MEMBER NAME: Yuri! MAIN CHARACTERS: Rozene, Timeless, Yuri EXAMPLE THREAD
Yuri gets the award for Member of the Moment this time, because she has been here for such a long time, and still remains active, and extremely creative. She never says anything bad about someone, or their characters, and her deep respect for everyone is what makes her so great! Her characters are always unique and fresh, and she's never afriad to play them with less advanced role players. With all of her dramatic plots and crazy ideas, she is a great asset to this site. A great mentor for new players, Yuri is without a doubt, spectacular.
Pink, better know as Pinkers, or Pinkalicious- is a cutie pie French Trotter stallion, with a solid black body. You know, except for the hot pink eyes he has, and the man-made hot pink spiral running down his back left leg. He was known as a freak before coming to Flaming Passions, where he found a friend in a strange mare, named Holocaust. They became friends, and Holocaust showed him the Royal Healing Heavens, where they met the king, Zagan. Pink was allowed to live there, with Holocaust, and he soon realised he might like her more than just a friend. But when Holocaust met head-on with the Infection, and nearly died, he had to save her life. And because she was so grateful, ( and turned on ), they ended up having twin fillies. Now that Holocaust is gone- what will come of Pink? You'll have to wait to find out.
THEIR NAMES:Timeless & Nukpana RESIDENCE:Roaming Lands
Time and Nuk, being an extremely adorable couple- win the Couple of the Moment award this time. Though their romance is far from perfect, with their herd lands being eliminated, and having had Pinball Wizard take Timeless; they still mange to find love, and strength in each other. When Time was stolen, Nuk went crazy, desperate for her company once again. Time wasn't too fond of Pinball Wizard after that either, until things began to settle down a bit, when Nuk and Time realised nothing could seperate them- not even their new found "friend" Pinball Wizard. Theirs is a truely touching, and inspiring story.
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Re: A light in the night « Result #1 Today at 7:59am »
I gazed around the area. Dead leaves and grasses lay, frost-covered. I guessed that this must look absolutely wonderful in the spring-time. Probably a wonderful place for foals to prance and play. I grimaced and forced myself not to envision Natasha'a and I's unborn foal.
He would be a colt, feirce and wild. He would be buckskin, like his mother, and have the 4 socks that I had. He would love to race me, and I would trot to make him feel like he could beat me. Then we would take a nap in the long, lush green grass. No harm would come to us. It was so close. I could almost feel it. I could smell the colt. I could- wait.
I realized that my auds had closed and that I was swaying back and forth gently with the wind. I sighed, then sucked in a deep breath of air. I wasn't smelling my son...
My eyes studied the frozen tundra, flying to any movement that I could see. Then, I saw it- him. He smelled earthly, like he had not been around horses for a while. His small head peeked out from behind an oak tree and I looked away quickly, pretending not to see him. I didn't know what to do. I could act tough, or show this harmless foal my true inner-heart. I could show that I was a light, or I could be friendly.
Hello, there. I crooned, looking at the foal once more. My palomino bodice itched to canter toward him, to ask where his mother was, and to comfort him. But I did not want to frighten this small being. I took a few small steps forward, and lowered my head until it was almost touching the ground to show that I meant no harm.
I am Night Light. You are...? Another small step closer. Where is your family? Your herd? Your mother? I spoke slow so that I would not scare the little colt.
Re: When You've Got Nothing Else (.open.) « Result #3 Today at 7:50am »
Reference picture. I am not taking any credit for this photograph
OSTANA
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.The memories of me.
~Will seem more like bad dreams~
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.Just a series of blurs.
