Post by ♥ b e l l a on Oct 26, 2006 15:22:36 GMT -5
Name
b e l l a
Nickname
e l l a
Breed
a r a b i a n
Gender
f e m a l e
Age
f o u r
Color
u n d e c i d e d
(is that alright?)
height
f i f t e e n . p o i n t . t w o
Type {normal}{Mini}{Draft}
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n o n e
Example Post
A few droplets of dew clung to the gently rolling grass. A sunkist dove made her way across the silent terra, idoling to admire the soft landscape every once in a while. A handful songbirds sang their beautiful lyrics, completeing the peaceful scene. The dual-painted doe gracefully began to pick up her pace, launching herself into a quite canter. Wind dully whipped at her audits. A few stray pieces of her banner licked at her facet, dripping over her poll. Her golden chest moved rythmically up and down with her pulse. Fresh air was inhaled into her lungs, and the fatal carbon-monoxide was swept out as she exhaled. A few brilliant puffs of pearl gathered over head, shading the sun from her dark amber optics. This place was so serene....she wondered if there were even any inhabitants. Clumps of clovers were laid to waste as she serenaded over the terra. Where she was going, she had no idea. But it would be very far away from where she had come...anywhere was better than that madhouse. The memories haunted her like a ghost; unrelentless and overpowering. On the off days, it was almost as if she was living there again, and the brilliant alabaster stag toturing her. Again and again these memories were rewound and replayed in her mind, as she searched for the day it had all gone wrong. Perhaps it had happened gradually, the pain. Or maybe it was all changed within a few hours. But no matter what, she could never seem to place a finger on when it had happened. It just had.
A sunkist dove lie helpless, out cold on the soft loam. A whole herd of equus gather around her, but then leave, sadness gleaming on their faces. But how did she get that way? It all started a few days ago, with an white stag and love...
A completely oppsosite couple dotted the horizon. It was the porceline femma of earlier, the equine we know as Amira, and her birght white lover, Saggituar. Amira had thought of him as the bravest, and kindest of all the other equines. They had grown up together, always liking each other more than friends. And in the begging of their days together, everything was perfect. They truly loved each other. But then came the dark days, when Saggituar turned corrupt. He would sneak up behind Amira, and rape her until she was weak at the knees. But since they were lovers, nothing seemed to be wrong. But Amira's friends began to wonder why Saggituar would mate her whilst they were in the midst of conversation, when Amira was not at all in the mood. But they let the thought pass, and Amira was left alone to deal with her struggles. Then one day, after the most brutal of rapings, Saggituar beat Amira so terribly, she couldn't get up. I thought you loved me? She whispered, her delicate chest fluttering. I never loved you! He whispered harshly back, almost yelling at her. I only wanted a colt from you, so that I would have a place in this herd. But you are a disgrace. No foal, no good standing. He spat on her, as tears leaked from the vixen's faucets. I hate you! She yelled at him, and then slipped into an unconxious state. Saggituar ran back to the herd with his lies, saying her found her dead there, mauled by a wolf. So the herd followed him, thinking he was right. So they left her, without a proper funeral, and we are back to where we started.
Of course, Amira woke up after a few hours, confused and dreary, but alive. She went in search of her herd, but found them gone. What lies did Saggituar tell them this time She was thinking out loud to herself, questioning the terra. She scented the air, and found a trace of the herd. She followed it, and found them peacefully grazing near a soft, trickling river bed. Amira two-beated twoards them, but stopping behind bushes so they wouldn't see her. She listened to the mares gossip, wanting to hear if they knew Saggituars lie. What a poor dear, One of them said, an ebon vix named Milah. She didn't stand a chance against the wolf. Its too bad, really. She was such a dear fem... But Amira stopped listening after that. She had heard enough. Saggituar had lied by saying that a wolf had murdered her. Honey optics glanced around, looking for Saggituar. She found him, attempting to flirt with another femma. She changed her plan. The gold-and-ebon nymph would wait for the concealment, and surprise, of night. Then, she would sneak up behind "poor" Saggituar. She put her plan into action, and when night found her, she was ready. Silently, she slipped down the gently sloped hill, and quickly found Saggituar. He was the only one with a bright white coat, so he was easy to spot at night. She nuzzled him, like she used to. He woke up right away, gazing deep into her optics. She tried to make them as blank as possible, as if nothing was there. It did the trick. Saggituar got up immediately, but the mahogany dove had fled, blending in with the dark of the night. When they found Saggituar the next morning, he was dead, scared to death. Amira hadn't meant to kill him, but it had done the trick. She was free.
