Post by Camouflage on Mar 21, 2006 16:39:13 GMT -4
::Name::
I have been cursed by the devil Prisoner
::Path::
I have followed the darkest path possible
::Breed::
I am of Fresian blood with a slight mixture of Gypsy Vanner
::Age::
I have survived five long cold winters
Gender::
Masculine I an and Masculine I will be
::Markings::
My thunderbolt hidden by my fore- lock shands out from the rest of my ebony pelt
::Color::
My ebony pelt is dark but my not be as dark as my heart
::History::
I was younger of two colts and my father wished the oldest to be band leader. I challenged him almost killing my brother but my father stopped me and disregarded my strenght, I left to show the world my strength.
::Personality::
I hide from no brute and all the muscled througtout my bodice are strong. Camouflage is one of my specialties and mares dispise my rotten ways. Only the one I love will see my lighter side.
::Example Post::
Prisoner advanced with ease through the barron forest. As every plume flew behind his powerfull serpentine and haunches. The brutes cannons pounded the earth leaving a tale of his past and showing his unwritten future. He raised and shook his dial high in the air and let a slight whinny part his velveteens. His onyx canvas blending in perfectly with the surrounding darkness as night creeped into the shadows and slinked into the last light of day. Every step brought him further and further away from his trator and onto the new unbra which would be his abode. He was deciding weither he would try to find a seraph to live by his side.
[/color] I have been cursed by the devil Prisoner
::Path::
I have followed the darkest path possible
::Breed::
I am of Fresian blood with a slight mixture of Gypsy Vanner
::Age::
I have survived five long cold winters
Gender::
Masculine I an and Masculine I will be
::Markings::
My thunderbolt hidden by my fore- lock shands out from the rest of my ebony pelt
::Color::
My ebony pelt is dark but my not be as dark as my heart
::History::
I was younger of two colts and my father wished the oldest to be band leader. I challenged him almost killing my brother but my father stopped me and disregarded my strenght, I left to show the world my strength.
::Personality::
I hide from no brute and all the muscled througtout my bodice are strong. Camouflage is one of my specialties and mares dispise my rotten ways. Only the one I love will see my lighter side.
::Example Post::
Prisoner advanced with ease through the barron forest. As every plume flew behind his powerfull serpentine and haunches. The brutes cannons pounded the earth leaving a tale of his past and showing his unwritten future. He raised and shook his dial high in the air and let a slight whinny part his velveteens. His onyx canvas blending in perfectly with the surrounding darkness as night creeped into the shadows and slinked into the last light of day. Every step brought him further and further away from his trator and onto the new unbra which would be his abode. He was deciding weither he would try to find a seraph to live by his side.