Post by dreamcloud on Jun 25, 2007 14:11:19 GMT -5
i hope i can post this here, if not please tell me...
these are my charries, those i play...
all is copyrighted to me, please do not steal!
these are my charries, those i play...
all is copyrighted to me, please do not steal!
Name: alata
Nickname: ala
Age: 4
Breed: mustang xXx tb
Height: 15.3hh
Gender: bitch
Alliance: dark
Main Color: ebonice
Mane and Tail Color: ebonice
Personality: (no other bitch, measures up to she...)
nothing scares me, no promise no love, no stud or mare will ever make me back down. my games are not always fair, but they are my rules, made up as i go. my skills at acting are fair, and i often enjoy tricking a stud into giving me power. my bod of ebonice silk is slick as my rotten mind, dare touch me and you will pay stare and prepare to die. at times i am silent, when you are not worthy of my words, but get in my way and you will pay. i have one goal, to be the darkest of us all and too rule all the lands and all the quines, even the lights and thier heaven divine...
Example Post:
a l a t a
dare you play my game?
&&my bod
sleek as night and fast as lighting i am a storm in the bod of an equine, with sass and class i moved through this nearly empty terrice. was i too late, had another stolen my part? oh well how swell, i smelt her. nares falred and anger geared i slid to a halt. with auds pinned and flaming optics i glared around, tiara low close to the ground i dug ferociously. a image of perfection, my beauty was evident but forbidden as well. a pretty wench i am, but few dare to stare for no live to tell the tale. seductive and minipulative a little bitch... call me what you please but it will never change the fact that i have yet to loose, and yet to hear the word no. So no, i will not leave and i will never back down, my pelt of scared perfection stands in an angry but elegant frame waiting for him to speak or ask my name...
[=]is forbidden
&&my mind
i can smell her, even in the fresh rain her scent is strong. She is the only one who stands in my way, i hope she is not smart. I hope her bod flaws in many ways mine does not, and i hope my plan to overcome this place is a sucsess. What can i do to rid him of her? a battle would be easy but i know he would never let me kill her, what am i saying i have yet to meet this beast. i however doubt she will welcome me. The best way to approach this is how? shall i play my games, and use my witt? Or shall the batt of an eyelash do the trick? I know neither will be as dark as me, no equine was a match for me. Many battles won i would never back down, you would have to drag me dead to get me out of this place...
[=]thinks
&&my vocals ring
To him I call, the slow king. my scent is strong and calls to studs, of that i am sure, but why is he so slow? Foredaggers lift from the sod and once more i call to the ugly ass that rules this place. My vocals are icy and cool for sure, but they bear a feminine style, a hint of seduction. demanding and harsh i asure the brute another dark has intruded his palace, another dark who demands his presence...
[=]an evil call
&&i wait...
auds pinned, tiara low. daggers dig a deep hole, into the ground i thrust my hate. optics of fire and hate blaze in lovley contrast with my ebony coat. shimmering perfectly, my frame bears few flaws and the most are scars. my digging doesnt stop, and my face takes no rest from its current state of hate. from afar i may appear beautiful and breathtaking, but if you dare to stare, i will show you how i play my game. eyes on me please, for one wrong step could send you right to jail...
[=] not well at all...
the rules are all mine...
~ History: (a messed up past, for a messed up me...)
born into a dark herd, my mother was beat to death when i was only monthes old. a new hag was found for me, being the princess of darks i was spoiled to that i will admit. but as my father lost me, another ass stole me i realised that it was for the better. with ease i killed the lord who tried to get a foal from me and ever since i have been running free, causing cahos and searching for the right lands to overtake. just try and take it from me... you will see...
(a messed up family, to match me...)
my father is the darkest bastard himself, mustang race with a rapid pace he towers 16.3hh
my mother, a decendant of war admiral himself, i did not know i was a mistake...
(meh be warned shes a crazy backstabber but also gorgeous and attractive, very seductive...)
imaged;;
Nickname: ala
Age: 4
Breed: mustang xXx tb
Height: 15.3hh
Gender: bitch
Alliance: dark
Main Color: ebonice
Mane and Tail Color: ebonice
Personality: (no other bitch, measures up to she...)
nothing scares me, no promise no love, no stud or mare will ever make me back down. my games are not always fair, but they are my rules, made up as i go. my skills at acting are fair, and i often enjoy tricking a stud into giving me power. my bod of ebonice silk is slick as my rotten mind, dare touch me and you will pay stare and prepare to die. at times i am silent, when you are not worthy of my words, but get in my way and you will pay. i have one goal, to be the darkest of us all and too rule all the lands and all the quines, even the lights and thier heaven divine...
Example Post:
a l a t a
dare you play my game?
