Post by ...Mørbîd Ðe§îre§... on Oct 22, 2005 20:31:34 GMT -4
Call Me~ Morbid Desires (Morba)
Race Me~ Gypsy Vanner
Age Me~ 4 winters
Claim me~ Brute
Stamp Me~ Undecided
Color Me~ Black
I walked into the open, the stormy skies alighting upon my battered frame. The scars of the past was a constant vision, as they criss-crossed along my sides. I prided myself on being quickwitted and swarthy, a tongue like a viper with a fetish for sting. Yet I did not pride myself on my temper, so keen was it to implode upon another. The thunder rolled, casting lightning to spider-web across the heavens, making it light up the terrors around me. Auds perked I traveled on, hooves alighting on the soft sod. I whinnied softly, calling out for anothers company. The winds gaining power, I retreated to the trees, sheilding my self from the flying debris. I am yet but a Morbid Desire I thought to myself, sighing deeply. It was a terrible name, my Dam wanting so much for me to be as my father, Black in the soul as the ocean was deep. Much to her disapointment, I was no where near Morbid, just passivley lax in my choosing. That was why I was here now. My four years were filled with them pushing and prodding, teaching me a valuable lesson. Do not hide your true self. I am in between these sides, looking for a desperate escape. I will side with whomever eccepts me, I will be their vassal...
Race Me~ Gypsy Vanner
Age Me~ 4 winters
Claim me~ Brute
Stamp Me~ Undecided
Color Me~ Black
I walked into the open, the stormy skies alighting upon my battered frame. The scars of the past was a constant vision, as they criss-crossed along my sides. I prided myself on being quickwitted and swarthy, a tongue like a viper with a fetish for sting. Yet I did not pride myself on my temper, so keen was it to implode upon another. The thunder rolled, casting lightning to spider-web across the heavens, making it light up the terrors around me. Auds perked I traveled on, hooves alighting on the soft sod. I whinnied softly, calling out for anothers company. The winds gaining power, I retreated to the trees, sheilding my self from the flying debris. I am yet but a Morbid Desire I thought to myself, sighing deeply. It was a terrible name, my Dam wanting so much for me to be as my father, Black in the soul as the ocean was deep. Much to her disapointment, I was no where near Morbid, just passivley lax in my choosing. That was why I was here now. My four years were filled with them pushing and prodding, teaching me a valuable lesson. Do not hide your true self. I am in between these sides, looking for a desperate escape. I will side with whomever eccepts me, I will be their vassal...