~Like I never occurred~
V The white fae studied the cliff carefully. Apparently it was once, or still is, the hot-spot for suicidal wolves. She snorted ever so lightly and turned away from it again. Her long stilts carried her to a nice spot where the snow still hung on in the heat of this new land's winter. If winter were this bad, then surely summer and spring would be murder. Gratefully, Ostana sunk into the snow bank. The coolness of ice and water made her feel less homesick; the snow substituted her comfort zone. She had been born and raised on the tundra-like islands. She had survived in her pack's den, even when two of her siblings were snatched by a white falcon before they were old enough to hunt with the pack. Shivers ran up her spine, not from the cold, of course. Hawks and falcons were strong, hard to kill and intelligent in a cold, cold way. V A sound alerted the femme's attention; paw steps. She still sat in the snow bank, confident she blended in perfectly. Except for the light dusting of black and grey on her white, royal mane. She heard a sound of crouching and approaching. A slight smirk played on her maw as she identified the source. So a -male-was going to sneak up on her? She let out a warning growl, deep, like a brute's almost, but lighter and more... menacing. "Ello M'lady, what is a gorgeous wolf like you doin' alone out here?" V The voice confirmed her speculations and she turned from the snow bank and peered into the shadows. Look for black on black, she told herself with patience. A flash of small white, then it was gone. But it had been enough. The white shadow flashed up from her crouched position, soaring easily into the air, like a falcon, she thought lightly, before landing on the tundra-like earth. Before she, or the male, knew it she was standing across from the stranger, her eyes glinting dangerously. "No need for flattery, and I can perfectly take care of myself, thank you." V The femme knew her voice was at a monotone at the time, as she had wanted it that time. She sounded expressionless, and her entire body language reflected nothing. Except, of course, for her eyes that flashed in the early light. The snow-painted femme turned up her auds and looked over a nearby ridge. In an absent toned voice she asked the male a simple question. "Are your caribou any good here? Or do you only have those shorter and skinnier beasts?" V She scanned the air, for vibrations and sounds and smells. Her long banner held high, as she refused to submit to this stranger. He had to earn her respect. She studied the male carefully, slanting her eyes toward him. He was large, but not nearly as large as her. He had one black paw, which had given him away before she had come barreling upon him. A smirk was now making itself comfortable on her pretty, lean face. She wondered briefly if she should have attacked the brute, but he looked promising for an ally in this new land. Plus, she needed two respectable friends to hunt with her. Turning her black-eyed gaze back on the brute, she also wondered what his name was. Well, too late to ask that.
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Re: Come What May {open to all} « Result #5 Today at 1:00am »
Joyeux Noel
[x]The grey mare stood ever so quietly, engulfed by the forest. She was dozing off when her auds suddenly pivoted towards a nearby voice. Hello there. The words drew her out of her trance, and she cracked an eye open, casting her glance about for the source of the words. Her eyes alighted on a stallion standing a few yards away. She opened her eye wider, turning slightly. As she looked her over quickly, she made a mental note of his image.
[x]The stallion was a deep, rich umber, with splashes of ebony on his tail, legs, and thorns. He stood tall, and his nose curved out from his face, like hers. He had no shortage of battle scars. One, she noticed, ran down the length of his face, and other down his neck. These did not bother her though, and she continued her examination. He stood tall, maybe taller than her, and seemed to be very relaxed. However, Joyeux still felt slightly uncomfortable, and she knew why. This was the closest she'd ever been to a stallion. She didn't distrust this horse, but she was unsure of what to do.
[x]The fem stepped backwards slightly, tossing her head a little, her eyes still locked on the stallion. She inhaled deeply, calming herself, unbunching her tightened muscles. As her nares opened, she got a good smell of the stallion. He had a foreign odor to him that she could not recognize...but that was probably the stallion scent. As for emotions, she could detect none, and the other equine's face was a mask, unreadable. She pawed the ground subconciously, still anxious. Blue orbs glanced up at the stallion again as she stood, fidgeting nervously.
[x]"Hello" she said nervously. "I'm Joyeux Noel, but most call me Joyeux."May I inquire after your name?"
Re: how did it end up like this. [open] « Result #6 Today at 12:08am »
As the previously collapsed wolf let loose a defying snarl, Snap once again grinned. Oh, so there was some fight in her after all. Good. Giving up so quickly on life was just a little too pathetic. It returned some of Snap's faith in her kind to persevere and beat the odds, even when everything seemed against them. Her yellow eyes met those of the other wolf as she attempted to get herself to her paws again, visibly struggling but refusing to let such a minor detail deter her from her current mission. The gray colored she-wolf breathed out a short laugh, her expression bright with amusement as she nodded her head. "Why yes, it is."
