Post by ♥ r e m e d y on Oct 25, 2006 13:52:24 GMT -5
Name
Remedy
Nickname
n/a
Breed
Mutt
Gender
Female
Age
4 years
Color
Palomino
Height
15.3hh
Type
Normal
Image
Soon
Example Post
[from Wispy Illusion as a stag]
Shadows danced across the loam, an unheard melody playing within their shaded minds. On and on it played, stringing its tune along well into twilight were the very last ounces of light was being pressed into blackness. They were dangerously happy, for an unknown reason perhaps. Their elongated figures sprawled and crawled along the deceased herbage, playing across the rotten foliage. Twisting and turning, bending this way and that, excitement bursting through each maneuver. Night was coming to cease their exhaustion, let them have their rest. Soon everything would be protected from the sun's light, ending the shadow's dance. Yes, the shadow's would cease - but not the creature's that dwelt in their being. An unknown voice cracked through the air, its tones horrid, yet surprisingly harmonic. Twigs and brambles cracked and snapped beneath the voice's host, to much weight being applied to their lithe bodies. Cloven hooves dragged through mud, the mixture of melted snow and dirt painted across its muscular fulcrums, showing sign of travel. A rotten stench filled the loam's atmosphere, lingering within the breeze's that so often passed by, adding to the chill of the night. Another haunting was released from the lips of the creature, it's heavy dome tossing back, sending its ten tines to hurl through the desolate air. Russet carcass wove through the steady maze of trees, their claws extending to grope at the flesh clinging to its marrow. A small rivulet of crimson spewed down an appendage, staining the hide of the beast. A singe of pain began to form and converge where the puncture had been conceived, a face of anger 'pon the beast. Enamels began to grit and grind against each other, a disturbing feeling sent throughout the stag. "Damn." Words hissed through its lips, a curse sent out to the trees. Yet deep down, they were a part of him. For so long had this creature resided in this forest, so long had it called it home. The branches served as his tines, the trunks as his body. Strong and devious, standing tall forever. A smirk replaced his scowl and he continued on, this time picking up a steady duo beat to carry his large frame forward. There was business to attend to and he would not be late. Yes, he was there before, the first one in fact - but plans were not going as planned and so he needed to spill his information before things got out of control. Thor was disturbing him, teasing at his plot. Oh, Raxue had dawned for his since the moment he was conceived and now some doe was going to destroy it? Not as long as he was alive and healthy. He would die and burn in an occult of hell before some doe ruined his plans for domination. Perhaps she was of higher rank, maybe just a tad, but Raxue had antlers and she did not. Thor proved herself to be a destructive and feisty little thing but she alone was no match for him. He was tall, larger than all, and his carcass was riddled with muscle anywhere some could fit. His hide was tough and weathered, almost like leather. How could her dainty hooves or flat teeth beat that? Well, I'll tell you straight out that they can't and this beast here was very, very aware of that. Another chilling cackle was sent out through his bosom to echo and bounce back and forth between the daunting trees. Dome tossed back with a joyous feeling of relief as his occuli laced upon the microscopic threat. And what's this? Oh grand, another stag.
The beast stepped forward, unconcerned with the surrounding deer that chose to attend the meeting as well. Thor was no match for him and he repeated it to himself over and over, but not only her, but the others also. He could take them all, he knew it. A twisted grin played at his features, the devious trait of his tugging at the corners of his lips, pulling them upward yet bending them into something ugly. Angular ears pressed forward to catch their exchange of words, between the newcomer and the Lady. A laugh went sent through his chords and within his cerebrum walls he applauded the lad yet pitied the doe. Drunk? Honestly, who was she kidding? That was the most abnormal and idiotic thing a deer of such high stanture should do! But casually the beast shook it off, casually tossing his antlers. Stepping forward a bit, he dipped his crown. Yet it did not portray real respect, rather a fake antic to sneak in. Parting his jowls he let his voice slip through his bosom and out his lips. "Thor, we need to speak." Another step was taken, bringing the beast closer to the dumb Lady. Occuli looked down upon her, inside Raxue's mind in hysterical laughter. A snort was casually passed through his notsrils while a heavy talon fell upon the sod, leaving a large imprint of defiance. What to say? There were so many words in his vocabulary, some good some bad, depends on the creature that is on the receiving end. Yet still, he wasn't exactly sure what to say. He just knew that he had to end Thor's plot so that his own may follow through, the one hatched since before he was born. He tossed his dome and yet another step was taken, his body just inches from the Lady's. His lucid occuli glazed over her, his mind processing and with a unaudible ding he began to spill. "I cannot let you proceed with this plan. I have one of my own." He paused for a quick moment, drawing in a deap breath. "You see, the reason I had left was to capture the Princess. So long had I been waiting. With her gone, I would take over, leading the Darks to rule over the Lights. But you threaten my reign and I will not stand by and let you destroy it. Back down, Thor. I will not hesitate to strip your flesh from your carcass!" Tail lifted, releasing his scent into the forest before pressing it against his rump. A snort passed through his nostils once more and his hoof ran along the lithosphere, leaving a scar in the sod. Hocks raised, his muscles tense and ready to attack her if she did not cooperate. It was unlike Raxue to harm a doe, but yet she threatened him in a way that could not be ignored. He would not stand by and let her ruin his plans for domination, his dicatorship. Lucifer, no! Dome tossed, tines thrusting through the atmosphere. Wait now, he remembered. There were others gathered around and he turned his skull to look over them all, the bucks, the does, all of them. Angular ears laced back and he threatened them all this time. "Join me or I can promise you nothing but hell." Turning his facide back to the Lady he grinned at her, almost daring her to go against him. It would be dumb on her part, very unwise. Who in their right mind would give such a position to a doe such as this? Oh it disgusted him and he longed to kill her, better yet, kill Mystic.
