Post by Padrone on Nov 27, 2005 14:45:55 GMT -4
Name: Padrone
Path: Dark
Breed: Arabian x draft
Age: 3
Gender: stallion
Markings: none
Color: black
History: He was born to a ban of exotic wenches, a matriarch. The fools belived a twist should be added tote usuall ways fo the hiearchy. Padrone is now of age, your master has come.
Personality: Straight foward adn crude. He is firey and does not beat around the bush. Rouge ignites a horrid rage.
Example Post: [this is a post of mine from df, i likeh this post.]
Foolish brutes
Make you levences now
Your graveling is not apprciated
Power thirsty mongrels
None wish for your unworthy presence
Did you not hear me?
MOVE OUT NOW!
Your stories hold no truth
For I have a story
One oh so new
Moulin my dam
I know you have heard her terrorizing words
She is the current steal
As I and my brother are left to mend the wounds of my father
You all are indeed a waste of flesh, a waste of a term, a waste of your poor dams time. Brutes, all foolish, all only thinking of two things. The wishes of power and one to rule over. Do you feel strong when you hear the crys of another, good, that is what I thought. Ways of hiearchy are dreadfully wrong, the allowence of steal, the allowence of claimage of hte does. As if we are a peice of meat for the taking, as if we are a part of the thanksgiving plater spread out for only you. No you bastards of night, we are not. I wish you would argue, I beckon forth your worthless words. For i am an open drain, your words holding no form runnign right thorugh. Unnoticed, un acothingyed for. So Annahassi, you try your luck with the rotten ones, the ones screwed up by nature. I wish you luck, for the only bastards I can stand are indeed my sire Kizu and sibling, Kumats. So do you feel your heart wrenched out of the socket, do you feel the urn to marre your own flesh to ease hte pain you cannot reach, for it is so deep inside, how is it even possible to feeli ts horrid pricks. Its surges of hate marking your bod, yet you try to find another to fill the gap. No, that is not how you do this. You do not run from the f**king bull, your snatch it up by the horns and face it head on. You wish to strangel the pregnant dog takign your mothers spot in reign? Then go ahead, im sure she is waiting. Trembeling as your strength grows, your foolish brutes multiplying as they gravel at your feet. So wench, have you heard my thoughts, heard my otions? No you havent, for you cannot. Mabey I wont help you, for a snob you may be. I do not accsept such banches, I do pray you are not one I must lacerate and send away from theese lands. You lying lifeless upon a stone of your hiding, as the hares of the tundra. Your elemets indeed a double sided sword, one side of hiding, one side of your slaughtering. So you now fidn your place as heir in utter jeprody of changing. Perhapse just a meir royal cousin, or not a royal at all. Your new step mother, the foolish very *friendly* person only wishes to have her own heir to the thrown. Havent you noticed? I have, the same is happening to me. Younger I am then you, but do you enjoy being the last one in the chain of royal? But last isnt always the worst, the most delicious hindquarters of the antelope they are. Usually undetected, you can slip right by.
The one of alabastar lacing dripped from the infanant shadow, the glare not one could describe plasterd to her facet. Pelt stood as needels, iron needels. As if a magnent hoverd above her, every thread stood stiff. Collums remained in turn, embers coiling around the coarse locks of the she. She saw the brutes, fools. She allowed her emotions to be seen, seen so perfcectly. Brail formed atop her trapt, anger was indeed shown, flexed formation telling all. Treck was made in a gruff tone, appex dipped foward. Auds remained laced foward, labriums curled. Brows collided, clenched togeather with the retraction of the lower snout. Wiskers extended outwards in an attentive fashion, the pose she struck one needing another outlet of description. Cord remained slung at the torsoe, dominance striked. She has seen the fools arrivals, as if they have no brain fulling the hollow domes. Of course not, it all remained hollow, they had no thorughs. A rampage she has enterd, so many waves to be made atop theese devil encrusted quarters. She moved foward, the crossing over dark and light made. She enterd the clear veiw, secrecy not a wish she strived for. A single snarl of disproval emerged from the clenched enamels of the she, canes snapping togeather only once as a slice was brought upon the air. So the wench providing such graveling spoke unoften, dear Else was oh so different. She spoke ehr mind, if you wish not to hear I suggest your ears remained cupped from now until her days are done. For she does not care of your pathetic feelings, your are nothign to her. Form rummaged past the brutes, glaces of utter hatred finding their form. She shoved past one, her path intersecting with the heirs. She cares not of her high role, she had one of her own. One she shant lose, no pregnant dog shall allow her place as hier to her iced tundra to be swiped form her grasp. For her grasp is spoked, the label engraved to her paddings. She stopped, labriums folding over once more. Strikign blue glare found that of the she's, no separation to take palce. Coral dapped snout took in the scents around, auds pinned foward.
Brutes leave now, none wish of your presence. A mockery you are, as if we do not know why you have come. Your sappy stories are not one to lisen to, we all have them. If we did not then what woudl be the reason of living, move out. You only wish for a role as dragga, leave. Your act has been soiled by your reaction of fear, another trait we know. Flee now, it would be a shame to be brought down befor one you dourt now wouldnt it.