When the young wolf finally drew herself up into a sitting position, Snap took her moment to skim over her body, making her own assessments to the current state of the young canine. Young seemed to fit right. Her body with spindly and lean, and her paws still a little too big for her growing body. She also seemed in great need of some cleaning up, looking ragged and unkept. There seemed to be plenty of improvements that could have been made all the way around, but Snap kept them to herself, the small list mentally tucked away for the time being.
Her ears twitched slightly atop her head, and she let her head slide a bit to the right and tilt curiously as she looked at the smaller wolf. "And so young too. A real shame," Snap muttered softly, actual disappointment sliding into her otherwise amused voice. Even though she'd never had any of her own, snap had always been fond of young wolves and their innocent minds. They were adorable, naive, and so easily corruptible. Their young minds could easily be molded into the perfect kind of wolf for any sort of position, if the right kind of teacher came along. Her eyes narrowed slightly with a new found interest as she smiled slyly in the wolf's direction, her head leaning to tilt in the opposite direction. "Tell me, why is one so young so alone, and so close to suicide?" the gray she-wolf questioned, her tail flicking lightly against the cold snowy ground.
itsallcomingback. « Result #7 Yesterday at 11:45pm »
Name: Karma Callista Species: Horse Breed: Paint x Dutch Warm blood x Thoroughbred Age: Three Gender: Female Alliance: Dark Coat Colour: Dark blue roan. Markings: White brindling along her back, neck and withers. Four white stockings (the back are above-her-belly-high). White tipped left ear and a white marking on her right eye and darker barring on her front legs. Height: Seventeen hands History: Karma grew up in a abnormal dark herd. The only reason she was born was to feed the sexual appetite of the dark royal king. Her father had disobeyed the royal king so therefore had to promise him his first born daughter as a slave to his needs. This didn’t last too long though; Karma grew to a astonishing seventeen hands tall and became more muscular than any other mare in the herds. She knew her purpose and didn’t like it at all. She was not to be disrespected and because of this he king had her locked up for ignoring his orders. Though Karma pulled through her punishment this didn’t teach her to respect the king. She mortally wounded him and let her father finish him, her father became the royal king and so with that Karma decided her job had been done. She finally left her lands in search of something better, something to feed her appetite for excitement. Personality: Karma is a power seeker, the only way you’ll get her to respect you is to show her the same. She does not take kindly to being bossed around and will rather snap your neck then tell you off. She’s pretty much a bitch but if a stallion has the power she wants she will try her hardest to seduce him. Though power interests her she is keen to have her casual flings with stallions that can measure up to her standards. In all she’s a power hungry, flirtatious bitch that doesn’t respect a single soul. Other: She is delusional and often sees a hallucination of a black and blue tiger named Kendo that talks to her through telepathy.
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Re: Come What May {open to all} « Result #8 Yesterday at 11:18pm »
FALKOR!
I live a lifestyle full of first impressions, I've got my hands full of unhealthy obsessions.
Quiet breaths left his airways rhythmically with the rise and fall of his ivory and mocha ribcage and the muffled beats of his feather veiled hooves. Uniquely spotted thorns flicked lazily atop his roman-nosed skull, his taupe hooves dragging every few strides for lack of effort. The thick canopy above provided deep, cool shadows that created strange patterns over his mocha and ivory molted varnish roan hide. With a smack of his ivory and ebon, mocha and russet whipcord he gave himself a shake, continuing on completely relaxed, a rare thing for him, relaxing meant allowing him to be exactly him, who he was, and that generally didn't mean anything good for anyone that stumbled across him now. Of course this was only because of the brutal teachings forcefully beaten into him since he was only a weanling and then booted off into the kidnapper's military along with all the other colts from his birth herd.
His skull bobbed casually with his steps, pure ivory forelock being tossed from one side to the other of his scarred visage, his deep emerald lenses, ringed with ice blue around the iris gazed over his surroundings. His nostrils flexed, the smell of sweat, blood and other not necessarily pleasant things filling his lungs as he did so. With a heavy exhale he released the air once more, the vapors invisible in the humid air, his flanks and neck already slightly dampened from sweat.
