Post by Sirius on Nov 3, 2005 22:08:58 GMT -4
Name: Pandora
Path: Dark
Breed: arab cross
Age: 8
Gender: mare*
Markings: none
Color: grey/dapple
History: Hmm..many details, long story..
Personality: Dark, of course
Example Post:
All around, silence was deepening with the evening. The stillness was broken only by the distant cry of a red-tailed hawk glorying in the hunt, the lonely hallowing of a night owl, or the cracking furry of a pheasant as it broke cover and exploded into the gloom of the willow and birch trees. But every day sounds like these did not frighten such an experienced animal. The black hide of the stag's masculine rippled with not a chill, but eagerness as he strode, weaving through the large trunks that surrounded him with such grace, it seemed he had known the wood like the back of his crimson stained hoof. But truly, the mighty animal hadn’t known the place at all. It looked descent in the shallow lighting that now covered the earth like a Christmas blanket of snow, with sweeping valleys and high precipices that frowned upon the topography’s rough and icy surface.
Mountain peaks loomed in the far distance, past and behind a wood ness of thick brush and aspen trees. Only their bluish-gray tips could be seen from the elevation of the animal, but he could tell they were of elegant and powerful size without seeing the entire range. Perked, his towers listened to the faintest of sounds, nares quivering as two streams of vapor suddenly emerged from them and entered the still air. Patches of glittering white snow still loomed about the terrain, but a light trickle of river could be heard from the animal’s left. Tumbling slowly over many rocks, large and pebble-sized, the clear water shattered like glass throughout the rumbling stream. Few life forms swam through the brisk waters, for it’s chill was as cold as newly fallen snow in below-zero temperatures. Jumping across it’s frightening border, though, was the 'quine, continuing his journey. He was off to find land to call home, to rule, to find more equine, and the masculine creature was not about to stop.
Coming to halt in the sweeping land the stallion scenced something, and in the distance his black orbs saw a femmora of small features looming about, looking rather raged. A peculiar thought entered the brute's mind, and he decided not to approach the wench, for none usually welcomed him. Usually he did not care for feas..but some seemed different in all their ways. Nares quivering vapor streamed through them and dissapeared tardily in the cold morning air. Dewy stalks of emerald grass stood silent, weighted by the wet beads that hung from their tips. A piston shook the ground as the animal pounded his hoof among it's topography, a strange look placed upon his face as he gazed upon the new land instead of the many does about.
The stag's wicked and nefarious eyes leaped from one feature of the land to the next, his orbs dancing among it's slopes and precipices. His mind could not decide what he wanted, why was he here? What had he come for? Surely this evil place wanted nothing to do with him, or the equine in it. The thoughts reeled, and the stag found himself staring off blankly, bemused in his notations. A feeling of stupidity crossed his mind, and a low snort brought him from his daze to focus back on the feild that surrounded his slightly quivering body.
{hope thats ok if i change my stag to a mare??}
Path: Dark
Breed: arab cross
Age: 8
Gender: mare*
Markings: none
Color: grey/dapple
History: Hmm..many details, long story..
Personality: Dark, of course
Example Post:
All around, silence was deepening with the evening. The stillness was broken only by the distant cry of a red-tailed hawk glorying in the hunt, the lonely hallowing of a night owl, or the cracking furry of a pheasant as it broke cover and exploded into the gloom of the willow and birch trees. But every day sounds like these did not frighten such an experienced animal. The black hide of the stag's masculine rippled with not a chill, but eagerness as he strode, weaving through the large trunks that surrounded him with such grace, it seemed he had known the wood like the back of his crimson stained hoof. But truly, the mighty animal hadn’t known the place at all. It looked descent in the shallow lighting that now covered the earth like a Christmas blanket of snow, with sweeping valleys and high precipices that frowned upon the topography’s rough and icy surface.
Mountain peaks loomed in the far distance, past and behind a wood ness of thick brush and aspen trees. Only their bluish-gray tips could be seen from the elevation of the animal, but he could tell they were of elegant and powerful size without seeing the entire range. Perked, his towers listened to the faintest of sounds, nares quivering as two streams of vapor suddenly emerged from them and entered the still air. Patches of glittering white snow still loomed about the terrain, but a light trickle of river could be heard from the animal’s left. Tumbling slowly over many rocks, large and pebble-sized, the clear water shattered like glass throughout the rumbling stream. Few life forms swam through the brisk waters, for it’s chill was as cold as newly fallen snow in below-zero temperatures. Jumping across it’s frightening border, though, was the 'quine, continuing his journey. He was off to find land to call home, to rule, to find more equine, and the masculine creature was not about to stop.
Coming to halt in the sweeping land the stallion scenced something, and in the distance his black orbs saw a femmora of small features looming about, looking rather raged. A peculiar thought entered the brute's mind, and he decided not to approach the wench, for none usually welcomed him. Usually he did not care for feas..but some seemed different in all their ways. Nares quivering vapor streamed through them and dissapeared tardily in the cold morning air. Dewy stalks of emerald grass stood silent, weighted by the wet beads that hung from their tips. A piston shook the ground as the animal pounded his hoof among it's topography, a strange look placed upon his face as he gazed upon the new land instead of the many does about.
The stag's wicked and nefarious eyes leaped from one feature of the land to the next, his orbs dancing among it's slopes and precipices. His mind could not decide what he wanted, why was he here? What had he come for? Surely this evil place wanted nothing to do with him, or the equine in it. The thoughts reeled, and the stag found himself staring off blankly, bemused in his notations. A feeling of stupidity crossed his mind, and a low snort brought him from his daze to focus back on the feild that surrounded his slightly quivering body.
{hope thats ok if i change my stag to a mare??}
