Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 10, 2008 13:57:20 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Rules[/glow] 1. You should, of course always follow the main rules of MA3. 2. Instead of your post being a minimum of 100 words, I would please ask you to make your posts 140 words. I like description and words from the heart. I do not believe in quantity but quality. Of course the posts can be a little less than 140 words but you still have to get your point across. 3. Um yeah that is the only rule that I wanted to add to this Terra because I am kinda getting bored (Not with all of you lovely people, but some of you) 4. Any mares that want to RP can simply start a new thread in this land and Zarian will reply to them. I don't always find the time to go searching for you but you can definitely find me in the shadows.
Thank you for reading, any questions or comments reply or pm me.
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Mar 26, 2009 18:14:58 GMT -5
Zarian is currently looking for one warrior (Mare or Stallion) to help him defend his lands. (Other then Carpe Diem and Snyper) so if you have a equine to fill the spot please post.
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Post by katiekitten on May 7, 2009 20:20:51 GMT -5
Aisad"Dont breathe Dont make a sound 'cause the song won't stop 'till the tape runs out When melody has nothing to hold I'll be the last sound that you hear as your eyes close" I don’t know who the fuck you are, or sincerely give a damn. I can fight, I can run, if you give me something to chase, and I will serve you for as long as I can. I have no interest in land or mares, and truly I seek only a place to be until I can- Well.
Gender: Stallion Age: Four Breed: True Tarpan
He stands at thirteen hands, with an umber coat that stretches across his entire, slightly stocky frame. A long, although tufty mane follows the arch of his neck, his pelt darkening at the roots to meld into it, interrupted only by a thick, white line of a scar that weaves across his upper shoulders.
Current condition: After being dragged a full league downriver after a closely fought fight on the borders of Verita moutain, he is suffering from a minor case of exposure and a slightly twisted ankle that will heal by the end of fall, although a limp may emerge for through out the next month after exstrenuous activity. But as a result of his trip, he managed to catch an ear infection that will leave him permanently death in one ear, and the resulting fever will weaken him for at least a few days. Could I apply him for the open warrior job? If it still remains, o' course.
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