He froze, thorns flicking alertly atop his skull as he listened to the faint sound of trickling water, a quiet 'splish splash' and then no more, followed by the quiet puffs of another equine's breathing as he neared. His lips twitched faintly in unidentifiable emotion as he stalked along, his head low as he prowled towards the other equine. He continued until he stepped through another bunch of thick foliage and encountered the other equine. A rather refined dapple grey mare who seemed to be enjoying the peace as she stood there in a relaxed state. He took another few calculated steps towards her, coming to a halt and raising his skull once more, his mocha and russet mane sliding across his neck and covering most of the brutal scar across his throat and down his neck though the other scars were unhideable, the large jagged one on the left side of his face that started above his eye socket and ended below his nostril and the many scattered over his shoulders and sides rather prominent.
He remained calm as he tilted his head slightly, a quiet snort leaving his lungs as he cast his gaze upon her, flicking his multi-hued whipcord lazily.
Hello there. [/color]
------------------------------------------- Meh xp haven't rped him in quite a while.
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Re: Jump into my hell {Open To All} « Result #10 Yesterday at 9:58pm »
I'll Make You Scream & Crush You Underneath
Griffin kept his elegant boa low, his forlock falling in his darkened eyes. The little mare seemed quite agitated at the conversation. At that, a darkened and deep chuckiling rumbled within his broad and large chest. As Album tossed her head in an enraged way, Griffin felt another chuckle trying to break it's way up within his throat, though he felt a sweetness at the anger brewing in the air. Lifting his head a bit, his thorns swiveled forward, his demonic eyes scanning her over once more. To pretty to lose, and to beautiful to kill.
The large stag lifted his whole boa now, his muscles rippiling, dark banner lifted by the wind, revealing mutliple scars on his throat and neck. "Ah, so you were a pampered little human pony." he snickered out. Seeing that she wanted to run, so he began to circle her, like a large and hate hungry bird of prey. As he circled like a shark, he let his golden tipped tail brush against her ankles gently. "Human pets are very pampered, and do not know the full troubles of natural life Album. You never had to wither winters without your mother or fight off other blood thirtsty animals to survive." His circiling became a bit more constricted, close enough for his large and muscular flanks to brush against her.
"Besides, you are ripe, and you have more then the wild to worry about. You have your unbearing belly to worry about, from hormonal stags who wish to breed you and prouduce a strong foal to survive our life." he nickered out, his thorns swiveling forward as he gently nipped her shoulder and pulled away, his circiling stopping, his eyes leveled with hers once more. "Besides...I can see the darkness in you. You are no nuetral Album Credits"
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Re: When You've Got Nothing Else (.open.) « Result #11 Yesterday at 9:57pm »
Shadowfang trotted on as he scouted across the land in search of prey. His ear swiveled back and fro as the listend for waves to catch their attention. Blue eyes scanned the scape in search of food to catch. The black shadow moved evenly throught the trees as he blended in with the shadows. 3 black paws and one white padded on as he marched on towards the cliff. Knowing what was at the bottom he still like to glance down there every once and awhile to see if anything new was there. Stopping in his tracks he caught the scent of another wolf. Female of course but he didnt see her. As he bagan to look closely around he saw her. A tall wolf she sat near the cliff. She blended in so perfectly. He wanted to approach her he knew he was a ladies man ,but would she attack him or let him woo her. Slowly creeping forward. He spoke to her from the shadows. He was completely invisible in the shadows. He sat and wrapped his tail around his white paw. "Ello M'lady what a gergous wolf like you doin alone out here?"
Re: Jump into my hell {Open To All} « Result #12 Yesterday at 9:42pm »
Album Credits
You don't deserve the credit, dear. 'Cause the list goes on and on
V The mare whisked her long tail in mild annoyance at the stallion's remark. So he did like the faes upset, yes? Well good for him, she thought with a silent snicker. Her thoughts drifted back to a simpler time of her's where she had only worried about petty competitions and ranking within a petty little paddock herd. Now she had to worry about her life, her belly, and her virginity. She tossed her grey head before the stag spoke again. "Though hate is much more delicious then anger my dear. Though, I can sense in you, that you know the same thing as I have said, and that you have experienced your own tasteful hate." V A small smirk played on her maw, again, as he spoke again. He saw well, he did. But all she saw in him was a brewing darkness. He lowered his dial and boa low to see into Album Credit's eyes. "Though I cannont imagine what that would have been." V They were a sort of taunt, and she looked away for a moment, before speaking. "My life was once better, Griffin. Though I didn't even know my dam. I was destined to be the best of the best of what I was born to do. But it burned, it all burned away. Then I ran, like a fool, away from those humans who had fed me and taken care of me. Then I was enslaved by some night brutes and their herd of twisted equines. I admit I was lucky they taught me before I ran again." She looked away again and refused to say anymore. This stranger did not care, she knew. The sky above was still light, but she felt different. She felt like she had to run, run away from it al...