Remedy
Nickname
n/a
Breed
Mutt
Gender
Female
Age
4 years
Color
Palomino
Height
15.3hh
Type
Normal
Image
Soon
Example Post
[from Wispy Illusion as a stag]
Shadows danced across the loam, an unheard melody playing within their shaded minds. On and on it played, stringing its tune along well into twilight were the very last ounces of light was being pressed into blackness. They were dangerously happy, for an unknown reason perhaps. Their elongated figures sprawled and crawled along the deceased herbage, playing across the rotten foliage. Twisting and turning, bending this way and that, excitement bursting through each maneuver. Night was coming to cease their exhaustion, let them have their rest. Soon everything would be protected from the sun's light, ending the shadow's dance. Yes, the shadow's would cease - but not the creature's that dwelt in their being. An unknown voice cracked through the air, its tones horrid, yet surprisingly harmonic. Twigs and brambles cracked and snapped beneath the voice's host, to much weight being applied to their lithe bodies. Cloven hooves dragged through mud, the mixture of melted snow and dirt painted across its muscular fulcrums, showing sign of travel. A rotten stench filled the loam's atmosphere, lingering within the breeze's that so often passed by, adding to the chill of the night. Another haunting was released from the lips of the creature, it's heavy dome tossing back, sending its ten tines to hurl through the desolate air. Russet carcass wove through the steady maze of trees, their claws extending to grope at the flesh clinging to its marrow. A small rivulet of crimson spewed down an appendage, staining the hide of the beast. A singe of pain began to form and converge where the puncture had been conceived, a face of anger 'pon the beast. Enamels began to grit and grind against each other, a disturbing feeling sent throughout the stag. "Damn." Words hissed through its lips, a curse sent out to the trees. Yet deep down, they were a part of him. For so long had this creature resided in this forest, so long had it called it home. The branches served as his tines, the trunks as his body. Strong and devious, standing tall forever. A smirk replaced his scowl and he continued on, this time picking up a steady duo beat to carry his large frame forward. There was business to attend to and he would not be late. Yes, he was there before, the first one in fact - but plans were not going as planned and so he needed to spill his information before things got out of control. Thor was disturbing him, teasing at his plot. Oh, Raxue had dawned for his since the moment he was conceived and now some doe was going to destroy it? Not as long as he was alive and healthy. He would die and burn in an occult of hell before some doe ruined his plans for domination. Perhaps she was of higher rank, maybe just a tad, but Raxue had antlers and she did not. Thor proved herself to be a destructive and feisty little thing but she alone was no match for him. He was tall, larger than all, and his carcass was riddled with muscle anywhere some could fit. His hide was tough and weathered, almost like leather. How could her dainty hooves or flat teeth beat that? Well, I'll tell you straight out that they can't and this beast here was very, very aware of that. Another chilling cackle was sent out through his bosom to echo and bounce back and forth between the daunting trees. Dome tossed back with a joyous feeling of relief as his occuli laced upon the microscopic threat. And what's this? Oh grand, another stag.
The beast stepped forward, unconcerned with the surrounding deer that chose to attend the meeting as well. Thor was no match for him and he repeated it to himself over and over, but not only her, but the others also. He could take them all, he knew it. A twisted grin played at his features, the devious trait of his tugging at the corners of his lips, pulling them upward yet bending them into something ugly. Angular ears pressed forward to catch their exchange of words, between the newcomer and the Lady. A laugh went sent through his chords and within his cerebrum walls he applauded the lad yet pitied the doe. Drunk? Honestly, who was she kidding? That was the most abnormal and idiotic thing a deer of such high stanture should do! But casually the beast shook it off, casually tossing his antlers. Stepping forward a bit, he dipped his crown. Yet it did not portray real respect, rather a fake antic to sneak in. Parting his jowls he let his voice slip through his bosom and out his lips. "Thor, we need to speak." Another step was taken, bringing the beast closer to the dumb Lady. Occuli looked down upon her, inside Raxue's mind in hysterical laughter. A snort was casually passed through his notsrils while a heavy talon fell upon the sod, leaving a large imprint of defiance. What to say? There were so many words in his vocabulary, some good some bad, depends on the creature that is on the receiving end. Yet still, he wasn't exactly sure what to say. He just knew that he had to end Thor's plot so that his own may follow through, the one hatched since before he was born. He tossed his dome and yet another step was taken, his body just inches from the Lady's. His lucid occuli glazed over her, his mind processing and with a unaudible ding he began to spill. "I cannot let you proceed with this plan. I have one of my own." He paused for a quick moment, drawing in a deap breath. "You see, the reason I had left was to capture the Princess. So long had I been waiting. With her gone, I would take over, leading the Darks to rule over the Lights. But you threaten my reign and I will not stand by and let you destroy it. Back down, Thor. I will not hesitate to strip your flesh from your carcass!" Tail lifted, releasing his scent into the forest before pressing it against his rump. A snort passed through his nostils once more and his hoof ran along the lithosphere, leaving a scar in the sod. Hocks raised, his muscles tense and ready to attack her if she did not cooperate. It was unlike Raxue to harm a doe, but yet she threatened him in a way that could not be ignored. He would not stand by and let her ruin his plans for domination, his dicatorship. Lucifer, no! Dome tossed, tines thrusting through the atmosphere. Wait now, he remembered. There were others gathered around and he turned his skull to look over them all, the bucks, the does, all of them. Angular ears laced back and he threatened them all this time. "Join me or I can promise you nothing but hell." Turning his facide back to the Lady he grinned at her, almost daring her to go against him. It would be dumb on her part, very unwise. Who in their right mind would give such a position to a doe such as this? Oh it disgusted him and he longed to kill her, better yet, kill Mystic.
