Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 4, 2006 19:45:25 GMT -5
Callen Forth: Tashek Alloquen de Roet
But Thee May Know As: Tashek
The Chromosomes Thou Lusts: Calibur
Luminescent Crimson: Lippizan
'Round The Skybound Fireball: 4
The Hide Glints: From afar, a soft ivory, yet, a closer glance may speak of a fine, dappled silven hue.
The Guided Path: Light.
The Contess He Exists For: none.
The Life Dissipated With The Sands Of Time:
The hellion's past is remembered as if it had occured the day before last. He had been born out of a pure ivory Lippizan fae, and by a steel grey (nearly charcoal) stag (who was the reigning monarch of the heard into which Tashek was born). The young hellion was birthed firstborn of the lead wench, meaning he would take over his father's herd hence his decease. (I did neglect to mention that his father was quite the leader, holding 20 brutes under him and a sum of near 70 faes bearing his children). Tashek did live with this herd, until he came of age. Naught but a lad, now, a sturdy hellion of 3. This is when nearly all of the 70 wenches in the harlem began to hastle him and start quabbles amungst themselves over being his queen. This did him no justice, aswell it did no justice to his father's herd, who was undermined because of his handsome young son. So, Tashek did what he thaught best, on the day of his father's demise, leaving the clan to his brother, who was the third born son of the king and queen (the second had died shortly hence his birthing), to find a sheltered realm to be at peace, and a queen-one queen- to dote upon and care for, no more wisheth he be crowded with faes again.
Example Post:
The russet downs rang solemnly with the steady pace of oncoming dynasty. Sachet forth could be viewn 'midst the loams, a slight silven cordiel upcoming upon lifts in the earth's machinery. Lithe, yet mightily sculpted appendages four sauntered a talehuen mass unto the scape. Iven hide magnified the sun's rays to a brilliant shade, seemingly paranormal in his glorious entry. Kempt caverness flaren, in a brief intake of the scape's scents to behold. Twin auditorials harked presumptuously forth, alerten to all kellen 'cross the topography. Malintuous boa constricting forth and aback with the notions of his paces, with way to a canny, observant gaze, which cast it's consious unto the geo ahead. Lengths straightened graciously, halting the calubur's form with one swift motious. Forwards swung in order to about face the gates to this new realm. Frontesses thrown from the sod, thrashing in mighty blows to the aire about his form, a melodic note emancipating a parten zenith, to quake the realm with his song, and to alert it with his presence. Silken malisces lashing about with will of the winds aside his trim facade as earthen form gave way to gravity. Poise captured the mighty corsette as he stilled, awaiting judgement. On your doorstep now, Dreamscape, is a truen light, to be freed or not unto your realm? T'is yours to decide.
