Post by tainted on Jul 23, 2006 16:41:00 GMT -5
.FairyTale Is What They Cursed Me As.
.They Decended Me From The Purest Arabian Linage.
.They Birthed Me in Arabia.
.They Stretched Me 15.3 Hands.
.The Varnish They Left Upon Me Is Ebonite.
.They Gave Me An Unknown Linage.
.They Ran Me Four Rotations.
.The Gifted Me A Eqquis.
.They Sexed Me A Bitch.
.I Have Produced Nothing.
.They Gave Me The Sight Of The Night(black eyes).
.They Sheild Me A Death Watcher.
.They Gave Me Intelligence With:
Mostly quiet and relaxed, but can be quite sassy and moody at times. Comes off with a first impression as easy to get along with, but deep down she is planning something mystyrious for you. A very unpredictable mare, you think you get to know her but she can always turn things around and slap you in the face with them.
.They Enscribed Me With A History Like This:
Born from a mighty herd within her old lands. Was brought up to fight as a colt, so she took the roll of one. Was kicked out of the herd at the age of two when she got into a fight with the heir of the herd and won. She was much too strong to stay within the herd. Now she is here.
Example Post:
.Cut.my.life.into.pieces.
.This.is.my.last.resort.
.Suffocation.
.No.breathing.
.Don't.give.a.fuck.if.I.cut.my.arm.bleeding.
.This.is.my.last.resort.
Loco bride moved along in grace, welcoming the newest company to her visionaries. Harks remained plastered to her dial. the wind blew the trees making them hiss and moan, thunder struck the sky as though Suicide was controling it. Leaves from the dead branches whirled around like a raging tornado, making it impossible to open her optics completly. Shreeking thunder corsed over the land, echoing within the hearing tunnel, tandlizing the ear drums. This day would come to a bitter end, making it horrible to most who beleived that they were the true god in this place, the rath of Suicide would come as a shock. She was not a small horse, one of the Friesian Breed.
Razor's bared at the other stallion, she would not go down easy. Any stag that was here to claim her would have to fight her will. They would have to be stricked and indeed she wouldn't stay for anything if she was not a prize in their eyes. Most stallions had to realize that this bitch was not one to take orders, but to give them, indeed she would be the rooster in the roster. She was the diamond in the roath. Delicate she seemed, but when she was unchained destruction ebbed her path.
Staring straight ahead, right through the stallions as though she could see right through them, tainted words spilled out of her open jowls.
"Let me see...you have come here to claim this bitch standing before you, though just to maintain your ego...and show you are the strongest..am I right?"
.Cut.my.life.into.pieces.
.Ive.reached.my.last.resort.
.Suffocation.
.No.breathing.
.Don't.give.a.fuck.if.I.cut.my.arm.bleeding.
.They Decended Me From The Purest Arabian Linage.
.They Birthed Me in Arabia.
.They Stretched Me 15.3 Hands.
.The Varnish They Left Upon Me Is Ebonite.
.They Gave Me An Unknown Linage.
.They Ran Me Four Rotations.
.The Gifted Me A Eqquis.
.They Sexed Me A Bitch.
.I Have Produced Nothing.
.They Gave Me The Sight Of The Night(black eyes).
.They Sheild Me A Death Watcher.
.They Gave Me Intelligence With:
Mostly quiet and relaxed, but can be quite sassy and moody at times. Comes off with a first impression as easy to get along with, but deep down she is planning something mystyrious for you. A very unpredictable mare, you think you get to know her but she can always turn things around and slap you in the face with them.
.They Enscribed Me With A History Like This:
Born from a mighty herd within her old lands. Was brought up to fight as a colt, so she took the roll of one. Was kicked out of the herd at the age of two when she got into a fight with the heir of the herd and won. She was much too strong to stay within the herd. Now she is here.
Example Post:
.Cut.my.life.into.pieces.
.This.is.my.last.resort.
.Suffocation.
.No.breathing.
.Don't.give.a.fuck.if.I.cut.my.arm.bleeding.
.This.is.my.last.resort.
Loco bride moved along in grace, welcoming the newest company to her visionaries. Harks remained plastered to her dial. the wind blew the trees making them hiss and moan, thunder struck the sky as though Suicide was controling it. Leaves from the dead branches whirled around like a raging tornado, making it impossible to open her optics completly. Shreeking thunder corsed over the land, echoing within the hearing tunnel, tandlizing the ear drums. This day would come to a bitter end, making it horrible to most who beleived that they were the true god in this place, the rath of Suicide would come as a shock. She was not a small horse, one of the Friesian Breed.
Razor's bared at the other stallion, she would not go down easy. Any stag that was here to claim her would have to fight her will. They would have to be stricked and indeed she wouldn't stay for anything if she was not a prize in their eyes. Most stallions had to realize that this bitch was not one to take orders, but to give them, indeed she would be the rooster in the roster. She was the diamond in the roath. Delicate she seemed, but when she was unchained destruction ebbed her path.
Staring straight ahead, right through the stallions as though she could see right through them, tainted words spilled out of her open jowls.
"Let me see...you have come here to claim this bitch standing before you, though just to maintain your ego...and show you are the strongest..am I right?"
.Cut.my.life.into.pieces.
.Ive.reached.my.last.resort.
.Suffocation.
.No.breathing.
.Don't.give.a.fuck.if.I.cut.my.arm.bleeding.
