Post by Catastrophe on Jul 13, 2006 10:01:18 GMT -5
.I Be Cursed Catastrophe.
.I Have Suffered Four Springs.
.I Be Scented As Perfume.
.I Be Stained Blood Chestnut.
.My Blood Runs As Polish Arabian.
.I Walk The Path Of Vice.
.I Have Been Elevated 15.2 Hands.
.How I've Suffered has been average living. My sire didn't give a damn about me and my mother was caring enough. I was kicked out of the herd at age Two and have been a wandering rouge since then.
.I Act As a cool and laid-back equine. I am usually solitare and don't like to mingle with too many others. When I happen to find one or a select few I can trust, I am very loyal. I am cunning and mischievous and enjoy playing games. Tempermental is one of my middle names when I become exceedingly annoyed and irrate. Watch yourself.
.I Am Reflected As
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.A Sample Of What I Bring.
Carbon is rushed through bloodied caves, dark marron slits flicking this way and that in a paranoid manner, taking in the surroundings around with a disapproving action. Stones scrape lithosphere as movements are made, carrying lithe farther unto thy territory. Caves flare for a moment, taking a drag of the atmosphere, testing any other scents the air had to offer her senses. She couldn't smell many about her at the moment. The scents were either far off or faded from old age.
Skull was shifted by sinewy strands running 'long her serptine, changing her course towards the left, having caught the slightly alluring scent of fresh water. She continued her slow pace towards it, not in any particular rush to get anywhere at the time being. Shortly the stream was revealed within her line of sight and she made her way towards it with a lazy determination. Letting gravity take its toll upon her skull, jaws were parted, sinews within the powerful jaws allowing the water to enter them with increasing amounts.
After having her fill of the liquid she lifted her skull easily, defying the power of gravity. She looked around her surroundings once more, checking in the open for any obvious dangers. Once none were found, she started forth, crossing the gushing stream without a second notice, heading towards the borderline of these particular lands, intent on taking her leave of them to escape to another area. Hoping sullenly there weren't many others. She wasn't what you would exactly call a "user-friendly" wench.
[Sorry...That's a rather old recycled post...I have no muse right now...]
.I Have Suffered Four Springs.
.I Be Scented As Perfume.
.I Be Stained Blood Chestnut.
.My Blood Runs As Polish Arabian.
.I Walk The Path Of Vice.
.I Have Been Elevated 15.2 Hands.
.How I've Suffered has been average living. My sire didn't give a damn about me and my mother was caring enough. I was kicked out of the herd at age Two and have been a wandering rouge since then.
.I Act As a cool and laid-back equine. I am usually solitare and don't like to mingle with too many others. When I happen to find one or a select few I can trust, I am very loyal. I am cunning and mischievous and enjoy playing games. Tempermental is one of my middle names when I become exceedingly annoyed and irrate. Watch yourself.
.I Am Reflected As
..A Sample Of What I Bring.
Carbon is rushed through bloodied caves, dark marron slits flicking this way and that in a paranoid manner, taking in the surroundings around with a disapproving action. Stones scrape lithosphere as movements are made, carrying lithe farther unto thy territory. Caves flare for a moment, taking a drag of the atmosphere, testing any other scents the air had to offer her senses. She couldn't smell many about her at the moment. The scents were either far off or faded from old age.
Skull was shifted by sinewy strands running 'long her serptine, changing her course towards the left, having caught the slightly alluring scent of fresh water. She continued her slow pace towards it, not in any particular rush to get anywhere at the time being. Shortly the stream was revealed within her line of sight and she made her way towards it with a lazy determination. Letting gravity take its toll upon her skull, jaws were parted, sinews within the powerful jaws allowing the water to enter them with increasing amounts.
After having her fill of the liquid she lifted her skull easily, defying the power of gravity. She looked around her surroundings once more, checking in the open for any obvious dangers. Once none were found, she started forth, crossing the gushing stream without a second notice, heading towards the borderline of these particular lands, intent on taking her leave of them to escape to another area. Hoping sullenly there weren't many others. She wasn't what you would exactly call a "user-friendly" wench.
[Sorry...That's a rather old recycled post...I have no muse right now...]
