Post by Skull Slayer on Oct 30, 2005 9:51:33 GMT -4
Name: Skull Slayer
Alliance: Dark
Age: 6 Years
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Appaloosa
Description: His neck,mane and banner is pure black.The rest is dark bay,expevt for his hind quarters,which is white with brown/black blotches.He stands tall,about 17 HH,and is extremely muscular.
Personality: Cruel,self centered,only accepts the best.He thinks that mares were only created for himself,breeding,and to obey his orders.Very ignorant at times,letting his rank go to his head...
History: N/A
Sample Post:
Death comes closest...
[glow=red,2,300]Never has a stallion been truly presented as the Cursed Lord,for there was always someone darker,more devilish then the next.Always.His mother was a taste of dark,his father made of pure blood and hatred,often releasing his rage on the weaker Lights and Neutrals that dared to cross his path.Skull Slayer inherited his devilish behavior from his father,including his ignorance and impatience.Cursed Lord? Blood-Born King? No,of course not.Just a deathward soul,ever lurking,ever watching,ever planning...
Dark bay appaloosa bastard pinned his audits back at the echoing call that dared to pass him by.A bytch,he could tell,by the mere and lifeless feminine touch that surrounded the call.Nares,damp from blood of a Light,flared wildly at the unique scent that caressed throughout the wind.He loved that essence - The essence of deepened blood mixed with mare's scent and touched with a dash of hatred and rejection.
Onyx stained optics glared harshly at the ivory hued mare lurking within the fog of the land,eying her curiously.It was,truly,his instinct to scream out a cry of claimance,to protect the mare from other stags and call her his own.But no,he waited,swiftly trotting into the mare's direction,intense muscles rippling with each stride.Approaching...Closer,closer...He could almost feel her warmth near him,surrounding him...Ivories gritted lightly as he inched his way to her,crania held high enough to prove his authority,but low enough to protect his precious neck in case she was to throw a tantrum and attack.[/glow]
[shadow=red,left,300]You called,wrench?[/shadow]
When you ask for it...
( Eh I'm starting to suck at RPing,school is draining all of my energy and thought )
Alliance: Dark
Age: 6 Years
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Appaloosa
Description: His neck,mane and banner is pure black.The rest is dark bay,expevt for his hind quarters,which is white with brown/black blotches.He stands tall,about 17 HH,and is extremely muscular.
Personality: Cruel,self centered,only accepts the best.He thinks that mares were only created for himself,breeding,and to obey his orders.Very ignorant at times,letting his rank go to his head...
History: N/A
Sample Post:
Death comes closest...
[glow=red,2,300]Never has a stallion been truly presented as the Cursed Lord,for there was always someone darker,more devilish then the next.Always.His mother was a taste of dark,his father made of pure blood and hatred,often releasing his rage on the weaker Lights and Neutrals that dared to cross his path.Skull Slayer inherited his devilish behavior from his father,including his ignorance and impatience.Cursed Lord? Blood-Born King? No,of course not.Just a deathward soul,ever lurking,ever watching,ever planning...
Dark bay appaloosa bastard pinned his audits back at the echoing call that dared to pass him by.A bytch,he could tell,by the mere and lifeless feminine touch that surrounded the call.Nares,damp from blood of a Light,flared wildly at the unique scent that caressed throughout the wind.He loved that essence - The essence of deepened blood mixed with mare's scent and touched with a dash of hatred and rejection.
Onyx stained optics glared harshly at the ivory hued mare lurking within the fog of the land,eying her curiously.It was,truly,his instinct to scream out a cry of claimance,to protect the mare from other stags and call her his own.But no,he waited,swiftly trotting into the mare's direction,intense muscles rippling with each stride.Approaching...Closer,closer...He could almost feel her warmth near him,surrounding him...Ivories gritted lightly as he inched his way to her,crania held high enough to prove his authority,but low enough to protect his precious neck in case she was to throw a tantrum and attack.[/glow]
[shadow=red,left,300]You called,wrench?[/shadow]
When you ask for it...
( Eh I'm starting to suck at RPing,school is draining all of my energy and thought )