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Come What May {open to all} « Result #13 Yesterday at 9:39pm »
Joyeux Noel
[x]The trees here were huge, ominous in their shadowy bulk. They made even the tallest, proudest horses stoop low, cowering in the ethereal glory that lay here. Here was the plant that could cure the Blight, and kill at the same time. Joyeux shivered slightly, orbs inhaling the images that played before her eyes. The forest lacked bustling noise, and the fae could only hear bugs humming in the humid air. Her auds hung facing out, not bothering to listen for nonexistent sound.
[x]Vapors clung to the ground, warping the eerie light that penetrated the thick canopy of trees. Joyeux's foot falls were muffled, soft roots cushioning her hooves with each step. Her grey pelt was sun dappled, light and shadows playing across it. She gazed calmly about her, struggling to keep track of what she saw. Strange botanical life forms swayed as she walked along a narrow path. Her nares took in even more knowledge...little blood was spilled here, and there were many strange species of plants, most of which were edible. Her hooves dragged through a small pile of leaves, the rustle disturbing the silence that hung heavy in the air. Joyeux lowered her head, almost apologetically, walking all the quieter.
[x]Soft beams of light fell from the treetops, illuminating dust and hair particles that floated through them. The fem twitched her grey hide as the beams hit it, almost feeling them physically. There seemed to be an energy that ran through this forest, giving it life and tranquility and the aura of mystery. Joyeux exhaled slowly, inwardly awed by the forest that lay all around her. She came across a small, still pool, full of cool, dark water. She lowered her head to drink, thirsty from the humid that cloaked the forest. As the cold liquid poured down her throat, she closed her eyes, letting her auds and nares see for her.
[x]Other horses had been here, were here, and emotion ran deep through this place, like the roots of an ancient tree. She smelled fear, passion, anger, joy, all dotted across the landscape. So many feelings, each different, some linked. The mare lifted her head, eyes still closed. She let the wind play through her mane, lifting it gently and holding it out behind her neck, flowing like a gentle stream. Her tail did the same, flagging out behind her as she stood silently and peacefully. Horses were not far away...she could tell. Maybe one of them would come and talk to her. She stood to wait, absorbed by the forest's beauty, by it's power.
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Personality: I am bitter despite my age. My brother was lost to me and I did nothing. I ran away from him. Now, I am sure he is dead. I can feel that my life is shortened as his is. Although I am kind to fellow lupus, I feel no emotion towards the large planteaters that you call horses. I've seen only a few, for in my other lands there were none. However, I can see an imbalance in nature caused by these beasts of the field. And, with avenging my brother deep in my core, I know that I must join this militia or die alone and worthless. I am young, but I have been trained well. Today I will not run as I did when my brother was attacked. Today, I stand up for him.
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Re: Roaming Through the Land (open) « Result #15 Yesterday at 9:28pm »
Shadowfang walked along slowly his nose stuck straigh to the ground he was after a rabbit he had been trailing for about the past 10 minutes. As his bright blue eyes looked up he noticed he was about to walk straight into a tree. He was starving and hadnt had anything since yesterday. As he saw the rabbit scurry out of the brush ahead muscles rippled under his black pelt as he ran after the prey. Seeing that the end of the trees was drawing near he sped up to catch it. A blur of black and a smidge of white and he had snapped his jaws around the catch. As he stepped out of the wood he settled near a rock and began to feast on the catch. As he feasted he let his guard down and was oblivious to his suroundings. He was to hungery to pay any attention. The warm blood oozed down his throat as he devoured the once living rabbit. Licking his chops he lay his head on his front paws. Ever since he left his mother and siblings he was on his own. And had learned to take care of his own in the wild. Glancing at his hind foot he sighed. That was the only mark that set him apart from his brother and sisters. His white paw was his only down fall. It made him the outcast of his family the diffrent one. He hated it but then agian it made him unique.
