Post by shadie on Dec 28, 2005 22:21:58 GMT -5
Name:Toxic Liberty Fails
Age: 2 weeks
Breed: Quarterhorse x Thoroughbred x Shire
Lineage:Toxic Eyes x Thoughts Of Toxic
Height:17.2 hands
Sex:Fea
Children:None.. ((though on Cimoron Islands 2 she is the dark queen and has a foal ^.^))
Place Of Birth:A distant island, Imacha
Physical Characteristics:A dark strawberry roan her pelt his tightly woven, she is a muscular mare and very distinct. Her mane is not as long as some equine's and is a slight bit more short giving her a clean yet extremely wild look. Her white star stands out clearly and when she is mad it seems to shing into her skin and cause her to get angrier.. she is a lean mean killing machine.
Personality:Truthful, Faithful, Able To Withstand Dark Times..
Post Example(((From CI2))
Age: 2 weeks
Breed: Quarterhorse x Thoroughbred x Shire
Lineage:Toxic Eyes x Thoughts Of Toxic
Height:17.2 hands
Sex:Fea
Children:None.. ((though on Cimoron Islands 2 she is the dark queen and has a foal ^.^))
Place Of Birth:A distant island, Imacha
Physical Characteristics:A dark strawberry roan her pelt his tightly woven, she is a muscular mare and very distinct. Her mane is not as long as some equine's and is a slight bit more short giving her a clean yet extremely wild look. Her white star stands out clearly and when she is mad it seems to shing into her skin and cause her to get angrier.. she is a lean mean killing machine.
Personality:Truthful, Faithful, Able To Withstand Dark Times..
Post Example(((From CI2))
In these caves I've dwelled for long
The lust for blood keeps me strong
Fly at dusk, land at dawn
Evil and darkness I bring upon
It makes no difference in my eyes
If I slay for right or wrong
Selfinflicted are their cries
In the graveyards they belong
Once blessed with life, now with death
I decide to kill them all
Without them evil will fall
They have taken their last breath
Now that my job is done
Evil, there is one last one
No more peace before it's gone
I decide to wait past dawn
//. Toxic Liberty Fails.//
Daggers moved her over the ground nicely, her strawberry colored pelt gleamed, she was diffrent and one could easily see that.The young filly trotted through the lands. Hopping to find herself a better life then her parents and her dearistauntie, Toxic Doll. Toxic Liberty Failswas her cursing, some would say a blessing for she could understand things lightyears ahead of her time.She would be a excellent mare for whom ever would call her their own and let her join their harem.She didn't come here because of her aunt, she wanted a better life and to be able to bring name to her blood and whomever took her in. The dark king seemed like a stallion who could teach her well, very well.Maybe she didn't deserve his teachings.The thought had never crossed her mind, for she thought very highly of herself and it was evident in the way she carried her body. Dial high and proud two smart orbs looked at the world with a dry sense of humor. Life was all about killing.She was small, being only two weeks old, but she would grow. Two hawk like blue orbs were positioned on the path straight infront of her. How had she made the swim? Using a light foal, that she had killed, as a 'raft' when she needed to rest.Possesing a cunning mind wasn't the only thing on her side.Her beauty even at the age of two mere weeks or fourteen days, she was strikingly diffrent in a very good way.Knowing when to hold her tounge, and when not to had come, slowly as it pleased.Small grey flints moved forward, orbs situated on the mountain. She could climb it and she knew it. Her self confidence would never waver.Currently, she had one thing in mind and she would be sure to acomplish this less then simple task. Make it up the mountain and some how charm the dark king.. to let her join, hopefully, in a good ranking position.Already she was caring about rank, being rankless disturbed her. She was not a power hungry filly, and wouldn't grow to be a power hungry mare but would always want more one way or another.The large cone seemed to be moving closer and closer until it would swallow all things infront of her, it beckoned her with the death written all over it and screams that rang out in her ears.How shall I charm the dark king?Maybe offering him something.. but what do I have, except beauty and a cunning mind.. maybe he would actually need something like that. You'll find a way, don't worry. So you have enough energy for the climb make it to the foot of the mountain and then sleep that day, the next day climb.. it will all be figured out one step at a time. I've already told you, you'll be fine.Thoughts were mixed and then the voice of condfidence reassured her once again, though she didn't need it. The sound of flowing water reached her velvety red auds, slowly she moved towards it and dipped her maw in the stream drinking to her greedy satasfaction.When her want for water was satisfied she realized this would be one of her only chances to eat, especially if she was banned from her, for a reason she didn't know. A silver fish flashed into her view. Imediatly her maw lowered and she caught it, eating the nutrient rich flesh hungrily.It slipped down her throat, some of it was still alive. Eating every part,except the bones, she raised her dial and shrieked triump over the first challenge, living.The second would be to make it to the mountain's base before sundown when she needed to take cover.Daggers kicked into high gear when she saw the sun slinking behind the horizion, marking the time preditors hunted. Quickly she was there, a lather of sweat had formed on her coat making it glossy.Fianaly night came making all the skys a light purple before it would turn inky black. In the dim light she looked around, finding a log which covered a hole just big enough for her to fit in. Pushing the log off the hole she went in and quickly covered it back up with moss and variouse plants.Content with her make shift bedroom she lay down in the small circle like room, sides pressed against the mud walls as she lowered herself to the ground. For a moment she stare into the darkness and