Post by >|< C.ascade >|< on Jun 25, 2006 21:16:37 GMT -5
Proclaimed: Cascade
Rich Crimson: Arabian
Hue: Spattered Steel
Count His Passings: Four
Chromosomes: B.astard
Look To: 15.2
Path: Luce
Past: The life of most brutes. Spawn of a mare of low rank in the herd, thrown out at a yearling. A wanderer to say in the least. He follows the path of the luce, but a cold streak may be seen in him at times.
Example Post:
Lithe extensions drove thier sputtered alabastor counterpart amidst the ever new realm. Shadowashed glare flickered intreguingly about as scythes slewed thier bearings to a duo plight. Odd peculiarities of flaxen and coal whisps meandered hinderingly to one side of the corded crown bearer, as thier siblings at his shanks rest lank, notioning only with the steady calibrating of his motion. Vents flared, protraying delicate sheets of salmon among thier vast barrels. A chasted line of scents churned in a pallid summit as he drew near the gate of these terrains.
Tendons shewn tense beneath thier rich stretch of metalic hide as leften melarchie and his twin flickered absently in place, perched a steelwashed pointe. Lambrums pealed aback as ivens parted for the omittence of a great chord of proclaimation.
Takhard appendi slewed all motion as fronten daggers threw from the topography and let wrench to the heavens to accompany his great bellow. Thus he remained hence gravity tolled upon this hindering pallid form, realliancing scythe with jade once again.
Evidence poured from each motion, each feature of the b.astard. Chiseled arabic summit he threw upon the wind, allowing her will to make away with raised, flaxen/shadowstrewn tendrils. Lengths rose on high with each step hindered on place in eagre anticipation. Patience was a thing unheard of for this pallid drake...
Rich Crimson: Arabian
Hue: Spattered Steel
Count His Passings: Four
Chromosomes: B.astard
Look To: 15.2
Path: Luce
Past: The life of most brutes. Spawn of a mare of low rank in the herd, thrown out at a yearling. A wanderer to say in the least. He follows the path of the luce, but a cold streak may be seen in him at times.
Example Post:
Lithe extensions drove thier sputtered alabastor counterpart amidst the ever new realm. Shadowashed glare flickered intreguingly about as scythes slewed thier bearings to a duo plight. Odd peculiarities of flaxen and coal whisps meandered hinderingly to one side of the corded crown bearer, as thier siblings at his shanks rest lank, notioning only with the steady calibrating of his motion. Vents flared, protraying delicate sheets of salmon among thier vast barrels. A chasted line of scents churned in a pallid summit as he drew near the gate of these terrains.
Tendons shewn tense beneath thier rich stretch of metalic hide as leften melarchie and his twin flickered absently in place, perched a steelwashed pointe. Lambrums pealed aback as ivens parted for the omittence of a great chord of proclaimation.
Takhard appendi slewed all motion as fronten daggers threw from the topography and let wrench to the heavens to accompany his great bellow. Thus he remained hence gravity tolled upon this hindering pallid form, realliancing scythe with jade once again.
Evidence poured from each motion, each feature of the b.astard. Chiseled arabic summit he threw upon the wind, allowing her will to make away with raised, flaxen/shadowstrewn tendrils. Lengths rose on high with each step hindered on place in eagre anticipation. Patience was a thing unheard of for this pallid drake...