&&my bod
sleek as night and fast as lighting i am a storm in the bod of an equine, with sass and class i moved through this nearly empty terrice. was i too late, had another stolen my part? oh well how swell, i smelt her. nares falred and anger geared i slid to a halt. with auds pinned and flaming optics i glared around, tiara low close to the ground i dug ferociously. a image of perfection, my beauty was evident but forbidden as well. a pretty wench i am, but few dare to stare for no live to tell the tale. seductive and minipulative a little bitch... call me what you please but it will never change the fact that i have yet to loose, and yet to hear the word no. So no, i will not leave and i will never back down, my pelt of scared perfection stands in an angry but elegant frame waiting for him to speak or ask my name...
[=]is forbidden
&&my mind
i can smell her, even in the fresh rain her scent is strong. She is the only one who stands in my way, i hope she is not smart. I hope her bod flaws in many ways mine does not, and i hope my plan to overcome this place is a sucsess. What can i do to rid him of her? a battle would be easy but i know he would never let me kill her, what am i saying i have yet to meet this beast. i however doubt she will welcome me. The best way to approach this is how? shall i play my games, and use my witt? Or shall the batt of an eyelash do the trick? I know neither will be as dark as me, no equine was a match for me. Many battles won i would never back down, you would have to drag me dead to get me out of this place...
[=]thinks
&&my vocals ring
To him I call, the slow king. my scent is strong and calls to studs, of that i am sure, but why is he so slow? Foredaggers lift from the sod and once more i call to the ugly ass that rules this place. My vocals are icy and cool for sure, but they bear a feminine style, a hint of seduction. demanding and harsh i asure the brute another dark has intruded his palace, another dark who demands his presence...
[=]an evil call
&&i wait...
auds pinned, tiara low. daggers dig a deep hole, into the ground i thrust my hate. optics of fire and hate blaze in lovley contrast with my ebony coat. shimmering perfectly, my frame bears few flaws and the most are scars. my digging doesnt stop, and my face takes no rest from its current state of hate. from afar i may appear beautiful and breathtaking, but if you dare to stare, i will show you how i play my game. eyes on me please, for one wrong step could send you right to jail...
[=] not well at all...
the rules are all mine...
~ History: (a messed up past, for a messed up me...)
born into a dark herd, my mother was beat to death when i was only monthes old. a new hag was found for me, being the princess of darks i was spoiled to that i will admit. but as my father lost me, another ass stole me i realised that it was for the better. with ease i killed the lord who tried to get a foal from me and ever since i have been running free, causing cahos and searching for the right lands to overtake. just try and take it from me... you will see...
(a messed up family, to match me...)
my father is the darkest bastard himself, mustang race with a rapid pace he towers 16.3hh
my mother, a decendant of war admiral himself, i did not know i was a mistake...
(meh be warned shes a crazy backstabber but also gorgeous and attractive, very seductive...)
imaged;;
Name: Dreamcloud
Nickname: dream
Age: 6
Breed: paint
Height: 15.1hh
Gender: dove
Alliance: light
Main Color: piebald
Mane and Tail Color: black and white
Personality: (a shy dove, of humble begginings)
i think myself equal to you, and i know how to earn ones respect. my temper is none exsistant and i know not how to be angry. my heart is pure and eyes so soft, i will never wrong you...)
Example Post:
with her... i will dig something up...
old but i am lazy, newer post in my other horse
d r e a m
its true, im not what i used to be...
Looking to him the dove was so happy, her sun had grown matured soo well. Looking to him she saw much of his father, he had been blessed with her color but it had dappled. Wench envied his spring in his gait, the energy he wore. Dove was only 10, this was true many years were to come hopefully 10 years or more. Her lack of movement and activity was not only the cold weather, but since her rebel left her the wench had barley taken the time to look after herself, this sickness that ruled her... it was pulling her down. Dove knew she was hagged and her appearence was a sorry sight, but with no-one to care for her and love her like she had loved them the reasons to eat each day had faded. Alone on this planet it was not easy, so much to think of. Hearing of the lead and his third foal, he was not much younger than she, and still he ruled these lands well. Perhaps she was a failure but the more she thought the more it hurt, so once more her optics were staring at her son...
His words were kind, and true. Maiden understood how busy he had been, tahari... orr his spirit had told her of his happiness. Dream closed her eyes for a moment, she pictures them years ago, her pelt was glossy and her optics were so bright, stride was elegant and full of energy. Beside her ran little othar, he was such a cute babe, on the other side a grown stag.. his frame was quite similar to the stud before her. Tear rolled down her cheek, it was the last one she would shed, it fell the to terrices snow plaged ground, leaving a hole in the snow, much like the one it had left in her heart. Maiden looked to her son, and for a moment she thought hard, soo hard of what she would do. Her son had returned to find her in such a state, so ashamed she was. She had been a decent enough mother to get him this far, but as she looked at him, and his father she wandered why like them she could not be happy, and healthy. Auds perked forward and she nodded to her son, vocals were sweet and kind like always...
My son, i know i look blind but i can assure you i see the glances to my horrid appearence. Please do not worry of me my boy, go on i am excited to hear of the lucky dove you have met...
