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Post by Wicked Game on Dec 14, 2005 21:27:01 GMT -4
Name: Wicked Game Path: Dark Breed: Mustang Age: 4 Gender: Mare Markings: blaze Color: black History: unknown....the past is the past to her Personality: Wicked Game is a pure dark mare. Demons run through her veins. She has yet to find her lord, but when she does and loves him, she will remain faithful. She is not easy to achieve as a mare, her trust was once broken with a stallion, and she has yet to regain it back. Her name fits her well. Example Post:
The essa's frame stalked amongst the shadows, her black pelt stained with crimson drops. Her nares flared as she stalked into this new terrain, her nape arched as she proudly walked. Her daggers ripping the soft terra. From her vocals emitted a demonic scream that ripped through the terra. Her harks twisted 'pon her cranium, trying to catch a reply. Her crazy occuli danced with demons as the demoness's cranium was tossed back and forth by her strong nape. She cursed softly to herself as she slowly raised her dial.
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Post by Ebra on Dec 14, 2005 22:41:07 GMT -4
Declined.Your post needs to be much more longer, if you don't mind, I can give you a tip. For more lengthy posts you can descride the scenery around (make anything up and put your character's thoughts or plans, etc. It makes a big difference.
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Post by Wicked Game on Dec 15, 2005 13:17:16 GMT -4
occ]]ok i will....i wasn't sure if you wanted them lengthy or not....i'm in study hall right now soo i will post a longer one when i get home.
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Post by Wicked Game on Dec 15, 2005 13:45:19 GMT -4
The essa dubbed Wicked Game slinked from the dark, misty shadows. Her chains hung low and beat on her nape. Her daggers ripped at the unworthy topography as she made her path forward into this new, strange land. She lowered her dial quickly, her emeralds ripped at a nearby stalk of straw. A low curse emitted from her vocals. The vix then raised her dial, slowly. Her harks melting to her cranium as her nares flared at a new scent. She had known this scent for many years, it haunted her. Her occuli crazed with demons glowed as she tossed her dial 'round. A high scream emitted from her diagram as her frame shook. She turned her barrel and slinked into a shadow of a great pine. Her pelt was deemed black, yet the crimson drops stained her. Her whiplash murdered the maggots that dare touch 'pon her bodice. Smirk was revealed across her maw, this was the game that this wicked mare played.
She dropped her dial onto the terra, her nares flared as she hunted for a crimson pool. Once found, she slurped greedily at the blood. Orbs watching the landscape for an intruder. A stale breeze flowed through the forest, the tree's fingers scraping at her. She arched her nape, bringing her dial away from her treasure. Her harks twisted as a screech could be heard throughout the forest. She let out a disgusted chuckle as she once again scanned the land. Her nares had before caught a dark lord. She had once been abused by a stallion, the thought protruding into her mind, a scream of hatred emitted from her depth. It would take a great stallion to win her over, but once the lord did, her soul was his, and if so, she would remain loyal. She sneared at the stupid though and once again made her way prodding through the forest, her daggers ripping the terra. The essa emitted a wicked melody, straight from her demonic soul, to be heard by the darklings. Harks twisting for an answer.
((its over 300 words...but it seems a little choppy. sorry))
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Post by Ebra on Dec 15, 2005 23:05:51 GMT -4
Much better, and thank you Accepted.
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