Post by london on Oct 6, 2008 10:43:23 GMT -5
Post Status; complete.
Post Claiming; anyone.
There is a history behind each and every soul that roams the earthen lands. Is there not? So I am not any different. My past haunts me like it does some others. Here I am traveling a land of loan mares, in search of perhaps one that may be marked as my goddess. My cranium filled with horrific thoughts, my mood quite daring to say the least. Any that would be foolish enough to test my temper would perhaps be brought into a mess upon the lush green vegetation. Thorax rose and dropped back as a sigh erupted forth of my chambers. I tried as hard as it could be done to calm the nerves that tensed below my pelt. Why was I searching for a belle on such a day of harsh thinking? Because, if a dame was able enough to stand me upon this day she'd be quite handsome within my eyes.
Ebonite bulk stood tall. I was a rather large equine with a lush onyx tassel and mane. The threads upon my nape hid a large scar, one that proved my past as a harsh one. Smaller scars were found upon my flanks. I ignored them for they were not too bad or too easily seen from others.
Hollows took within them the aroma of this land. No scent of a belle came across quite yet. Although I'd wait plenty of days for one to come forth, any willing to test thee. Deep rouge visionaries looked about, searching for some sort of amusement, or perhaps an object to past time with. Nothing came in sight so there I stood, well rested from nights travel, with thoughts exploding in any which direction within my brain pad. Now, would any be daring enough to tempt me?
Post Claiming; anyone.
There is a history behind each and every soul that roams the earthen lands. Is there not? So I am not any different. My past haunts me like it does some others. Here I am traveling a land of loan mares, in search of perhaps one that may be marked as my goddess. My cranium filled with horrific thoughts, my mood quite daring to say the least. Any that would be foolish enough to test my temper would perhaps be brought into a mess upon the lush green vegetation. Thorax rose and dropped back as a sigh erupted forth of my chambers. I tried as hard as it could be done to calm the nerves that tensed below my pelt. Why was I searching for a belle on such a day of harsh thinking? Because, if a dame was able enough to stand me upon this day she'd be quite handsome within my eyes.
Ebonite bulk stood tall. I was a rather large equine with a lush onyx tassel and mane. The threads upon my nape hid a large scar, one that proved my past as a harsh one. Smaller scars were found upon my flanks. I ignored them for they were not too bad or too easily seen from others.
Hollows took within them the aroma of this land. No scent of a belle came across quite yet. Although I'd wait plenty of days for one to come forth, any willing to test thee. Deep rouge visionaries looked about, searching for some sort of amusement, or perhaps an object to past time with. Nothing came in sight so there I stood, well rested from nights travel, with thoughts exploding in any which direction within my brain pad. Now, would any be daring enough to tempt me?