Post by loulou on Oct 4, 2007 14:51:30 GMT -5
Dubbed – Black Magic
Made - Mare
Chosen - Arabian
Stance – 15 hands
Pelt – Swarthy
Tassels – Ebonite
Whipcord – Ebonite
Seasons - 4
Place of birth - Deep within the heart of Amethyst Ridge.
Personality - Magic comes off as a docile mare whom tends to keep to herself. Black is a strong mare who can take care of herself because she shows no mercy to daunting others. This charcoal dove of sorts is not incapable of harboring clemency. She only bestows kindness on those she finds deserving. She’s outgoing when needed, but prefers to be by her lonesome. This tainted mare is not easily swayed, and any stallion will find wooing her nearly impossible.
History – Born into the loving hearts of two lovers Black grew up knowing only the path of light. This ominous filly was predestined to one day liberate the lights. However, things changed. One night on the filly’s official second year a menacing storm intruded Black’s thoughts. The roaring anger of the thunder and the ill-omened lighting stirred a desire deep inside the foal’s innards. Arising from her sleep the foal disappeared from her home within the land of light. Galloping as fast as her scrawny pistons would take her, she didn’t dare look back. Never Looked Back.
She soon found herself lost in a world she no longer understood. Why was she fighting? Her instinct once again told her to run, to run away from the unneeded dangers. Her pistons carried her for five days, and five nights untill she found herself lost in "Night Sky Equines."
(ooc: Sample post is just a post I wrote on A.R)
The lands of the undecided always whispered with an eerie voice, sending chills down even the bravest of the darks. There was just something about not being committed to any side that made the lands paranormal. Strange sounds and almost sinister weather always arose from the boundaries. It was almost unnatural for any equine to choose such a life. Perhaps that was just the way those who had chosen their faith felt. Or Perhaps just how Magic Felt.
There was no real reason for crossing the boundaries. The day was not unlike any other, just waiting around for something more exciting to happen. The sort of excitement that builds up anticipation and then, at the last minute never actually comes. Perhaps crossing the boundaries was the excitement the mare had been looking for.
She slipped into the middle of the terrain leaving the grounds untouched. It was almost like her pistons carried her so lightly, that she was more like a ghost, then a horse. She wasn’t sneaky, and she wasn’t quicker then any other average horse. Her graceful posture was the only thing ensuring a smooth get away. After all, she was the type of mare who preferred to be left alone.
This land is terrible
Magic snorted to herself. The presence of both light and dark lingered, sending shivers down the Mare’s spine. She pawed the ground with provocation, no longer understanding her choice to enter these forlorn lands.
An impenetrable fog surrounded Magic, sending her into panic. Which way was home? Where was she to go now? She pawed the ground exasperated.
Made - Mare
Chosen - Arabian
Stance – 15 hands
Pelt – Swarthy
Tassels – Ebonite
Whipcord – Ebonite
Seasons - 4
Place of birth - Deep within the heart of Amethyst Ridge.
Personality - Magic comes off as a docile mare whom tends to keep to herself. Black is a strong mare who can take care of herself because she shows no mercy to daunting others. This charcoal dove of sorts is not incapable of harboring clemency. She only bestows kindness on those she finds deserving. She’s outgoing when needed, but prefers to be by her lonesome. This tainted mare is not easily swayed, and any stallion will find wooing her nearly impossible.
History – Born into the loving hearts of two lovers Black grew up knowing only the path of light. This ominous filly was predestined to one day liberate the lights. However, things changed. One night on the filly’s official second year a menacing storm intruded Black’s thoughts. The roaring anger of the thunder and the ill-omened lighting stirred a desire deep inside the foal’s innards. Arising from her sleep the foal disappeared from her home within the land of light. Galloping as fast as her scrawny pistons would take her, she didn’t dare look back. Never Looked Back.
She soon found herself lost in a world she no longer understood. Why was she fighting? Her instinct once again told her to run, to run away from the unneeded dangers. Her pistons carried her for five days, and five nights untill she found herself lost in "Night Sky Equines."
(ooc: Sample post is just a post I wrote on A.R)
The lands of the undecided always whispered with an eerie voice, sending chills down even the bravest of the darks. There was just something about not being committed to any side that made the lands paranormal. Strange sounds and almost sinister weather always arose from the boundaries. It was almost unnatural for any equine to choose such a life. Perhaps that was just the way those who had chosen their faith felt. Or Perhaps just how Magic Felt.
There was no real reason for crossing the boundaries. The day was not unlike any other, just waiting around for something more exciting to happen. The sort of excitement that builds up anticipation and then, at the last minute never actually comes. Perhaps crossing the boundaries was the excitement the mare had been looking for.
She slipped into the middle of the terrain leaving the grounds untouched. It was almost like her pistons carried her so lightly, that she was more like a ghost, then a horse. She wasn’t sneaky, and she wasn’t quicker then any other average horse. Her graceful posture was the only thing ensuring a smooth get away. After all, she was the type of mare who preferred to be left alone.
This land is terrible
Magic snorted to herself. The presence of both light and dark lingered, sending shivers down the Mare’s spine. She pawed the ground with provocation, no longer understanding her choice to enter these forlorn lands.
An impenetrable fog surrounded Magic, sending her into panic. Which way was home? Where was she to go now? She pawed the ground exasperated.