Are you going to cowboy up or just lay there and bleed??
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Re: jovejumper's characters « Result #16 Yesterday at 9:11pm »
Name: Lupe Species: Wolf Breed: N/A Age: 3 Gender: Female Alliance: None Coat Colour: Ranges from white, all shades of grey, to black. Markings: Grey eyes, black nose, black tipped ears, black whiskers. Height: N/A History: Lupe's mother was a loner, so when Lupe was born, she only had her mom and siblings to live with. She was fine with this and lived a happy childhood. But one day, her mother was killed and the 8 month pups had to care for themselves. One by one they were all picked off. Everyone except Lupe, that is. Lupe has lived alone ever since. Personality: *Wants a pack and a mate. *Kind *Curious *Loyal *Protective *Wants respect *Would fight and die for her pack Other:
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Shadowfang « Result #17 Yesterday at 9:08pm »
Name: Shadowfang Species: Wolf Age: 3 Gender: Male Alliance: Neutral Coat Colour:Crimson Black Markings:White left hind foot History: As a pup he was the runt but soon he became the strongest and the largest. Having to learn to fight for his food with his 5 other brothers and sisters. Living with his mother until he was about 2 he then struck out on his own and has been on his own ever since Personality: cocky and high spirited. Knows he dont know it all but when he knows what hes talkin bout he lets u know it. Knows how to win over the ladies. Hes a real charmer and is a push over when it comes to the ladies. Knows how to stand his ground and defend himself. Is usally easy to get along with but dont push it.
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Re: Jump into my hell {Open To All} « Result #18 Yesterday at 9:07pm »
I'll Make You Scream & Crush You Underneath
Griffin's glistening, demonic, dark eyes boured down upon the mare, awaiting her answer to his qeustion. He inhaled briskly as he saw her wandering within his darkened eyes as so many others had. It was funny really...how other equines thought so highly of the darks, and wondered what was twindeling within their deep, black eyes, and what was cranking away within their minds. Everything was within Griffin's or at least in the moment. It was the Black Forest. Force breedding this wench could be easy.
Though he did not want to do such a thing yet, nor scare the pretty one away. For he could be the first of his dispicable harem of whores. And she would not be a petty whore, but the Queen bitch, and once he conquered Bloodrush, she should be his ruling play toy. Snorting lightly, letting a smog of white mist into the air, a devious smile played and tip toed upon his lips as he stared down at the mare.
Finnaly she had spoken, her whimsical voice holding a draught sound of darkness, and of hatred within it. It made a delicious shiver slither it's way up his spine, and make his muscles shiver. Darkness was sweet. Much sweeter then light...Light made the flowers grow...Dark made the moon shine high, and overtake the common world. The large stag was so sure he could take this mare for a ride on the wild side of the darkness, and show her that she would be Queen Bitch of his harem.
Shaking his head slightly to the side to remove the forlock from his eyes, he heard her speak her name, and instantly, his attention was brought back to the realistic world. "Albums Credits..." he nickered out in a deep and teasing tone, his thorns high upon his head. "Oh, and yes, I love my mares angry." he snorted out, lifting his head and eyeing her with his deep and demonic orbs.
"Though hate is much more delicious then anger my dear. Though, I can sense in you, that you know the same thing as I have said, and that you have experienced your own tasteful hate." Griffin relaxed his head a bit, and lowered his neck so that his deep and darkened eyes could become common with hers. "Though I cannont imagine what that would have been." he snorted out, his auds swiveling a bit to listen for any intruders upon the conversation.
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Re: RULES AND RANKINGS ; « Result #19 Yesterday at 8:52pm »
Millita Application
Name: Masquerade Age: Three Winters Gender: Fae
Personality: Masquerade is Dark in many aspect, and HATES to be told what to do, though she is not in any way lazy, but rather independent, like a fresh adolescence. She has the stomach for swift murderers, and from the day of birth was trained as a cold blooded murderer, and is a devious vixen.
