Post by Weiry on Sept 17, 2005 15:24:31 GMT -4
Name: Wake
Path: Dark
Breed:Thoroughbred
Age: 5
Gender:brujo
Markings: none
Color: bloodbay
History: doesnt tell
Example Post:
Night. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness..in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink. You are alone, as distant eyes watch..wait your every move. Strange things loom in the blackness of night.. across the barren land of earth's loam, in the foggy skies of the black abyss. Pluems of grey move silently overhead, one would never know they were there, casting shadow's 'pon the ground's hard, cold surface. Whispers in the wind rustle the cracked leaves of fall that dangle lifelessly among the barren branches of trees. The breeze blows lowly over the earth, shaking the emerald stalks beneath one's feet, rippling the lake waters in some strange excitement. Like glass the lake shines, reflecting the moon's pale glow overhead, hidden by clouds that reveal secrets only when a strong wind rips throughout the skies. It is cool..like a morning of pale springs still cold to winter's chill. An un-covered area of no pine trees in the deep valley reveals many things in the black night..birds, beasts...
A soft footfall is heard throughout the lonely valley, its beat quickening with every stride. A dark form sweeps over the long thick grasses as it moves swiftly..endlessly..like the ticking of a clock it never stops. A quick breath is revealed in the night air, as the steam from the dark shape's nares forms to ice crystals once it hits the cold air. Ebony hairs fly in many directions as the looming shape draws near the edge of the valley where a loenly ridge awaits his company.
Skidding to a halt among the moist stalks beneath his daggers the 'quine lifts his front pillars as he screams to the black abyss above his dark crania. Peircing whinny is heard for miles.. roaming the lands as he once did. The trees seem to tremble as he does so, but it is only the ripe new wind spreading throughout the valley, shaking it's victims. The stag hoped to be accepted into the lands..or was he already? He knew not where he was, and hopefully the scream would explain what he wanted, for he was on a mission..and had no time to waste.
occ-blehh that sucked..sry no muse
Path: Dark
Breed:Thoroughbred
Age: 5
Gender:brujo
Markings: none
Color: bloodbay
History: doesnt tell
Example Post:
Night. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness..in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink. You are alone, as distant eyes watch..wait your every move. Strange things loom in the blackness of night.. across the barren land of earth's loam, in the foggy skies of the black abyss. Pluems of grey move silently overhead, one would never know they were there, casting shadow's 'pon the ground's hard, cold surface. Whispers in the wind rustle the cracked leaves of fall that dangle lifelessly among the barren branches of trees. The breeze blows lowly over the earth, shaking the emerald stalks beneath one's feet, rippling the lake waters in some strange excitement. Like glass the lake shines, reflecting the moon's pale glow overhead, hidden by clouds that reveal secrets only when a strong wind rips throughout the skies. It is cool..like a morning of pale springs still cold to winter's chill. An un-covered area of no pine trees in the deep valley reveals many things in the black night..birds, beasts...
A soft footfall is heard throughout the lonely valley, its beat quickening with every stride. A dark form sweeps over the long thick grasses as it moves swiftly..endlessly..like the ticking of a clock it never stops. A quick breath is revealed in the night air, as the steam from the dark shape's nares forms to ice crystals once it hits the cold air. Ebony hairs fly in many directions as the looming shape draws near the edge of the valley where a loenly ridge awaits his company.
Skidding to a halt among the moist stalks beneath his daggers the 'quine lifts his front pillars as he screams to the black abyss above his dark crania. Peircing whinny is heard for miles.. roaming the lands as he once did. The trees seem to tremble as he does so, but it is only the ripe new wind spreading throughout the valley, shaking it's victims. The stag hoped to be accepted into the lands..or was he already? He knew not where he was, and hopefully the scream would explain what he wanted, for he was on a mission..and had no time to waste.
occ-blehh that sucked..sry no muse
Wonderful job 
Maybe you can take over the last dark terra? *begs* 