blinked a couple of times letting a yawn escape. Before she knew it her orbs were closed and breathing was deep showing she was in a state of great sleep.It was not surprising she fell asleep so deeply, the journey to the island had made her tiried but determaned, she trudged on until finally making it here, at the base of the mountain. To get her well deserved sleep.Rays of light turned the once green moss brown, small slivers penetrated through the room and lay on the dirt ground, showing excactly what her room looked like. It had roots in it, coming off the walls. A thick bedding of pine needles covered the floor but no filly was there sleeping, to her hearts wishes.She had been awoken hours ago by the early, early morning sun. Already had she found food and water, more then ready to start off the new day with even more travel.Red roan daggers started up again as she slowly descended up the sheer mountain side. It took not a long time until she was sweating and had to stop for a break and some water.With five minutes of rest she moved on, no path was on this half of the mountain and horse bones were scattered on some of the cliff faces.Some of these bones could be from ones who were banned and chose not to leave. The very thought made a shiver slip down her spine, leaving her feeling eerie like someone was watching her.Moving over the ruble a grey rock fell off the side and it clincked down, if she fell she would die and just knowing it made it all the more worse to climb the mountain of death.When she was sure she heard a set of daggers following her she turned around but no one was there,a rumble formed from her chords which were deep inside her thorax, "I don't like to be followed."voice was mock sweet, obviosly made to annoy whomever was on her tail.She tilted her dial and smiled flirtatously at the path behind her. Getting enough courage she picked up a rock inbetween her ivorys and chucked it at the path, just to warn whomever it was.The sun glowed in the final hours of the day, soon another night would kiss her body hello. Knowing it wasn't far away she scrambled up the mountain. Taking time to eat the waning food and drink from the depleting supply of water.It was getting harder for her to breath as the altitude rose and it became cold. Daggers crunched below her as she took her first step in the now snow covered path.She paused, letting her mind think to itself. Was her name, did it really mean she was libery, just intoxicated and because of that toxic she failed? It angered her to think a thing of that, she would never fail, anything!She was the best the world had, if not the best thing her parents ever had.. and maybe that wasn't a all to good statment considering both her parents were tame..retards.Who listened to the human's laws.Maybe it was a little harsh for her to think that of her own parents. But it was all true and she knew it to be true in her mind. No second opinions were ever needed to confirm somthing as long as she belived in it.Life was a funny game the way the birds dare to sing when there was no song to come from their mouths.Skeptically she studied a flower the way the petals jutted out all bright and happy, it reminded her very much of a light.The way she hated lights was with a pure passion, a sinful passion and a passion not good for the soul.The want to kill them all rang sharp and clear across her features and it couldn't be deneyed.The way worry seemed to wash off of her like water on a duck's back always amazed other equines, especially the 'stressy tipe'.Not that Toxic often sat and observed the personalitys of equines in ways to arrange them into catigorys.. maybe she had but she denied it fully.Not 100% sure on everything her mind told her.. she made groups for the tipes of equines this even helped her know which to to trust and which to hunt.
The lust for blood keeps me strong
Fly at dusk, land at dawn
Evil and darkness I bring upon
It makes no difference in my eyes
If I slay for right or wrong
Selfinflicted are their cries
In the graveyards they belong
Once blessed with life, now with death
I decide to kill them all
Without them evil will fall
They have taken their last breath
Now that my job is done
Evil, there is one last one
No more peace before it's gone
I decide to wait past dawn
//. Toxic Liberty Fails.//
Daggers moved her over the ground nicely, her strawberry colored pelt gleamed, she was diffrent and one could easily see that.The young filly trotted through the lands. Hopping to find herself a better life then her parents and her dearistauntie, Toxic Doll. Toxic Liberty Failswas her cursing, some would say a blessing for she could understand things lightyears ahead of her time.She would be a excellent mare for whom ever would call her their own and let her join their harem.She didn't come here because of her aunt, she wanted a better life and to be able to bring name to her blood and whomever took her in. The dark king seemed like a stallion who could teach her well, very well.Maybe she didn't deserve his teachings.The thought had never crossed her mind, for she thought very highly of herself and it was evident in the way she carried her body. Dial high and proud two smart orbs looked at the world with a dry sense of humor. Life was all about killing.She was small, being only two weeks old, but she would grow. Two hawk like blue orbs were positioned on the path straight infront of her. How had she made the swim? Using a light foal, that she had killed, as a 'raft' when she needed to rest.Possesing a cunning mind wasn't the only thing on her side.Her beauty even at the age of two mere weeks or fourteen days, she was strikingly diffrent in a very good way.Knowing when to hold her tounge, and when not to had come, slowly as it pleased.Small grey flints moved forward, orbs situated on the mountain. She could climb it and she knew it. Her self confidence would never waver.Currently, she had one thing in mind and she would be sure to acomplish this less then simple task. Make it up the mountain and some how charm the dark king.. to let her join, hopefully, in a good ranking position.Already