[size=2]Other Valuable Information: Masqeurade unlike many females was born of spectacular breeding, and tails behind the size of a male at 30 inches tall, 6.5 feet long, and 150 pounds of blood thirsty muscle. (The tail is included within the length) Though her size might make her seem slow, she is very sure and quick footed, and was born as a warrior, her only set back is the hate for obedience.
Though even if not addmited into a high ranking warrior spot, she would have easily become a great neccesity to the pack's warrior group.
Re: Jump into my hell {Open To All} « Result #20 Yesterday at 8:45pm »
Album Credits
You don't deserve the credit, dear. 'Cause the list goes on and on.
V As the dappled mare finished her full circle of the brute and stated her statement she blinked slowly. He had a pride about him, this brute did. She flicked her tail and thought bitterly of a forest very much like this dead one, one where she had been forced to stay and be an obedient little fae. She had snorted in their faces and had been punished, just like her childhood, and pushed down to a low rank. She was lucky she had not borned a foal for one of those evil brutes. Album Credits had held on dearly to the only thing about her true life; her name. She had been destined to be a racer; a breeze easily over-taking strangers on the field. Her battle field. But those dreams and times were gone; burned, literally, to ashes. V The brute spoke, and she listened, turning her dial up slightly to continue looking into his eyes. Dark eyes, they were, but she liked that. Though she was the middle type, she found the darks interesting. They ruled without fear, and were often grand war leaders. She knew nothing of war before being forcefully taught the ways of the wild horse. V A slight smirk played on her delicate maw as the brute called her a wench. Did that bother her? Hardly. "I see you like your mares angered, sir Griffin. Seeing as you haven't asked yet, I shall introduce myself. I am Album Credits. I hail none but find my calling unknown and in the middle of things. Call me nothing but so, I ask." V She felt as though she babbled, but there was no taking it back now. And, as she eyed the brute standing defiantly before her, Album Credits was glad that she could easily outrun the monster of an equine. Puffs of misty breath still escaped her mug as she looked the area over, glad that the place was not stuck in a never ending summer. Again, the femme turned to Griffin and awaited his response, and prepared herself if she needed to flee quickly.
Re: A light in the night « Result #21 Yesterday at 8:29pm »
The wind began to pick up, bringing a strange smell to a small foal's maw. He parted his lips and tasted it. Testosterone; a stallion. Sweat; fear or anxiety. The colt snickered softly as he realized he was right. From his vantage point behind a large oak he could see the stag approach. Didn't he know there could be dangers? Why come parading into a place like he did? The colt was fascinated as he watched the stallion. Something about his gait seemed off. It seemed to drift, his footfalls not precisely placed. The colt briefly thought of what this could mean. A distraction? A mental disorder? Interest boiled in the colt's brain as he wedged into the nook of the tree a little further. A daddy long leg stumbled across the colt's thick winter fur.
The colt observed the seemingly demented stag with one azure optic, while the other was as black as night. His fur was tufted with snowflakes, gentle and huge. His pelt was the color of clay while his mane was the hue of mud. From afar, he blended in with the tree as if another extension of it's mass, a part for it's centuries of growth. Just as the colt wanted. To be unnoticed, to live without the help of a mother. His stomach rumbled, and he breifly dug into the dirt with his nose and pulled up a root deep within the soil. Bitter juices filled his maw, but he welcomed their nourishment. It wasn't exactly the warmth of the milk from a fea's teat, but he needed something.
With a start he jolted from his hunger and realized that the stag had ran into a tree. He blinked a few times. Really? The stag ran into a tree? The young lamb didn't laugh. Instead he was more intrigued. Maybe he had some mental retardation. Oh, this would be very interesting to watch. He had never seen a basktet case before. It could previde him with an hour or two of amusement. Provided that the pitiful thing didn't kill himself. Well he seemed to be okay, as he watched the mental stand on his shaky pedestals. The colt wondered if there was any more damage done to the stally's brain.
The wind shifted it's direction again, gently ruffling the colt's cloudlike fur. It blew the colt's scent in the direction of the stag, who was now drinking peacefully as if he hadn't just galloped into a tree. He wondered calmly if the braindead thing would even smell him, or investigate the scent. Based on what he had observed, Morpheus assumed he could go on watching without disturbance.
