Post by |{Roxation}| on Jul 30, 2005 16:37:33 GMT -4
Dubbed as: Roxation
Called as: Roxy
Blesses: Heavens
Purity: Rocky Mountain
Has been:: 4 ::years since arrival
Loved as: Dove
Seen with: Dapples
Highlighted: chocolate pelt, flaxen lace and cascade
How came to be: Not much is known of the gentel soul of Roxation.
Known to: She is so gentle, so pure, all who knows her becomes blessed. She is a true angel from the heavens. She would make a fine mum, for she loves all who grace this earth with life.
Sense her touch: Her silent pats tipping across the dusted land. A long, graceful stem reached out, pulling at the nearby growths. Her pure white pearls shined with brilliance, coat gleamed in the sun. Her long stilts continuing in a never ending rythem. Pitter patter pitter patter on and on. Her trove moving quick, steady, at a gait none could reach, unless they, too, were gaited as she. Kissers parted, a sweet, harmoniouse tune filtered through the air, reaching into the listeners of others like her. Come to me... She called. Her song so pure, so sweet, none could resist. Her beauty stunning. Her essance of life blessing all who touched her. This angel, this goddess. Her heart filled with love so pure, so warm, she shared it with anyone who approached her...
Called as: Roxy
Blesses: Heavens
Purity: Rocky Mountain
Has been:: 4 ::years since arrival
Loved as: Dove
Seen with: Dapples
Highlighted: chocolate pelt, flaxen lace and cascade
How came to be: Not much is known of the gentel soul of Roxation.
Known to: She is so gentle, so pure, all who knows her becomes blessed. She is a true angel from the heavens. She would make a fine mum, for she loves all who grace this earth with life.
Sense her touch: Her silent pats tipping across the dusted land. A long, graceful stem reached out, pulling at the nearby growths. Her pure white pearls shined with brilliance, coat gleamed in the sun. Her long stilts continuing in a never ending rythem. Pitter patter pitter patter on and on. Her trove moving quick, steady, at a gait none could reach, unless they, too, were gaited as she. Kissers parted, a sweet, harmoniouse tune filtered through the air, reaching into the listeners of others like her. Come to me... She called. Her song so pure, so sweet, none could resist. Her beauty stunning. Her essance of life blessing all who touched her. This angel, this goddess. Her heart filled with love so pure, so warm, she shared it with anyone who approached her...
Roxation
