Post by sonnyjoe on Oct 21, 2005 16:24:28 GMT -4
Name:Poisonous Affections (Affecta)
Path: Dark
Breed: Paso Fino
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
Color: White
History: I came from the earth, and wormed my way through thine portal to these lands. The vengeance in my heart bares no significance, I am just a spiteful one. I hide nothing, my life is not hysterically tattered. I am nothing special, do not view me as your angel...
Personality: I am a spiteful, teasing wretch. My heard is open for caring, but I may falter under ones attentions, and resort to my terror of a nature. Let your guard not fall, as you learn my nature...
Example Post: I watched as the winds toyed with my tendrils, trying to tangle within them, but it was futile. I could see the defeat in all that met my orbs, and I reveled in it. I swept my gaze over the lands, taking in the sights. It was desolate, beautifully so. Opening my kissers I cackled, my voice like crunching gravel, syrupy sweet, with a deadliness that lay transfixed beneath its mesmer. Nickering softly I perked my auds, straining to hear a sound of another. I missed the the way anothers fixation on me hidden heart gave me such joy. I could manipulate the heart to do great things... I could take down an empire with my spells of sweetness that tore through the hearts of its leaders. Maybe that is what I would do here, maybe that is what needs to be....
Path: Dark
Breed: Paso Fino
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Markings: None
Color: White
History: I came from the earth, and wormed my way through thine portal to these lands. The vengeance in my heart bares no significance, I am just a spiteful one. I hide nothing, my life is not hysterically tattered. I am nothing special, do not view me as your angel...
Personality: I am a spiteful, teasing wretch. My heard is open for caring, but I may falter under ones attentions, and resort to my terror of a nature. Let your guard not fall, as you learn my nature...
Example Post: I watched as the winds toyed with my tendrils, trying to tangle within them, but it was futile. I could see the defeat in all that met my orbs, and I reveled in it. I swept my gaze over the lands, taking in the sights. It was desolate, beautifully so. Opening my kissers I cackled, my voice like crunching gravel, syrupy sweet, with a deadliness that lay transfixed beneath its mesmer. Nickering softly I perked my auds, straining to hear a sound of another. I missed the the way anothers fixation on me hidden heart gave me such joy. I could manipulate the heart to do great things... I could take down an empire with my spells of sweetness that tore through the hearts of its leaders. Maybe that is what I would do here, maybe that is what needs to be....
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