Post by . A|e| r |o . on Jun 5, 2006 13:05:29 GMT -5
Name: Aero
Breed: Quarter
Color: Buckskin
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.3
Alliance: Light
Past: ..... he speaks of it little .....
Example Post:
Orbs took in the new sights that lurked all around him. Lappets twitched ever so slightly at the hushed sound of snapping leaves and twigs beneath his heavy flints. He made his way through this dark forest quietly and quickly. His destination, somewhere better, somewhere nicer, somewhere he could make a difference to others. Determined pools were set upon one place, the path before him. This very path should lead him to his fate, his future, and the place where he could make a difference. He knew that he should venture to a world where he could do something good. This was his chance.
Golden stilts carried him quickly, though they were tired and weary from the long journey that he had traveled the past few days. Though his body begged him to rest, his mind pushed him forward and he would continue on until he was sure he had found the right place where he should belong. Thorns and brambles scratched at his coat, causing it to scar deeply. The night sky overhead was blocked partly by towering trees that seemed to close in on him. He quickened his pace. He heard the rustle of leaves behind him. He stopped. He craned his neck around, his optics narrowed. He looked for the source of this very noise. Nothing came to view. He put this sound behind him, for it must have been a woodland creature. But as he swung his crown back toward his destination he swore he saw a pair of nasty red gleaming eyes glaring out at him through the shadows.
He stood his ground and pushed forward. He was not alone in this forest. This was dark territory, he was sure of it. Up ahead he saw a speck of white light, and maybe some green.... his great limbs stretched outward. His strides were long and his muscles worked vigorously, pounding beneath his golden pelt. The light in the distance grew now, twas just an opening in the brush, but it supplied all the hope in his mind that he needed. His haunched collected and he leaped through the brush, into the great white light. Upon his landing he found himself in a world greater than any he had seen before. His optics glanced over this new world, the one he would dub his home.
Breed: Quarter
Color: Buckskin
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.3
Alliance: Light
Past: ..... he speaks of it little .....
Example Post:
Orbs took in the new sights that lurked all around him. Lappets twitched ever so slightly at the hushed sound of snapping leaves and twigs beneath his heavy flints. He made his way through this dark forest quietly and quickly. His destination, somewhere better, somewhere nicer, somewhere he could make a difference to others. Determined pools were set upon one place, the path before him. This very path should lead him to his fate, his future, and the place where he could make a difference. He knew that he should venture to a world where he could do something good. This was his chance.
Golden stilts carried him quickly, though they were tired and weary from the long journey that he had traveled the past few days. Though his body begged him to rest, his mind pushed him forward and he would continue on until he was sure he had found the right place where he should belong. Thorns and brambles scratched at his coat, causing it to scar deeply. The night sky overhead was blocked partly by towering trees that seemed to close in on him. He quickened his pace. He heard the rustle of leaves behind him. He stopped. He craned his neck around, his optics narrowed. He looked for the source of this very noise. Nothing came to view. He put this sound behind him, for it must have been a woodland creature. But as he swung his crown back toward his destination he swore he saw a pair of nasty red gleaming eyes glaring out at him through the shadows.
He stood his ground and pushed forward. He was not alone in this forest. This was dark territory, he was sure of it. Up ahead he saw a speck of white light, and maybe some green.... his great limbs stretched outward. His strides were long and his muscles worked vigorously, pounding beneath his golden pelt. The light in the distance grew now, twas just an opening in the brush, but it supplied all the hope in his mind that he needed. His haunched collected and he leaped through the brush, into the great white light. Upon his landing he found himself in a world greater than any he had seen before. His optics glanced over this new world, the one he would dub his home.
