Post by //:Wesson on Nov 22, 2006 22:44:55 GMT -5
Calling: Wesson
Breed: Friesian
Eyes: Blue
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Hooves: White with black stripes (Sorry, don't know the term...)
Mane and Tail: Black
Personality: Very nice personality, friends with many and loves meeting new people. Will risks his own life for others and doesn't ever stab them in the back. Never lies and keeps secrets. A good fighter, and feirce in battle. A perfect friend all in all.
Other: Left ear is deaf.
Picture:
Example Post:
My hocks sounded off like gunshots on the rocky ground as I moved over the final top of the mountain. My orbs drifting up to the sky, grey clouds silencing the blue ocean like a blanket over a dying animal. A sigh excaped my maw and I lowered my head again.
I moved on once more, my body shivering in the snow. A coldsweat running down my sides. I could do nothing but continue walking. My eyes drifted open and shut wearily. I was tired after the long journey to the land. The trees were almost bare and no sign of life anywhere. I stopped once more, now further down the somewhat large hill. I looked around again, but no horses grazed in the grass now being covered with snow. No horses took shelter under the almost bare trees.
This was when it happened. The first time I felt truely alone. Like being the only one living on the planet. I shivered and shut my eyes tight and forced myself to keep moving.
When I reached the grass I was too tired to eat. Too tired to think. I just collapsed and slept. Right there in the snow covered grass, covered by the grey blanket that silenced the sky like a blanket over a dying animal.
Breed: Friesian
Eyes: Blue
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Hooves: White with black stripes (Sorry, don't know the term...)
Mane and Tail: Black
Personality: Very nice personality, friends with many and loves meeting new people. Will risks his own life for others and doesn't ever stab them in the back. Never lies and keeps secrets. A good fighter, and feirce in battle. A perfect friend all in all.
Other: Left ear is deaf.
Picture:
Example Post:
My hocks sounded off like gunshots on the rocky ground as I moved over the final top of the mountain. My orbs drifting up to the sky, grey clouds silencing the blue ocean like a blanket over a dying animal. A sigh excaped my maw and I lowered my head again.
I moved on once more, my body shivering in the snow. A coldsweat running down my sides. I could do nothing but continue walking. My eyes drifted open and shut wearily. I was tired after the long journey to the land. The trees were almost bare and no sign of life anywhere. I stopped once more, now further down the somewhat large hill. I looked around again, but no horses grazed in the grass now being covered with snow. No horses took shelter under the almost bare trees.
This was when it happened. The first time I felt truely alone. Like being the only one living on the planet. I shivered and shut my eyes tight and forced myself to keep moving.
When I reached the grass I was too tired to eat. Too tired to think. I just collapsed and slept. Right there in the snow covered grass, covered by the grey blanket that silenced the sky like a blanket over a dying animal.
