Post by BB on Jun 12, 2007 9:51:09 GMT -5
Name:Mentiras Que Sangran
Nickname:Menti'
Age:4
Breed:Fresain Mix
Height:15.2 Hands
Gender:Brute
Alliance:Dark, Duh What Did You Expect?
Main Color:storm hued
Mane and Tail Color: Ebony...
Personality: Let All Be Known,The brute himself his a lier, some say that when he was born, he already had a place marked in hell. His lyrics are viscously spoken...His auds stay pinned more than not, Thy doesn't even knew what the word love means, thy takes mares just for fun..Brute hates anything cute, and no one has ever been successful to break through his hate, and no one ever knows when he stops lieing... Just another Ice Cold Soul
Example Post:
Mentiras Que Sangran
xXFell Into DeathXx
Storm hued carcass was hauled through thee wretched land, pillars were stretched, Then Retreated. Oh' so slowly, Honestly, what was the point of running. Ebon' charred cords were shortened, from a dam'ed fight in thy old homeland. Carcass was tattered with scars from the past and present, thy was a scar himself.Auds were layin' on the thy crainuim, never twitching for The slightest sound.Plumes, charred and knotted,floated close to thee dirt ground that thy followed....Breeze of sweet smell blew through the cold wintered day, ebon', Ivory, Clouds were mixed for silver..whitened specks floated gingerly down 'pon thy. Damping, thy coat. Cold, sweeped into thy and cranium was shaken, yet no warmth would come..Dagged marks were left in thee whitened ground, ebon' orb's shifted to find small mare trailed the side, grin slicked itself onto thy pinkened maw. Snort was drawn and brute slipped over to the fem. Wait shifted to ebon' charred pills, frontened were struck out at the b'tch, who turned and 4-beated away..Cold chuckle seeped from thy, like the flaked stuff sweeped through thyself.. facade lowered, while nares took in the scent of new land..New Horses..More To Torture...
~ History: You Don't Wanna Know, Anyways He Won't Tell Ya
~ Picture:I'm Makin' it
Nickname:Menti'
Age:4
Breed:Fresain Mix
Height:15.2 Hands
Gender:Brute
Alliance:Dark, Duh What Did You Expect?
Main Color:storm hued
Mane and Tail Color: Ebony...
Personality: Let All Be Known,The brute himself his a lier, some say that when he was born, he already had a place marked in hell. His lyrics are viscously spoken...His auds stay pinned more than not, Thy doesn't even knew what the word love means, thy takes mares just for fun..Brute hates anything cute, and no one has ever been successful to break through his hate, and no one ever knows when he stops lieing... Just another Ice Cold Soul
Example Post:
Mentiras Que Sangran
xXFell Into DeathXx
Storm hued carcass was hauled through thee wretched land, pillars were stretched, Then Retreated. Oh' so slowly, Honestly, what was the point of running. Ebon' charred cords were shortened, from a dam'ed fight in thy old homeland. Carcass was tattered with scars from the past and present, thy was a scar himself.Auds were layin' on the thy crainuim, never twitching for The slightest sound.Plumes, charred and knotted,floated close to thee dirt ground that thy followed....Breeze of sweet smell blew through the cold wintered day, ebon', Ivory, Clouds were mixed for silver..whitened specks floated gingerly down 'pon thy. Damping, thy coat. Cold, sweeped into thy and cranium was shaken, yet no warmth would come..Dagged marks were left in thee whitened ground, ebon' orb's shifted to find small mare trailed the side, grin slicked itself onto thy pinkened maw. Snort was drawn and brute slipped over to the fem. Wait shifted to ebon' charred pills, frontened were struck out at the b'tch, who turned and 4-beated away..Cold chuckle seeped from thy, like the flaked stuff sweeped through thyself.. facade lowered, while nares took in the scent of new land..New Horses..More To Torture...
~ History: You Don't Wanna Know, Anyways He Won't Tell Ya
~ Picture:I'm Makin' it
