Post by .//. Mordorn on Oct 22, 2006 9:22:49 GMT -5
Branded// M O R D O R N
cursed// M O R D O R
Bloodlines// Mustang
Organs// S T A L L I O N
Topples// S E V E N
Stainted// B A Y
Stands// F I F T E E N'
Type// N O R M A :L
Mirrors// in the making.
Example Post
[ with my character Ciage, I believe moulin rouge, you made his piccy! ]
His attack worked! He grinned as he held Green Smoke to the ground, thought he did not feel pride in holding anything down, it was a mere lesson for the older stallion. Optics wached as crimison liquid trickled down the older stallion's sides. Audits where pinned back to his skull. All of his muscles where working. Working to keep the stallion down, working to not let his first battle be lost. He knew Smoke wanted to win as much as he did, but he did not wan't to win by killing another stallion. The loner felt the stallion below him try to stand, Caige tryed hard to keep him down, but failed in the act. The large ivory stallion arose. Caige snorted and backed away, trying to avoid being hurt more than he already was. Sweat began to pour down his face and sides. Tassle flicked and Caige relized how hungry and tired he was. Limbs shook even when he stood, he had no idea why. Exitment? weariness? he had no clue. Seeing another time to attack the stallion he reared, a stallion scream was let out into the open. He tossed his multi-colored boa as he jumped forward, barbs opened as he reached to grip Smoke's skin. Holding there for a moment he dropped back onto all four limbs and backed away. Head hung as he took a breath. Thought swarmed his mind. Cresent Moon, Herlands, Foals, Living, Dying, Being Defeated things like that filled his Mind. No, she was not a prize to be won. She was a being like everyone eles. She would choose whom she wanted to stay with. His optics studied the mare for longer than he wanted to.
Caige turned in enough time to see Smoke racing twards him. Before the young stallion could get away. He was kicked badly in the back limb, wich made him limp a little, and bite marks ran across his maw and face. Most of his new wounds bled. A scream of surprise was let out of Caige's jowls. Stomping his dagger, he looked at the sky. He saw nothing but a blue sea. He reared anger boiled inside him as he raced forward. Head bent down he did not stop into he was infront of Smoke, rearing daggers lashed out at Smoke's face. Barbs bit at the younger stallion's neck. He shook his nape, but did not stop, every once in a while he would lower his rear into a half-rear, soon he became tierd and landed. Muscled ached. Breathes came faster, and his heart raced. Somthing came over him like never before. Anger was boiling inside him, but he did not feel hatred for Green Smoke, just fury. He took a breath, but desided it would be wiser to attack agean. He canterd swiftly back to Green Smoke, lashing out his back limb, he hoped it worked. He was going to trip Green Smoke, then attack from there. Taking his limb back, he arched his boa and bit at Green Smoke, barbs clicked togeather every so often. Loners where quite strong horses indeed. Sence they did not rely on herds often, they where muscluar, strong, quick minded, and powerfull. Most of the horses that lived inside herds, helped each other when the herd was under attack. Tossing his cranium, he bucked, showing off, and trying to keep himself awake.
Caige stood there, sides heaving, hind limb in pain. Blood coverd his face and sides. Coat dusty and brown, he looked like a buckskin. Breathing in dirt, he coughed. A thick cloud of smoke left his lungs and mouth. He knew this would be the end for him. He had never worked this hard in his life. The only time he had been in a battle was when he was a mere colt play fighting with other fillies and colts. of his same age. Green Smoke was no colt or filly. He was a full grown, muscular brujo. Caige was well, a young skinny muscular colt. He was not a stallion yet. He would be in another year though. Resting he got his muscles ready for what may come nexed. Green Smoke had not attacked as much as the young stallion did, but when he did it hurt. He sighed and thought about speaking. No, he was too tired to move anymore, bur he had to. Shifting his weight. Optics wached Smoke's every move. Making shure he would not be attacked suddenly. Caige closed his eyes for a moment, knowing he could not sleep. Shooting him open he streched his Nape forward. He snorted angerly and spoke to the brujo.
"Mess with the best, die like the rest."
Caige let a grin twist it's self 'pon his maw. His father had told him that before he died, so there for Caige thought this was a good time to share this with his dear old friend Green Smoke. Heart thudded agenst his chest as he felt more power stir within him. He was no longer tierd. Lowering his crane he nipped a few grasses and waited for Green Smoke to wake up and attack. Maw was parted once more to let out more ungreatfull words.
