Post by D o v e on Jul 13, 2006 2:58:50 GMT -5
oh they called me
xx bloody masquerade
and i've been around the block
xx six times
you'll see my face and guess i must have
xx arabian blood but i'm really a mustang
but god knows
xx who gave birth to me
i'm not too tall, but i'm not too short, i'm
xx 15hh
just take one look and know i'm a
xx mare
i can safely say i have had
xx no offspring
but i
xx can't say where i was born, don't really remember
oh my parents like to brag about my looks but really i'm
xx slightly petite, with an extremely feminine body and a finely sculpted head, my coat is a lovely ashen gray but my ears and muzzle have soft black, both my mane and tail are a white color with mixtures of a few other random colors, my hooves are two-toned with pink and white
i may put up a good front but really i'm
xx sweet as honey at times and murderous with hate at others, i am like the box of chocolates because you never know which side of me you're going to get, never piss me off because there is no wrath like that of a mare, oh and never call me a pretty little thing because then i'm afraid that you'll have to die
oh, and my creator is Dove but she feels that she needs to give you a sample post because she has been gone so long
xx
Ah...the fresh air, the freedom, oh the life the wild horse leads. Oh sometimes you can forget exactly what the water from the river tastes like, or how the wind blows through your mane...oh but you can never forget the freedom. The steady sound of hoofbeats as they race across the deserts and the mountains and the plains, the trail of dust that follows them as they race, oh the wild horses who know their freedom and relish it. Yes, you never forget the freedom....oh but you never forget the prison either. The metal bars that keep you in, the chains that bind you down, and the trough with dirty water...forever burned on the inside of your skull, just like the tattoo on your hide.
These words were true for this mare. Yes, Bloody Masquerade had been once free to roam on the open lands until she was captured one day and branded on the left side of her neck. Oh now the only thoughts in her psychotic little mind box were those of revenge; Sweet. Bloody. Revenge. Of course in her twisted little mind everyone was at fault, everyone was to blame. Damn the world that cast her into an iron stall to hell. Well, you would be correct to assume that Mask is not a very forgiving mare.
Well, she had been captive, but now she was yet again free...far from fences and stalls and barns, well actually...she was, errrr, lost. God she hated to admit it - because she was a bit hard headed - but she was lost; hopelessly, miserablely lost. She was like a man who wouldn't just stop and ask directions; she was fine, she needed no one's help. Mask had been wondering around in circles as far as she knew, because the same dang tree kept popping up every fifteen minutes or so. With a sigh she finally came to a halt, her dainty figure just beginning to become damp from sweat. "Well this just isn't working," she said aloud to herself. A small 'huff' emitted from her nostrils and her cocoa brown eyes scanned the area as her skull turned. Oh boy, just trees and more trees...oh this made her life so much easier. She huffed again and her tail flicked behind her to swat her side where a pesky fly had landed. Damn pests... Her thoughts were set adrift as she tried to think of some way to find her way out of the forest and out onto the open prairie. Alas she could think of no manner which would be simpler than her current random wanderings. Well screw it all! There's no way out so I'll just keep wandering like a lost moron...oh yes, quite brilliant. Bloody Masquerade rolled her eyes and tossed her fine skull and then simply moved forward again. She was going to wander until she was either out of this forest or collapsed on the forest floor.
xx bloody masquerade
and i've been around the block
xx six times
you'll see my face and guess i must have
xx arabian blood but i'm really a mustang
but god knows
xx who gave birth to me
i'm not too tall, but i'm not too short, i'm
xx 15hh
just take one look and know i'm a
xx mare
i can safely say i have had
xx no offspring
but i
xx can't say where i was born, don't really remember
oh my parents like to brag about my looks but really i'm
xx slightly petite, with an extremely feminine body and a finely sculpted head, my coat is a lovely ashen gray but my ears and muzzle have soft black, both my mane and tail are a white color with mixtures of a few other random colors, my hooves are two-toned with pink and white
i may put up a good front but really i'm
xx sweet as honey at times and murderous with hate at others, i am like the box of chocolates because you never know which side of me you're going to get, never piss me off because there is no wrath like that of a mare, oh and never call me a pretty little thing because then i'm afraid that you'll have to die
oh, and my creator is Dove but she feels that she needs to give you a sample post because she has been gone so long
xx
Ah...the fresh air, the freedom, oh the life the wild horse leads. Oh sometimes you can forget exactly what the water from the river tastes like, or how the wind blows through your mane...oh but you can never forget the freedom. The steady sound of hoofbeats as they race across the deserts and the mountains and the plains, the trail of dust that follows them as they race, oh the wild horses who know their freedom and relish it. Yes, you never forget the freedom....oh but you never forget the prison either. The metal bars that keep you in, the chains that bind you down, and the trough with dirty water...forever burned on the inside of your skull, just like the tattoo on your hide.
These words were true for this mare. Yes, Bloody Masquerade had been once free to roam on the open lands until she was captured one day and branded on the left side of her neck. Oh now the only thoughts in her psychotic little mind box were those of revenge; Sweet. Bloody. Revenge. Of course in her twisted little mind everyone was at fault, everyone was to blame. Damn the world that cast her into an iron stall to hell. Well, you would be correct to assume that Mask is not a very forgiving mare.
Well, she had been captive, but now she was yet again free...far from fences and stalls and barns, well actually...she was, errrr, lost. God she hated to admit it - because she was a bit hard headed - but she was lost; hopelessly, miserablely lost. She was like a man who wouldn't just stop and ask directions; she was fine, she needed no one's help. Mask had been wondering around in circles as far as she knew, because the same dang tree kept popping up every fifteen minutes or so. With a sigh she finally came to a halt, her dainty figure just beginning to become damp from sweat. "Well this just isn't working," she said aloud to herself. A small 'huff' emitted from her nostrils and her cocoa brown eyes scanned the area as her skull turned. Oh boy, just trees and more trees...oh this made her life so much easier. She huffed again and her tail flicked behind her to swat her side where a pesky fly had landed. Damn pests... Her thoughts were set adrift as she tried to think of some way to find her way out of the forest and out onto the open prairie. Alas she could think of no manner which would be simpler than her current random wanderings. Well screw it all! There's no way out so I'll just keep wandering like a lost moron...oh yes, quite brilliant. Bloody Masquerade rolled her eyes and tossed her fine skull and then simply moved forward again. She was going to wander until she was either out of this forest or collapsed on the forest floor.
