Post by Riika on Dec 11, 2005 13:16:19 GMT -4
Name: Adham Badr
Path: Dark
Breed: Friesian
Age: 7
Gender: Stag
Markings: None
Color: Dark
History: Nothing to be told of...
Personality: Cold, witty, quiet, and a loner.
Example Post: The stag's left pillar had a painful limp, and the underside of his plates were scortched from the heat. His dial hung low, and his nape sagged. The only thing that showed he had any royal rutes at all-was his banner, which was flowing through the air, as a war flag. The stag's muscles stung, and his eyes were growing dim. Yet, the only thing that kept him going, seemed to be to dire instinct of survival that was burrowing itself into his mind- pushing him forward. The dirt flew from past his daggers, flying up into his mane like mighty wings that would lift him from the ground. And to think, he was once a god. Finally, his nose found it- his mouth told him it was not fake. The shallow pool was tainted with man's touch, strange pollutants of which he didn't know of. Slowly, he frididly slunk into the pool. The chill liquid stung his muscles, as he slowly sunk to the bottom. It seems what the demons say is true: Life prides with royalty, but death will take you, no matter who you are.