"C' on Fight back,"
he taunted the other with angery words. Barbs clacked as he began to think of another way to defeat Green Smoke, and tell him he was not a colt any longer. He was a stallion.
cursed// M O R D O R
Bloodlines// Mustang
Organs// S T A L L I O N
Topples// S E V E N
Stainted// B A Y
Stands// F I F T E E N'
Type// N O R M A :L
Mirrors// in the making.
Example Post
[ with my character Ciage, I believe moulin rouge, you made his piccy! ]
His attack worked! He grinned as he held Green Smoke to the ground, thought he did not feel pride in holding anything down, it was a mere lesson for the older stallion. Optics wached as crimison liquid trickled down the older stallion's sides. Audits where pinned back to his skull. All of his muscles where working. Working to keep the stallion down, working to not let his first battle be lost. He knew Smoke wanted to win as much as he did, but he did not wan't to win by killing another stallion. The loner felt the stallion below him try to stand, Caige tryed hard to keep him down, but failed in the act. The large ivory stallion arose. Caige snorted and backed away, trying to avoid being hurt more than he already was. Sweat began to pour down his face and sides. Tassle flicked and Caige relized how hungry and tired he was. Limbs shook even when he stood, he had no idea why. Exitment? weariness? he had no clue. Seeing another time to attack the stallion he reared, a stallion scream was let out into the open. He tossed his multi-colored boa as he jumped forward, barbs opened as he reached to grip Smoke's skin. Holding there for a moment he dropped back onto all four limbs and backed away. Head hung as he took a breath. Thought swarmed his mind. Cresent Moon, Herlands, Foals, Living, Dying, Being Defeated things like that filled his Mind. No, she was not a prize to be won. She was a being like everyone eles. She would choose whom she wanted to stay with. His optics studied the mare for longer than he wanted to.
Caige turned in enough time to see Smoke racing twards him. Before the young stallion could get away. He was kicked badly in the back limb, wich made him limp a little, and bite marks ran across his maw and face. Most of his new wounds bled. A scream of surprise was let out of Caige's jowls. Stomping his dagger, he looked at the sky. He saw nothing but a blue sea. He reared anger boiled inside him as he raced forward. Head bent down he did not stop into he was infront of Smoke, rearing daggers lashed out at Smoke's face. Barbs bit at the younger stallion's neck. He shook his nape, but did not stop, every once in a while he would lower his rear into a half-rear, soon he became tierd and landed. Muscled ached. Breathes came faster, and his heart raced. Somthing came over him like never before. Anger was boiling inside him, but he did not feel hatred for Green Smoke, just fury. He took a breath, but desided it would be wiser to attack agean. He canterd swiftly back to Green Smoke, lashing out his back limb, he hoped it worked. He was going to trip Green Smoke, then attack from there. Taking his limb back, he arched his boa and bit at Green Smoke, barbs clicked togeather every so often. Loners where quite strong horses indeed. Sence they did not rely on herds often, they where muscluar, strong, quick minded, and powerfull. Most of the horses that lived inside herds, helped each other when the herd was under attack. Tossing his cranium, he bucked, showing off, and trying to keep himself awake.
Caige stood there, sides heaving, hind limb in pain. Blood coverd his face and sides. Coat dusty and brown, he looked like a buckskin. Breathing in dirt, he coughed. A thick cloud of smoke left his lungs and mouth. He knew this would be the end for him. He had never worked this hard in his life. The only time he had been in a battle was when he was a mere colt play fighting with other fillies and colts. of his same age. Green Smoke was no colt or filly. He was a full grown, muscular brujo. Caige was well, a young skinny muscular colt. He was not a stallion yet. He would be in another year though. Resting he got his muscles ready for what may come nexed. Green Smoke had not attacked as much as the young stallion did, but when he did it hurt. He sighed and thought about speaking. No, he was too tired to move anymore, bur he had to. Shifting his weight. Optics wached Smoke's every move. Making shure he would not be attacked suddenly. Caige closed his eyes for a moment, knowing he could not sleep. Shooting him open he streched his Nape forward. He snorted angerly and spoke to the brujo.
"Mess with the best, die like the rest."
Caige let a grin twist it's self 'pon his maw. His father had told him that before he died, so there for Caige thought this was a good time to share this with his dear old friend Green Smoke. Heart thudded agenst his chest as he felt more power stir within him. He was no longer tierd. Lowering his crane he nipped a few grasses and waited for Green Smoke to wake up and attack. Maw was parted once more to let out more ungreatfull words.
"C' on Fight back,"
he taunted the other with angery words. Barbs clacked as he began to think of another way to defeat Green Smoke, and tell him he was not a colt any longer. He was a stallion.