Post by Temptation on Nov 23, 2005 12:08:36 GMT -4
Name:Dazz
Path: Dark (duh)
Breed:Thoroughbred
Age:3
Gender:Femm
Markings:none
Color:Russet
History: I know some people want their past a secret
Personality:she has a lust for that perfect kill a lust for the blood shed,the lust to be killer tho not for fun for everything.
[example post]
Petite form appeared over a dim sundown,moving fast.Atmosphere was thick with death indeed,her scent also had the same smeel to it,had she been out on a hunt?maybe so.Stalking almost,she was sneaky and careless wards all.She had that lust for the perfect kill that lust to decimate those lights her dam had joined,she had abhorrence for them all.She was young but no,she wasnt stupid.Combative she was to those whom pushed way to far,she would and could take down anything that got in her path.The news had come her dam had died,tho the feeling within wasnt anger it was ecstatic,her dam had left her with none to feed her,she left her lone in the dark world with hessian always trying to toy with a young femme.Russet hyde had some trace of crimson liquid from those descraceful hessian whom did try and get there fun with her,those unlucky hessians,they never knew she had the heart to kill ta such a age.Speres ran over and over the land searching for one to kill or possibly make a combative treat with.Threads twisted at her serpentine ,her pace grew faster.Pendulum bannered hind her.Labrums parted emitting a death defying scream,thorns laced back not listening for a call back, for her call wasnt to reach anothers it was a warning to all.Blades sliced the quagmire,pearls slightly bared.Velveteen had dried crimson liquid pon it,hard to see but easy to imagine her perfect kill of those foolish hessians.Cerebrum was held low as if snaking something.It was her turn to hurt others and not be hurt herself,it was her turn to let lose her lust for the pefect kill.
I hold it inside
awaiting the time
to let it lose
you have to chose
is it time yet
to let you die yet
i wont be long
the lure be strong
i cant hold on
it cant go on
the death,
the stress
it be me
Path: Dark (duh)
Breed:Thoroughbred
Age:3
Gender:Femm
Markings:none
Color:Russet
History: I know some people want their past a secret
Personality:she has a lust for that perfect kill a lust for the blood shed,the lust to be killer tho not for fun for everything.
[example post]
Petite form appeared over a dim sundown,moving fast.Atmosphere was thick with death indeed,her scent also had the same smeel to it,had she been out on a hunt?maybe so.Stalking almost,she was sneaky and careless wards all.She had that lust for the perfect kill that lust to decimate those lights her dam had joined,she had abhorrence for them all.She was young but no,she wasnt stupid.Combative she was to those whom pushed way to far,she would and could take down anything that got in her path.The news had come her dam had died,tho the feeling within wasnt anger it was ecstatic,her dam had left her with none to feed her,she left her lone in the dark world with hessian always trying to toy with a young femme.Russet hyde had some trace of crimson liquid from those descraceful hessian whom did try and get there fun with her,those unlucky hessians,they never knew she had the heart to kill ta such a age.Speres ran over and over the land searching for one to kill or possibly make a combative treat with.Threads twisted at her serpentine ,her pace grew faster.Pendulum bannered hind her.Labrums parted emitting a death defying scream,thorns laced back not listening for a call back, for her call wasnt to reach anothers it was a warning to all.Blades sliced the quagmire,pearls slightly bared.Velveteen had dried crimson liquid pon it,hard to see but easy to imagine her perfect kill of those foolish hessians.Cerebrum was held low as if snaking something.It was her turn to hurt others and not be hurt herself,it was her turn to let lose her lust for the pefect kill.
I hold it inside
awaiting the time
to let it lose
you have to chose
is it time yet
to let you die yet
i wont be long
the lure be strong
i cant hold on
it cant go on
the death,
the stress
it be me
