Post by D o v e on Mar 24, 2006 1:54:46 GMT -5
NAME Oblivion
AGE 6
BREED Mustang
LINES Inundacion[sire] x Holocaust[dam]
STANDING 15.3hands
CHROMOSOMES XY[male]
OFFSPRING None at current
ORIGIN Rugged mountains of Montana
OUTLINE Blood bay coat with two white socks on his hind legs and black on his fronts. Black mane and tail as well as eyes dark as coal. His muscles are hard and sinewy from the tough terrain of his homeland and his hooves are like cement.
PERSONA Unforgiving
SAMPLE [Well I haven't roleplayed on here in a while so I feel like I should give you guys a sample post. ^_^]
Silence all around, the sound is deafening, roaring in his ears. The stillness of the quiet was enough to cause unease in any being and the great stallion was no exception. His ears constantly swiveled as his hooves plodded gently on the pine needle laden floor of the forest. This place was strange, very strange indeed...in forests there were the small creatures of the forest constantly stirring, but here there was none...very odd. He had to break it, break the silence. An uneasy snort escaped the stallions flared nares and his muscles were tensed like coiled springs ready to unleash their pent up energy at the drop of a leaf. His auburn pelt was like fire as he moved through the wooded area and the heat of his dark gaze alone would set fire to the trees and burn them to high heaven until they all fell down. It was actually he that ended up frightening himself as he stepped on a twig with a hoof and it snapped.
Oblivion leapt forward in surprise, another nervous snort escaping him, but he stopped his nervousness when he came to realize that it was only a twig and that he himself had broken it. He shook his head sharply, I've got to find others - I'll drive myself insane if I don't hear the sound of someone else's voice soon. He gave a dull sigh and picked up his pace again, though now he increased his speed again slightly...trotting now. The silence was worse than noise, he had to find other horses...other voices, something to soothe his nerves and let him regain his normally stately composure. Where did this forest end? It seemed there were only the wind and the trees to talk to, but how silly would that be...no, he most certainly had to find something else that could speak back, something that could quench his thirst for sound.
[ooc- *stabs sample post* Tis crap! Die post, die! ^_^ XD Me muse is gone tonight *sigh*]
AGE 6
BREED Mustang
LINES Inundacion[sire] x Holocaust[dam]
STANDING 15.3hands
CHROMOSOMES XY[male]
OFFSPRING None at current
ORIGIN Rugged mountains of Montana
OUTLINE Blood bay coat with two white socks on his hind legs and black on his fronts. Black mane and tail as well as eyes dark as coal. His muscles are hard and sinewy from the tough terrain of his homeland and his hooves are like cement.
PERSONA Unforgiving
SAMPLE [Well I haven't roleplayed on here in a while so I feel like I should give you guys a sample post. ^_^]
Silence all around, the sound is deafening, roaring in his ears. The stillness of the quiet was enough to cause unease in any being and the great stallion was no exception. His ears constantly swiveled as his hooves plodded gently on the pine needle laden floor of the forest. This place was strange, very strange indeed...in forests there were the small creatures of the forest constantly stirring, but here there was none...very odd. He had to break it, break the silence. An uneasy snort escaped the stallions flared nares and his muscles were tensed like coiled springs ready to unleash their pent up energy at the drop of a leaf. His auburn pelt was like fire as he moved through the wooded area and the heat of his dark gaze alone would set fire to the trees and burn them to high heaven until they all fell down. It was actually he that ended up frightening himself as he stepped on a twig with a hoof and it snapped.
Oblivion leapt forward in surprise, another nervous snort escaping him, but he stopped his nervousness when he came to realize that it was only a twig and that he himself had broken it. He shook his head sharply, I've got to find others - I'll drive myself insane if I don't hear the sound of someone else's voice soon. He gave a dull sigh and picked up his pace again, though now he increased his speed again slightly...trotting now. The silence was worse than noise, he had to find other horses...other voices, something to soothe his nerves and let him regain his normally stately composure. Where did this forest end? It seemed there were only the wind and the trees to talk to, but how silly would that be...no, he most certainly had to find something else that could speak back, something that could quench his thirst for sound.
[ooc- *stabs sample post* Tis crap! Die post, die! ^_^ XD Me muse is gone tonight *sigh*]