Else did not look to the fools, attention remained upon Annahassi. Cord flickerd from side to side, the gruff rumbels flooding foward. As if the pullies upon a dam had been shatterd, the hurricane whipign them away. The lands remained infested with the stagnet flodo waters, verything goen to waste. Only few had helped, but many more had not evacuated. What feels like all was lost will indeed be restored, for we are the items lost. Yet to be restored by the help of others, but we reject them so. Fight against their helpign hands, snapping off the fingers one my one. When will we ever learn, perhapse never. Her horrid tones met its end, wise she was for her slim ageing. Now the speach for the essa was ready, ready for lift off. A count down will take place, houston we may have a problem. But dont you dare help me, dont you dare.
The boat you now sit in is one many have sat. I will not tell my tale, for it is one of current timing. All know of my lineage, if not it tells its tale upon my hide, hide holding her traits of many. But my question is this, do you wish for theese brutes power hungry presence? As your place in hiearchy is in dear jeprody, the incubator replacing your dear mothers place. The suituation is mirrord in the tundra od Illeana, my dam taken as a piece of meat. Moulin it is, that is all I sputter. My place is in danger as yours, btu do not reply on theese bastards. They wish to rule over the female race, belivign we have no brain to help us function. It is up to you, my words wish to be sputterd, but I shant preach to one unwilling. The question is, do you wish to hear of my plans that may indeed land you a spot above the fool of new ruling at hte side of the dragga, your father before her mate?
Her words stopped, pose unmoving. Auds flickerd in a sence of attentiveness, aware of the bastards behind her. Dare one make a false move? They will meat her wrath, her cunning skill. Does one find intrestin her, they better not. It would be such a shame to break a young ones heart, shatterd atop the loam. Glass it is not, for it wont pain her so to shatter. The glass not makign refuge benith her skin, no no. This is of cheap plaster their framing, unperfected. Unmanaged. Leave now brutes of the night, you are unwanted.
You have heard hte begining of my speach
But have your read my thoughts?
Thoughts with such dence meaning
I am no shallow pool
A pool theese brutes are
But a deep abbys of hidden mystery
None shall ever swin far enaugh to crack my code
Perhapse I do coem here for help
Pridefull I am, but not stupid
I cannot compleat my task alone
Pridefull I am not only
Cunning, swift
Pride shall not be my downfall
The spill or hate brushed rouge perhapse
Oh yes, sweet revenge.
Path: Dark
Breed: Arabian x draft
Age: 3
Gender: stallion
Markings: none
Color: black
History: He was born to a ban of exotic wenches, a matriarch. The fools belived a twist should be added tote usuall ways fo the hiearchy. Padrone is now of age, your master has come.
Personality: Straight foward adn crude. He is firey and does not beat around the bush. Rouge ignites a horrid rage.
Example Post: [this is a post of mine from df, i likeh this post.]
Foolish brutes
Make you levences now
Your graveling is not apprciated
Power thirsty mongrels
None wish for your unworthy presence
Did you not hear me?
MOVE OUT NOW!
Your stories hold no truth
For I have a story
One oh so new
Moulin my dam
I know you have heard her terrorizing words
She is the current steal
As I and my brother are left to mend the wounds of my father
You all are indeed a waste of flesh, a waste of a term, a waste of your poor dams time. Brutes, all foolish, all only thinking of two things. The wishes of power and one to rule over. Do you feel strong when you hear the crys of another, good, that is what I thought. Ways of hiearchy are dreadfully wrong, the allowence of steal, the allowence of claimage of hte does. As if we are a peice of meat for the taking, as if we are a part of the thanksgiving plater spread out for only you. No you bastards of night, we are not. I wish you would argue, I beckon forth your worthless words. For i am an open drain, your words holding no form runnign right thorugh. Unnoticed, un acothingyed for. So Annahassi, you try your luck with the rotten ones, the ones screwed up by nature. I wish you luck, for the only bastards I can stand are indeed my sire Kizu and sibling, Kumats. So do you feel your heart wrenched out of the socket, do you feel the urn to marre your own flesh to ease hte pain you cannot reach, for it is so deep inside, how is it even possible to feeli ts horrid pricks. Its surges of hate marking your bod, yet you try to find another to fill the gap. No, that is not how you do this. You do not run from the f**king bull, your snatch it up by the horns and face it head on. You wish to strangel the pregnant dog takign your mothers spot in reign? Then go ahead, im sure she is waiting. Trembeling as your strength grows, your foolish brutes multiplying as they gravel at your feet. So wench, have you heard my thoughts, heard my otions? No you havent, for you cannot. Mabey I wont help you, for a snob you may be. I do not accsept such banches, I do pray you are not one I must lacerate and send away from theese lands. You lying lifeless upon a stone of your hiding, as the hares of the tundra. Your elemets indeed a double sided sword, one side of hiding, one side of your slaughtering. So you now fidn your place as heir in utter jeprody of changing. Perhapse just a meir royal cousin, or not a royal at all. Your new step mother, the foolish very *friendly* person only wishes to have her own heir to the thrown. Havent you noticed? I have, the same is happening to me. Younger I am then you, but do you enjoy being the last one in the chain of royal? But last isnt always the worst, the most delicious hindquarters of the antelope they are. Usually undetected, you can slip right by.
