Post by truth on May 27, 2006 12:54:14 GMT -5
» name.
Adrastos.
» meaning.
Undaunted in Greek.
» age.
Seven.
» breed.
Andalusian.
» lineage.
Dam - Lights of the Damned - dead.
Sire - Centre Stage - dead.
» height.
15.3 hh.
» sex.
Mascu.
» children.
Dead.
» place of birth.
Unknown.
» physical characteristics.
He has a sturdy bodice, carried on well muscled stilts and covered in a fine, heavily dappled peltage. His base colour is white, although some would say that it should be grey, as he is dappled with grey-ish colouring and it covers most of the white. His facade is the moderate size for an Andalusian, and his ears are small. His mirrors are a chocolate brown, but alas, he is completely colour blind. He is fairly largely sized, but not to large for this type of breed.. he is only 15.3 hands high.
» personality.
Emotionless.
» sample post.
[ ooc. ohmy. yes, well, let me think of something. xD t’is truth, of the now dead broken roads, though. i can post so much better than this, but i couldn’t think of anything much more. ]
Emotionless. That was one way you could describe this mascu of seven winters. Emotionless and cold.
Adrastos’s chocolate pools glanced around the forest shrouded in darkness. It wasn’t unlike him to be found in a place such as this, although he preferred open spaces – but this place was the only one he had come upon as of yet, and so, he could not say anything just now. A snort escaped his paper thins as he took in a tad of oxygen, the sweet air that pumped through his veins and kept him alive. Just as easily as he had inhaled, he exhaled a long stream of carbon dioxide into the air and tossed his skull, his tan tresses falling unto the other side of his nape and laying there as he continued to look around the forest of which he was in the middle of.
This stag that stood in the middle of the darkened forest was an emotionless fellow, as it has already been stated. Yet he was gentlemanly towards femmes, not because he was looking for a mate or to force-breed, but because that was how he’d been raised – to look out for those weaker, and for those who would possibly be in need of help. However, he did not believe that femmes were weaker – they ought to be treated the same as the opposite gender, of which Adrastos was a part of. That was how he believed it should always be – and that no one should be forced to believe otherwise. Or be forced to do anything, as it were.
Adrastos allowed himself to lurch forward at a slow pace, the clopping of his daggers against the moist earth almost silently. He had no more to do, and so he would continue on his way through the forest, and hopefully, find the other side so that he could, possibly, explore the rest of the herdless areas where he could wander freely.
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