Painted banshee was wise, as she looked to her son the grown stag she realised her life had not been a total waste. She had blessed this place with one amazing son, deserving of everything but she had nothing, nothing to give to him... no promises to make. Looking to him she tried to hide the look but she knew her bue optics would spill it all. Working hard to lift her tiara, keep it from falling she fought a battle to keep the look of a failure as a mother form her quids. Barley winning she managed to call to Vyshur, perhaps he would like to know of Othar and how well he was fairing. As her auds were perked the wench looked about, the willows bore bark she would have to eat, for her ribs were starting to show under the dull pelt she bore. Such a failure she thought, what has happened to me? For my son i will do anything, now i must smile and pretend everything is well, as each day i question why, i question why i am here...
On the outside i am old and gray, but from the in i am the same in nearly every way...
~ History: (nothing special from me...)
born like a normal filly, she grew up loved and no differnet from anyother filly;;
my childhood i remeber well, my mother painted much like me and much of my family. though the harem was chased apart, i had to depart. i wished not be caught by another, so i wander alone in hopes of a home. (i am gunna stop the lame creepy ryhming now!!) without a family this is the first time i have been on my own, never has another stud bred me, never has my heart beat faster for another. a sheltered life i lived and i have learnt to trust all, no matter what they tell me. though some amount of fear runs through me, for this land is new and unexplored...
~ Picture:
Nickname: dream
Age: 6
Breed: paint
Height: 15.1hh
Gender: dove
Alliance: light
Main Color: piebald
Mane and Tail Color: black and white
Personality: (a shy dove, of humble begginings)
i think myself equal to you, and i know how to earn ones respect. my temper is none exsistant and i know not how to be angry. my heart is pure and eyes so soft, i will never wrong you...)
Example Post:
with her... i will dig something up...
old but i am lazy, newer post in my other horse
d r e a m
its true, im not what i used to be...
Looking to him the dove was so happy, her sun had grown matured soo well. Looking to him she saw much of his father, he had been blessed with her color but it had dappled. Wench envied his spring in his gait, the energy he wore. Dove was only 10, this was true many years were to come hopefully 10 years or more. Her lack of movement and activity was not only the cold weather, but since her rebel left her the wench had barley taken the time to look after herself, this sickness that ruled her... it was pulling her down. Dove knew she was hagged and her appearence was a sorry sight, but with no-one to care for her and love her like she had loved them the reasons to eat each day had faded. Alone on this planet it was not easy, so much to think of. Hearing of the lead and his third foal, he was not much younger than she, and still he ruled these lands well. Perhaps she was a failure but the more she thought the more it hurt, so once more her optics were staring at her son...
His words were kind, and true. Maiden understood how busy he had been, tahari... orr his spirit had told her of his happiness. Dream closed her eyes for a moment, she pictures them years ago, her pelt was glossy and her optics were so bright, stride was elegant and full of energy. Beside her ran little othar, he was such a cute babe, on the other side a grown stag.. his frame was quite similar to the stud before her. Tear rolled down her cheek, it was the last one she would shed, it fell the to terrices snow plaged ground, leaving a hole in the snow, much like the one it had left in her heart. Maiden looked to her son, and for a moment she thought hard, soo hard of what she would do. Her son had returned to find her in such a state, so ashamed she was. She had been a decent enough mother to get him this far, but as she looked at him, and his father she wandered why like them she could not be happy, and healthy. Auds perked forward and she nodded to her son, vocals were sweet and kind like always...
My son, i know i look blind but i can assure you i see the glances to my horrid appearence. Please do not worry of me my boy, go on i am excited to hear of the lucky dove you have met...
Painted banshee was wise, as she looked to her son the grown stag she realised her life had not been a total waste. She had blessed this place with one amazing son, deserving of everything but she had nothing, nothing to give to him... no promises to make. Looking to him she tried to hide the look but she knew her bue optics would spill it all. Working hard to lift her tiara, keep it from falling she fought a battle to keep the look of a failure as a mother form her quids. Barley winning she managed to call to Vyshur, perhaps he would like to know of Othar and how well he was fairing. As her auds were perked the wench looked about, the willows bore bark she would have to eat, for her ribs were starting to show under the dull pelt she bore. Such a failure she thought, what has happened to me? For my son i will do anything, now i must smile and pretend everything is well, as each day i question why, i question why i am here...
On the outside i am old and gray, but from the in i am the same in nearly every way...
~ History: (nothing special from me...)
born like a normal filly, she grew up loved and no differnet from anyother filly;;
my childhood i remeber well, my mother painted much like me and much of my family. though the harem was chased apart, i had to depart. i wished not be caught by another, so i wander alone in hopes of a home. (i am gunna stop the lame creepy ryhming now!!) without a family this is the first time i have been on my own, never has another stud bred me, never has my heart beat faster for another. a sheltered life i lived and i have learnt to trust all, no matter what they tell me. though some amount of fear runs through me, for this land is new and unexplored...
~ Picture: