Post by reincarnation on Mar 23, 2006 21:13:08 GMT -5
Name:: Reincarnation
Age: about 6
Breed: QH.x.TB
Lineage: QH sire./.TB dam
Height: 15.03hh
Sex: Mare
Children: None
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Physical Characteristics: Slim yet muscular.. Slightly more thoroughbred appearing than quarter horse
Personality: Sarcastic.
Sample Post:
Auburn figure glittered under the spring's morning sun. The light showers had given way to a rainbow arching across the land. Flaxen threads cascaded down over curvature, rippling with each flowing movement of muscles. Strides were high stepped and footfalls were light, equivalent to the scattering of mice upon a wooden floor. The dewy grass felt cool against the bottom of diamonds as they trod upon the damp terra firma, but the blades brushed almost irritatingly against the sole of her hoof. Lobes pulled back slightly as the cool emerald seas gave way to damp track. The gritty feel of it was never pleasant, but it was not her place to pick and chose which footing her steps carried her onto.
The effect of power had much consiquence upon those who beheld it. The power to tell the future, to alter the past, to turn to ice or to burn in flame, to decide the destinies or tell their story, were all powers that sprouted power hungriness within the beholder. Of course the simple descisions, those of the kind that were made every day, had virtually no consiquence, unless the descision and power enforced over your actions was seen as the wrong thing; generally the best idea was to stay out of the way and out of trouble, and then gigantic choices must not be made daily as they would should she be an outlaw, or wrongdoer.
Coming to a pause in her swaying motion, tiara raised, nares flaring with each suddenly eager breath. There were others of her kind about, she knew. And these she intended to locate.
Age: about 6
Breed: QH.x.TB
Lineage: QH sire./.TB dam
Height: 15.03hh
Sex: Mare
Children: None
Place Of Birth: Unknown
Physical Characteristics: Slim yet muscular.. Slightly more thoroughbred appearing than quarter horse
Personality: Sarcastic.
Sample Post:
Auburn figure glittered under the spring's morning sun. The light showers had given way to a rainbow arching across the land. Flaxen threads cascaded down over curvature, rippling with each flowing movement of muscles. Strides were high stepped and footfalls were light, equivalent to the scattering of mice upon a wooden floor. The dewy grass felt cool against the bottom of diamonds as they trod upon the damp terra firma, but the blades brushed almost irritatingly against the sole of her hoof. Lobes pulled back slightly as the cool emerald seas gave way to damp track. The gritty feel of it was never pleasant, but it was not her place to pick and chose which footing her steps carried her onto.
The effect of power had much consiquence upon those who beheld it. The power to tell the future, to alter the past, to turn to ice or to burn in flame, to decide the destinies or tell their story, were all powers that sprouted power hungriness within the beholder. Of course the simple descisions, those of the kind that were made every day, had virtually no consiquence, unless the descision and power enforced over your actions was seen as the wrong thing; generally the best idea was to stay out of the way and out of trouble, and then gigantic choices must not be made daily as they would should she be an outlaw, or wrongdoer.
Coming to a pause in her swaying motion, tiara raised, nares flaring with each suddenly eager breath. There were others of her kind about, she knew. And these she intended to locate.
