Post by .t r i t o n. on Nov 22, 2006 22:47:38 GMT -5
.n a m e.
triton
.n i c k n a m e.
nay
.b r e e d.
spanish andalusian
.g e d e r.
stallion
.a g e.
six cycles
.c o l o r.
blemishless obsidian
.h e i g h t.
15.2 hh
.t y p e.
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.e x a m p l e.
.it is you i care for; you i die for;;
Torrent of rage within the skies cast mercilessly upon the earth, uncultivated rain raising the flood waters ever higher. Storming sea of the murky waters collected within the basin of the land now crashed at unearthly elevation against the ebon’s masculine torso. Zeus’s fury consumed the lands in a raging shadow, melting the world into an eerie yellow-gray. The air was choked in static, suffocating life as a cobra would its pray. Heavens seethed as lightning flashed through the boiling abyss above, thunder screaming raging curses across the ever-echoing domain. Sudden luminance flickered out and everything was enveloped beneath utter blackness, discarded from the earth.
Stag plunged into the storming waters, wake rising wildly behind the onyx hessian as if he were Jesus himself, parting the seas before the very eyes of death and war. Triton pressed against the trembling current, physique stretched taunt with every powerful stroke of strain against nature’s cruel elements. He would not leave her. Be it his life upon the auction plate, he was to be sold into death for the maiden.
The war cries rang out, rebelling with defining shrieks of thunder, trying to burry the stallion beneath the lethal credence of an untamed ocean. “If I left you, let you die and myself to live…” Valiant Spanish stag called o’er the battle of element and earth.
Tides strengthened, threatening to reel the bronc’s grain against the withering earth from beneath him, to force surrender beneath the shadow and chill of the waters. But God was alighted at his side, aiding every screaming strain ricocheting within his bod, and coaxing hope among the raging flood waters. Hope; hope that the sun would finally break free of the storm’s icy grasp, that life could be restored to all. And that this one step, one strain could result in a single piece of that. A strand in the tapestry of devotion and tears.
Entonces no tendré nada vivir para “Then I shall have nothing to live for,” Vocals came with unwavering grit and determination, his own sun breaking through the tangle of murk and storm. He was but few staggering strides from the lady when sting grasped his hind piston. Lethal constriction intermixed within a cesspool of twinges, reverberating within every inch of his aching bode. Yank of unearthly strength was given toward the interweave embedded within his hind stilt, thorns of the entanglement ever deepening within his flesh. Agony aroused more so through silent screams as the barbs entrenched within a final deathly grasp. Wave of pain crashed o’er the titan as the finality of scarlet rose upon the shadowed waters and he broke free of Hell’s Hands.
Flints no longer earthbound, pistons flailed beneath the torrent of murk and debris to grasp holt at any extent. Currents strengthened as if the elements were against him, waves rising with sickeningly iridescent foam at their crests like hungry hands. For but a moment stifles and fore-shoulders churned with unearthly velocity, refusing to be swallowed by the sea. Then again the once-sure credence of earth alighted beneath him, redeeming him worth the mêlée.
Apenas... asimiento encendido “Just… hold on,” He breathed, spray rising behind him in a wake of determination and hope as he plunged once more into the shadowy abyss that had choked the earth. Stretch between them shrank, few strains ‘way from one another, but a thread of jubilation. Physique stretched taunt as the steel gray closed the gap between asylum and hell, the current’s lethal pull dwindling as land’s elevation rose. Eyes in loss of any triumph look upon the struggling mare for a splintered moment, having finally reached her. Finally, yet he was miles away from accomplishment.
Thick nape was thrust beneath her willowy barrel as the regal stag fell upon his knees to reach her. Crests passed with sadistic compel o’er the bronc’s bode as new ribbons of scarlet rose from his knees. With gentle drive, physique the length of his toned shoulders contracted, lifting her from within the torrent’s lethal grasp. Murk-hued waters tumbled around the pair like gnarled hands stretching heavenward to pull the maiden within their binds once more.
Intento y soporte“Try and stand,” Triton breathed, vocals somewhat of refuge within their Hell. Furious thunder screamed as the current about them boiled, trying to tear the stallion’s unwavering hold.
But he was
Not. Letting. Go.
{{Eww, el crapido. If you were wondering, the translations for the Spanish-ness is what he actually says. He’s Spanish and you think of that you say before you say it, ¿la derecha, gente? right, people? xDD Dis is Amour, me mare erm... committed suicide. -Tear, tear-}}
