Post by Newcromancer on Feb 1, 2006 22:34:20 GMT -4
Name: Newcromancer
Path: Dark (duh)
Breed: thoroughbred/draft cross
Age: 7
Gender: stag
Markings: star, (refer to pic)
Color: bloodbay
History: ah, wouldn't you like to know.
Personality: ye shall soon find out.
Example Post:
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Do not fret m'love, for I will never leave your chasm.. let it be after fire and death before my soul escapes your heart, poisoned with lustfull greed. let my words fill your bosom as you return my gaze, let me never go as I hold your penetrating heart within mine own..
the words, they stung, ringing like chimes, but scraped his soul like fingernails upon a blackboard.. like fork against knife. dome quivered with spasms of hate, and love, for those he had left behind in bitter uselssness. those lyrics he had spoken, seeming only to darkness now. ah, how lost that mare was. her soul, stolen by him long ago. locked inside him with the overwhelming pain of guilt. he had captured her, yes, and in doing so.. alas, we need not hear these screams of terror. dicing through his viens and cutting like a serrated knife, the terroizing prooved on. her heart, still kept within him, angered with frustration. why had he left her? ah, useless stories of the fading lost.
his ebony cords whipped against bare hocks as his mass glided o'er fresh stalks of huen grasses and weeds. daggers barely skimmed the rim of each tip, careless though precise. why had he escaped? not even the devil himself had known. through fire and water his core had managed, of course he could continue. crest arched as his mass heaved across the plains, his towers laced to his poll. this was no time for fun and games, this was a mission. a quest. this was the age of horror, of death. like th stories you were told as a young colt.. the ones that really mattered. when everything had gone wrong, and everything was ruined. so horrible and frightening, you did not want to be told the end.. for how could the end be good, when so much bad had happened? this was real, now. the stories that amany parental equine had told, came true. like omens they spread across the lands, creating death and destruction. why did we not want to hear the end? ah, but the end was the best part. soon to come it would reveal the domination of equine..the shadowed ones coming to power. only could this be a happy ending.
his frame ready, domocile yet yearning for the chance to go. to get his chance. why not spread his glory, his pain to others? oh this would only be the beginning! d**n all the ones who cared not to follow. bastard of a stag, his thoughts boiled with certainty. but let us not think too far ahead.. for we might get overwhelmed. though the plot was forming, its full strength gathering into his rotting core. this would not only be the end, but a true beginning.. a beginning of leadership. oh no. containing his emotions would be hard, yes. keeping the stallion way of old to himself for a while, holding back until the time was right. as the plot grew, so would his ambitions. keep calm, stag, keep calm..ye shall get your chance..
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[Ooc: ugh..not my best. saving my muse, that is
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[/color][/size][/center]Path: Dark (duh)
Breed: thoroughbred/draft cross
Age: 7
Gender: stag
Markings: star, (refer to pic)
Color: bloodbay
History: ah, wouldn't you like to know.
Personality: ye shall soon find out.
Example Post:
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Do not fret m'love, for I will never leave your chasm.. let it be after fire and death before my soul escapes your heart, poisoned with lustfull greed. let my words fill your bosom as you return my gaze, let me never go as I hold your penetrating heart within mine own..
the words, they stung, ringing like chimes, but scraped his soul like fingernails upon a blackboard.. like fork against knife. dome quivered with spasms of hate, and love, for those he had left behind in bitter uselssness. those lyrics he had spoken, seeming only to darkness now. ah, how lost that mare was. her soul, stolen by him long ago. locked inside him with the overwhelming pain of guilt. he had captured her, yes, and in doing so.. alas, we need not hear these screams of terror. dicing through his viens and cutting like a serrated knife, the terroizing prooved on. her heart, still kept within him, angered with frustration. why had he left her? ah, useless stories of the fading lost.
his ebony cords whipped against bare hocks as his mass glided o'er fresh stalks of huen grasses and weeds. daggers barely skimmed the rim of each tip, careless though precise. why had he escaped? not even the devil himself had known. through fire and water his core had managed, of course he could continue. crest arched as his mass heaved across the plains, his towers laced to his poll. this was no time for fun and games, this was a mission. a quest. this was the age of horror, of death. like th stories you were told as a young colt.. the ones that really mattered. when everything had gone wrong, and everything was ruined. so horrible and frightening, you did not want to be told the end.. for how could the end be good, when so much bad had happened? this was real, now. the stories that amany parental equine had told, came true. like omens they spread across the lands, creating death and destruction. why did we not want to hear the end? ah, but the end was the best part. soon to come it would reveal the domination of equine..the shadowed ones coming to power. only could this be a happy ending.
his frame ready, domocile yet yearning for the chance to go. to get his chance. why not spread his glory, his pain to others? oh this would only be the beginning! d**n all the ones who cared not to follow. bastard of a stag, his thoughts boiled with certainty. but let us not think too far ahead.. for we might get overwhelmed. though the plot was forming, its full strength gathering into his rotting core. this would not only be the end, but a true beginning.. a beginning of leadership. oh no. containing his emotions would be hard, yes. keeping the stallion way of old to himself for a while, holding back until the time was right. as the plot grew, so would his ambitions. keep calm, stag, keep calm..ye shall get your chance..
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[Ooc: ugh..not my best. saving my muse, that is
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