers once more into the air. Catching the scents. Wishing for a equine partner...
...come angels of the lord, come angels of the lord.
;D