Post by darkwings on Jan 21, 2006 16:39:35 GMT -5
cursing
Radiant Eclipse
spins
four
heritage
akhal teke
lineage
unknown to these lands [Nighteyes x Oase]
heighted
15.1 hh
presented
a naiad
lambs
none
birthplace
unknown
tainted
golden bay
soul
uncertain & silent
[sorry ! couldn't choose between those two . . ]
sample post
Ebonite flints greeted the leafy floor rhythmically as a russet tainted femme proceeded. Unknown lands, these were, and they had gotten the attention of the lioness. Lobes pricked forth, bottomless optics took in everything she saw, making sure she didn’t miss a thing. Of course, if everything went right, she would never see this part of the lithosphere ever again, but you never know. She wasn’t here to find love. She was here to find a home. Love might come in time, if it would ever come.
With ease, the huntress avoided the places that were too light, where the sun shone brightly. She could stand it, aye, yet she didn’t like the rays of the golden element. It often gave her a head ache when residing under it for too long. And that, wasn’t something she liked. And being her, she didn’t do things she didn’t like. Most of the time she didn’t, anyway.
Pools watched many different equines, some male, most female though, and a patronising snort emitted from her nostrils. Fools, those ‘lights’. Crawling on the ground, searching for love, and thinking they had found it as soon as they had been claimed, or had claimed another. Fools they were, definitely.
Slowly the braun mistress slowed down to a halt, somewhere under the shadows of a few trees gathered together. This day, the sun was indeed shining brightly. She didn’t think that was a good sign. She didn’t it was a sign at all. Mere coincidence. It might as well have rained, thunder rolling, and then ‘darks’ might have thought it was a good sign to be claimed today. Not her. What did it all matter. And as long as she wouldn’t be condemned to live in a territory of light forever, it would be nice. If her new home would be just like her old home, it would be perfect. Dark, was what equines here called it. Now let us see if any darks like those of the banshee’s former tribe would come to her. A shrill neigh escaped her voice boxes, realising no one would come without hearing feminine vocals calling them. Her vocals broke the silence, and she waited.
[taken from another rpg for another charrie . . if you want I'll make one for Radiant Eclipse, but I'm too tired to be bothered right now . . ^_^ ]
Radiant Eclipse
spins
four
heritage
akhal teke
lineage
unknown to these lands [Nighteyes x Oase]
heighted
15.1 hh
presented
a naiad
lambs
none
birthplace
unknown
tainted
golden bay
soul
uncertain & silent
[sorry ! couldn't choose between those two . . ]
sample post
Ebonite flints greeted the leafy floor rhythmically as a russet tainted femme proceeded. Unknown lands, these were, and they had gotten the attention of the lioness. Lobes pricked forth, bottomless optics took in everything she saw, making sure she didn’t miss a thing. Of course, if everything went right, she would never see this part of the lithosphere ever again, but you never know. She wasn’t here to find love. She was here to find a home. Love might come in time, if it would ever come.
With ease, the huntress avoided the places that were too light, where the sun shone brightly. She could stand it, aye, yet she didn’t like the rays of the golden element. It often gave her a head ache when residing under it for too long. And that, wasn’t something she liked. And being her, she didn’t do things she didn’t like. Most of the time she didn’t, anyway.
Pools watched many different equines, some male, most female though, and a patronising snort emitted from her nostrils. Fools, those ‘lights’. Crawling on the ground, searching for love, and thinking they had found it as soon as they had been claimed, or had claimed another. Fools they were, definitely.
Slowly the braun mistress slowed down to a halt, somewhere under the shadows of a few trees gathered together. This day, the sun was indeed shining brightly. She didn’t think that was a good sign. She didn’t it was a sign at all. Mere coincidence. It might as well have rained, thunder rolling, and then ‘darks’ might have thought it was a good sign to be claimed today. Not her. What did it all matter. And as long as she wouldn’t be condemned to live in a territory of light forever, it would be nice. If her new home would be just like her old home, it would be perfect. Dark, was what equines here called it. Now let us see if any darks like those of the banshee’s former tribe would come to her. A shrill neigh escaped her voice boxes, realising no one would come without hearing feminine vocals calling them. Her vocals broke the silence, and she waited.
[taken from another rpg for another charrie . . if you want I'll make one for Radiant Eclipse, but I'm too tired to be bothered right now . . ^_^ ]