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Re: Jump into my hell {Open To All} « Result #22 Yesterday at 8:19pm »
I'll Make You Scream & Crush You Underneath
The giant's immense, and muscular body clamored for a stop, the thundering sound of his large daggers engulfing the land beneath him came to a blght stop. His hooves thudded like a bomb landing upon the earth, and a furry of snow escaped into the air as the stags head jerked back, his thorns slamming against his slick skull. Though slowly, he regained his stature, his large neck and back rippiling with fine muscules.
Griffin's nostrils flared at the sight of the pretty mare, a thick white fog morphing in front of his maw as he exhaled. The large stag looked down upon the mare who stood at 16 hand high. A throaty chuckle rumbled in his broad chest, a sly and oblique smile breaking his lips apart as he looked down upon her. She was larger then most mare, but he stood at a large 18.2 hands, and outweighed the best at a large 2,000. Shaking his head, he watched as the wench circled him, examining maybe.
His body straightened a bit, and he flicked his tail which was flecked with a brilliant gold at the end. As if a scene of a gothic war horse without his rider. As the mare stopped her petty circiling, Griffin titled his head down a bit, admiring her cocky spirit and wondering nature. His thorns bent with his head, as if to listen to the female, as if she would be to far down to actually hear, as so many other horses he had met before had been.
"I am Griffin." he said in a prideful way, his voice a deep rumbiling within his broad and large chest. "And what have you found yourself to be, wench?" he snorted out, stomping a hoof, and shaking his elegant head. Sending his dark mane into a swirl in the wind, his forlock falling into his face. He wanted to see the mare's reaction to what he had called her, it was funny to see them all pin their thorns at him, and snap at him.
Though it was very funny to this large stag and he enjoyed seeing anger and hatred as much as the other darks. But as he looked upon the pretty wench, he realized her size was quite nice, and her beauty was very nice as well...She could be a valuabe harem treasure, and now he wanted to woo her into becoming his...
Re: Jump into my hell {Open To All} « Result #23 Yesterday at 8:06pm »
Album Credits
You don't deserve the credit, dear. 'Cause the list goes on and on.
V The grey shadow moved through the dark land, her tall and willowy frame easily stepping over the cold earth. She floated at a steady canter, a ghastly sight. Her black orbs scan the path in front of her, though it was really unnecessary. She knows her body well and only needs to see the obstacle before her body moves in that fluid motion of hers. The dead branches soon shrouded the sky, and then she stopped her motions suddenly. V The fae snorted and scanned the trees. They would make good burning timber, she thought with a shudder. Fires are the only fear she lets leak out of her bod, and she will always fear the heat and thick, throat-clogging smoke. She shakes her dial and turns her slim frame at a sound. "Odd." V The word is slurred, slightly. Her thorns turn, easily, as she scoped the surrounding flammable trees. A slow thunder shook the ground and a smile played on her maw. A storm on the horizon, maybe? But the ground still shook as a large figure suddenly appeared, raging, into her clearing. "Lo, stud. Slow yourself and speak your name, as I believe you are not acquainted with me." She tossed her head as she looked at the brute, he was definitely huge, tall, too. But she stood at 16 hands, which was, of course, taller then some others. She walked up to the stag and looked him in the eye before walking in a circle around him. She liked what she saw.
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Playing with Fire « Result #25 Yesterday at 7:34pm »
Name: Playing with Fire Species: Horse Breed: Florida Cracker Age: 5 Gender: Male Alliance:Neutral Coat Colour: Flea Bitten Markings: Black mane/tail Height: 15.2 History: Playing with Fire was born in a herd that had 25 horses. He was very sweet and independent when growing up. He loved his mom, dad, and elders. But he also had a mean streak. He would play tricks on foals younger then he was and new mares that joined the herd; though this side rarely shown. When he was two, he was cast away from the herd by his father. He lived in a bachelor herd for 3 years. But he walked away from that life to find a herd of his own. Now he is ready for his quest, to find a herd of his very own. Personality: *Sweet *Loving *Protective *Independent *Trickster Other:Playing with Fire
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