POSTIE
ALMOST DONE
b e l l a
Nickname
e l l a
Breed
a r a b i a n
Gender
f e m a l e
Age
f o u r
Color
u n d e c i d e d
(is that alright?)
height
f i f t e e n . p o i n t . t w o
Type {normal}
Image
n o n e
Example Post
Her face is a map of the world,
is a map of the world
is a map of the world
A few droplets of dew clung to the gently rolling grass. A sunkist dove made her way across the silent terra, idoling to admire the soft landscape every once in a while. A handful songbirds sang their beautiful lyrics, completeing the peaceful scene. The dual-painted doe gracefully began to pick up her pace, launching herself into a quite canter. Wind dully whipped at her audits. A few stray pieces of her banner licked at her facet, dripping over her poll. Her golden chest moved rythmically up and down with her pulse. Fresh air was inhaled into her lungs, and the fatal carbon-monoxide was swept out as she exhaled. A few brilliant puffs of pearl gathered over head, shading the sun from her dark amber optics. This place was so serene....she wondered if there were even any inhabitants. Clumps of clovers were laid to waste as she serenaded over the terra. Where she was going, she had no idea. But it would be very far away from where she had come...anywhere was better than that madhouse. The memories haunted her like a ghost; unrelentless and overpowering. On the off days, it was almost as if she was living there again, and the brilliant alabaster stag toturing her. Again and again these memories were rewound and replayed in her mind, as she searched for the day it had all gone wrong. Perhaps it had happened gradually, the pain. Or maybe it was all changed within a few hours. But no matter what, she could never seem to place a finger on when it had happened. It just had.
you can see she's a beautigul girl,
she's a beautiful girl
she's a beautiful girl
A sunkist dove lie helpless, out cold on the soft loam. A whole herd of equus gather around her, but then leave, sadness gleaming on their faces. But how did she get that way? It all started a few days ago, with an white stag and love...
A completely oppsosite couple dotted the horizon. It was the porceline femma of earlier, the equine we know as Amira, and her birght white lover, Saggituar. Amira had thought of him as the bravest, and kindest of all the other equines. They had grown up together, always liking each other more than friends. And in the begging of their days together, everything was perfect. They truly loved each other. But then came the dark days, when Saggituar turned corrupt. He would sneak up behind Amira, and rape her until she was weak at the knees. But since they were lovers, nothing seemed to be wrong. But Amira's friends began to wonder why Saggituar would mate her whilst they were in the midst of conversation, when Amira was not at all in the mood. But they let the thought pass, and Amira was left alone to deal with her struggles. Then one day, after the most brutal of rapings, Saggituar beat Amira so terribly, she couldn't get up. I thought you loved me? She whispered, her delicate chest fluttering. I never loved you! He whispered harshly back, almost yelling at her. I only wanted a colt from you, so that I would have a place in this herd. But you are a disgrace. No foal, no good standing. He spat on her, as tears leaked from the vixen's faucets. I hate you! She yelled at him, and then slipped into an unconxious state. Saggituar ran back to the herd with his lies, saying her found her dead there, mauled by a wolf. So the herd followed him, thinking he was right. So they left her, without a proper funeral, and we are back to where we started.
&& everything around her is a silver pool of light
Of course, Amira woke up after a few hours, confused and dreary, but alive. She went in search of her herd, but found them gone. What lies did Saggituar tell them this time She was thinking out loud to herself, questioning the terra. She scented the air, and found a trace of the herd. She followed it, and found them peacefully grazing near a soft, trickling river bed. Amira two-beated twoards them, but stopping behind bushes so they wouldn't see her. She listened to the mares gossip, wanting to hear if they knew Saggituars lie. What a poor dear, One of them said, an ebon vix named Milah. She didn't stand a chance against the wolf. Its too bad, really. She was such a dear fem... But Amira stopped listening after that. She had heard enough. Saggituar had lied by saying that a wolf had murdered her. Honey optics glanced around, looking for Saggituar. She found him, attempting to flirt with another femma. She changed her plan. The gold-and-ebon nymph would wait for the concealment, and surprise, of night. Then, she would sneak up behind "poor" Saggituar. She put her plan into action, and when night found her, she was ready. Silently, she slipped down the gently sloped hill, and quickly found Saggituar. He was the only one with a bright white coat, so he was easy to spot at night. She nuzzled him, like she used to. He woke up right away, gazing deep into her optics. She tried to make them as blank as possible, as if nothing was there. It did the trick. Saggituar got up immediately, but the mahogany dove had fled, blending in with the dark of the night. When they found Saggituar the next morning, he was dead, scared to death. Amira hadn't meant to kill him, but it had done the trick. She was free.
the people who surround her feel the benefit of it
it makes you count
it makes you count
POSTIE
she holds you captivated in her pow'r
ALMOST DONE