The one of alabastar lacing dripped from the infanant shadow, the glare not one could describe plasterd to her facet. Pelt stood as needels, iron needels. As if a magnent hoverd above her, every thread stood stiff. Collums remained in turn, embers coiling around the coarse locks of the she. She saw the brutes, fools. She allowed her emotions to be seen, seen so perfcectly. Brail formed atop her trapt, anger was indeed shown, flexed formation telling all. Treck was made in a gruff tone, appex dipped foward. Auds remained laced foward, labriums curled. Brows collided, clenched togeather with the retraction of the lower snout. Wiskers extended outwards in an attentive fashion, the pose she struck one needing another outlet of description. Cord remained slung at the torsoe, dominance striked. She has seen the fools arrivals, as if they have no brain fulling the hollow domes. Of course not, it all remained hollow, they had no thorughs. A rampage she has enterd, so many waves to be made atop theese devil encrusted quarters. She moved foward, the crossing over dark and light made. She enterd the clear veiw, secrecy not a wish she strived for. A single snarl of disproval emerged from the clenched enamels of the she, canes snapping togeather only once as a slice was brought upon the air. So the wench providing such graveling spoke unoften, dear Else was oh so different. She spoke ehr mind, if you wish not to hear I suggest your ears remained cupped from now until her days are done. For she does not care of your pathetic feelings, your are nothign to her. Form rummaged past the brutes, glaces of utter hatred finding their form. She shoved past one, her path intersecting with the heirs. She cares not of her high role, she had one of her own. One she shant lose, no pregnant dog shall allow her place as hier to her iced tundra to be swiped form her grasp. For her grasp is spoked, the label engraved to her paddings. She stopped, labriums folding over once more. Strikign blue glare found that of the she's, no separation to take palce. Coral dapped snout took in the scents around, auds pinned foward.
Brutes leave now, none wish of your presence. A mockery you are, as if we do not know why you have come. Your sappy stories are not one to lisen to, we all have them. If we did not then what woudl be the reason of living, move out. You only wish for a role as dragga, leave. Your act has been soiled by your reaction of fear, another trait we know. Flee now, it would be a shame to be brought down befor one you dourt now wouldnt it.
Else did not look to the fools, attention remained upon Annahassi. Cord flickerd from side to side, the gruff rumbels flooding foward. As if the pullies upon a dam had been shatterd, the hurricane whipign them away. The lands remained infested with the stagnet flodo waters, verything goen to waste. Only few had helped, but many more had not evacuated. What feels like all was lost will indeed be restored, for we are the items lost. Yet to be restored by the help of others, but we reject them so. Fight against their helpign hands, snapping off the fingers one my one. When will we ever learn, perhapse never. Her horrid tones met its end, wise she was for her slim ageing. Now the speach for the essa was ready, ready for lift off. A count down will take place, houston we may have a problem. But dont you dare help me, dont you dare.
The boat you now sit in is one many have sat. I will not tell my tale, for it is one of current timing. All know of my lineage, if not it tells its tale upon my hide, hide holding her traits of many. But my question is this, do you wish for theese brutes power hungry presence? As your place in hiearchy is in dear jeprody, the incubator replacing your dear mothers place. The suituation is mirrord in the tundra od Illeana, my dam taken as a piece of meat. Moulin it is, that is all I sputter. My place is in danger as yours, btu do not reply on theese bastards. They wish to rule over the female race, belivign we have no brain to help us function. It is up to you, my words wish to be sputterd, but I shant preach to one unwilling. The question is, do you wish to hear of my plans that may indeed land you a spot above the fool of new ruling at hte side of the dragga, your father before her mate?
Her words stopped, pose unmoving. Auds flickerd in a sence of attentiveness, aware of the bastards behind her. Dare one make a false move? They will meat her wrath, her cunning skill. Does one find intrestin her, they better not. It would be such a shame to break a young ones heart, shatterd atop the loam. Glass it is not, for it wont pain her so to shatter. The glass not makign refuge benith her skin, no no. This is of cheap plaster their framing, unperfected. Unmanaged. Leave now brutes of the night, you are unwanted.
You have heard hte begining of my speach
But have your read my thoughts?
Thoughts with such dence meaning
I am no shallow pool
A pool theese brutes are
But a deep abbys of hidden mystery
None shall ever swin far enaugh to crack my code
Perhapse I do coem here for help
Pridefull I am, but not stupid
I cannot compleat my task alone
Pridefull I am not only
Cunning, swift
Pride shall not be my downfall
The spill or hate brushed rouge perhapse
Oh yes, sweet revenge.
