Post by fallenangel on May 30, 2006 18:44:41 GMT -5
Name: Random
Breed: Arabian
Color: Grey
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.6hh
Alliance: Light
Past: Random was born on an old run down farm to an older mare. He was fortunate enough to be full blooded arab even though his family weren't of the greatest blood lines. When he was a yearling he was extremely rambunctious, hence his name Random. One stormy night when he was out in pasture with a few geldings lightning struck and set fire to the front of the pasture. To escape danger Random jumped the 6 foot fence and took off into the woods. He ran until he reached the wilderness evading humans and predators alike.
Example Post:
Unlimited. my future is...
Unlimited
Truth be told he had no terra at the time. He had only trudged through the claiming grounds to spot for which his herd would be best. This femme certainly did prove wonder in his eyes. A canvas like pearls, eyes that gleamed with passion for life, this femme was indeed something to behold. He knew not what to say. With a stag already on the approach how could he manage such a fae that was so precious she'd be beyond his reach. How could he tempt her. Tossing his dial quickly into the celestial bugling his presence. He extended his muscular pillars to scar the sky with his thrashing daggers.[/center][/size]
Breed: Arabian
Color: Grey
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.6hh
Alliance: Light
Past: Random was born on an old run down farm to an older mare. He was fortunate enough to be full blooded arab even though his family weren't of the greatest blood lines. When he was a yearling he was extremely rambunctious, hence his name Random. One stormy night when he was out in pasture with a few geldings lightning struck and set fire to the front of the pasture. To escape danger Random jumped the 6 foot fence and took off into the woods. He ran until he reached the wilderness evading humans and predators alike.
Example Post:
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!
Frost cloven daggers pierce the first of fallen snow. 'But winter is only a dream Random'
[/i] He pondered his mothers thoughts for a moment, only a moment. True winter, sprinkled with the slightest powder, can be perceived as a dream but what he saw was no dream. No in his eyes lied the reflection of a beautiful femme. The stag waved about his banner enough to lightly remove whatever flakes had proceeded to fall upon his table at the time that the femmes glory had stopped him in his tracks.Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!
Frost cloven daggers pierce the first of fallen snow. 'But winter is only a dream Random'
Unlimited. my future is...
Unlimited
Truth be told he had no terra at the time. He had only trudged through the claiming grounds to spot for which his herd would be best. This femme certainly did prove wonder in his eyes. A canvas like pearls, eyes that gleamed with passion for life, this femme was indeed something to behold. He knew not what to say. With a stag already on the approach how could he manage such a fae that was so precious she'd be beyond his reach. How could he tempt her. Tossing his dial quickly into the celestial bugling his presence. He extended his muscular pillars to scar the sky with his thrashing daggers.[/center][/size]