Post by Miro on Sept 27, 2005 12:21:02 GMT -5
Name: Miro
Color: Black
Gender: Mare
Breed: Unknown, some friesian or andalusian influence
Race: Horse
Alliance: Dark
Sample...
[ And it is only in my dreams that I permit myself to be insane ]
Silence. It echoed from the lands, stirring the leaves from the trees. It was split with the ferocity of a tiger, so suddenly it was left crippled. Daggers pierced the ground, creating thick beats through the otherwise silent lands. Birds shot from trees, not from the noise but the sheer presence they felt coming upon them. A fae, pelt ashen yet so fearsomely dark, shot through the lands. Her flints were cracked and broken like a shattered tree, the cracks caked with blood and dirt, yet they were as strong as those of a well kept shire. Her orbs leaked and cuts lined them, yet they were as alert and terrifying as those of a hawk. Her bodice weakened and smothered with layers of blood and sweat, yet as seductive and sleek as that of a wolf. She halted suddenly, zeniths pirouetting like dancers 'pon her crown, and watched. She watched anything. Flowers wilted from her mere prescience, death with every step she took
Color: Black
Gender: Mare
Breed: Unknown, some friesian or andalusian influence
Race: Horse
Alliance: Dark
Sample...
[ And it is only in my dreams that I permit myself to be insane ]
Silence. It echoed from the lands, stirring the leaves from the trees. It was split with the ferocity of a tiger, so suddenly it was left crippled. Daggers pierced the ground, creating thick beats through the otherwise silent lands. Birds shot from trees, not from the noise but the sheer presence they felt coming upon them. A fae, pelt ashen yet so fearsomely dark, shot through the lands. Her flints were cracked and broken like a shattered tree, the cracks caked with blood and dirt, yet they were as strong as those of a well kept shire. Her orbs leaked and cuts lined them, yet they were as alert and terrifying as those of a hawk. Her bodice weakened and smothered with layers of blood and sweat, yet as seductive and sleek as that of a wolf. She halted suddenly, zeniths pirouetting like dancers 'pon her crown, and watched. She watched anything. Flowers wilted from her mere prescience, death with every step she took