she was caring about rank, being rankless disturbed her. She was not a power hungry filly, and wouldn't grow to be a power hungry mare but would always want more one way or another.The large cone seemed to be moving closer and closer until it would swallow all things infront of her, it beckoned her with the death written all over it and screams that rang out in her ears.How shall I charm the dark king?Maybe offering him something.. but what do I have, except beauty and a cunning mind.. maybe he would actually need something like that. You'll find a way, don't worry. So you have enough energy for the climb make it to the foot of the mountain and then sleep that day, the next day climb.. it will all be figured out one step at a time. I've already told you, you'll be fine.Thoughts were mixed and then the voice of condfidence reassured her once again, though she didn't need it. The sound of flowing water reached her velvety red auds, slowly she moved towards it and dipped her maw in the stream drinking to her greedy satasfaction.When her want for water was satisfied she realized this would be one of her only chances to eat, especially if she was banned from her, for a reason she didn't know. A silver fish flashed into her view. Imediatly her maw lowered and she caught it, eating the nutrient rich flesh hungrily.It slipped down her throat, some of it was still alive. Eating every part,except the bones, she raised her dial and shrieked triump over the first challenge, living.The second would be to make it to the mountain's base before sundown when she needed to take cover.Daggers kicked into high gear when she saw the sun slinking behind the horizion, marking the time preditors hunted. Quickly she was there, a lather of sweat had formed on her coat making it glossy.Fianaly night came making all the skys a light purple before it would turn inky black. In the dim light she looked around, finding a log which covered a hole just big enough for her to fit in. Pushing the log off the hole she went in and quickly covered it back up with moss and variouse plants.Content with her make shift bedroom she lay down in the small circle like room, sides pressed against the mud walls as she lowered herself to the ground. For a moment she stare into the darkness and blinked a couple of times letting a yawn escape. Before she knew it her orbs were closed and breathing was deep showing she was in a state of great sleep.It was not surprising she fell asleep so deeply, the journey to the island had made her tiried but determaned, she trudged on until finally making it here, at the base of the mountain. To get her well deserved sleep.Rays of light turned the once green moss brown, small slivers penetrated through the room and lay on the dirt ground, showing excactly what her room looked like. It had roots in it, coming off the walls. A thick bedding of pine needles covered the floor but no filly was there sleeping, to her hearts wishes.She had been awoken hours ago by the early, early morning sun. Already had she found food and water, more then ready to start off the new day with even more travel.Red roan daggers started up again as she slowly descended up the sheer mountain side. It took not a long time until she was sweating and had to stop for a break and some water.With five minutes of rest she moved on, no path was on this half of the mountain and horse bones were scattered on some of the cliff faces.Some of these bones could be from ones who were banned and chose not to leave. The very thought made a shiver slip down her spine, leaving her feeling eerie like someone was watching her.Moving over the ruble a grey rock fell off the side and it clincked down, if she fell she would die and just knowing it made it all the more worse to climb the mountain of death.When she was sure she heard a set of daggers following her she turned around but no one was there,a rumble formed from her chords which were deep inside her thorax, "I don't like to be followed."voice was mock sweet, obviosly made to annoy whomever was on her tail.She tilted her dial and smiled flirtatously at the path behind her. Getting enough courage she picked up a rock inbetween her ivorys and chucked it at the path, just to warn whomever it was.The sun glowed in the final hours of the day, soon another night would kiss her body hello. Knowing it wasn't far away she scrambled up the mountain. Taking time to eat the waning food and drink from the depleting supply of water.It was getting harder for her to breath as the altitude rose and it became cold. Daggers crunched below her as she took her first step in the now snow covered path.She paused, letting her mind think to itself. Was her name, did it really mean she was libery, just intoxicated and because of that toxic she failed? It angered her to think a thing of that, she would never fail, anything!She was the best the world had, if not the best thing her parents ever had.. and maybe that wasn't a all to good statment considering both her parents were tame..retards.Who listened to the human's laws.Maybe it was a little harsh for her to think that of her own parents. But it was all true and she knew it to be true in her mind. No second opinions were ever needed to confirm somthing as long as she belived in it.Life was a funny game the way the birds dare to sing when there was no song to come from their mouths.Skeptically she studied a flower the way the petals jutted out all bright and happy, it reminded her very much of a light.The way she hated lights was with a pure passion, a sinful passion and a passion not good for the soul.The want to kill them all rang sharp and clear across her features and it couldn't be deneyed.The way worry seemed to wash off of her like water on a duck's back always amazed other equines, especially the 'stressy tipe'.Not that Toxic often sat and observed the personalitys of equines in ways to arrange them into catigorys.. maybe she had but she denied it fully.Not 100% sure on everything her mind told her.. she made groups for the tipes of equines this even helped her know which to to trust and which to hunt.
