Post by r e d e e m e d on Jan 18, 2007 11:30:37 GMT -5
Name
Stained glass
Nickname
Stain
Breed
Quarter Horse/ Mustang
Stoned
Brute
Aged
3
Coating
Bay
Highth
15"5
Image
None yet.
Example post
(From another horse site I RP on)
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Stained glass
Nickname
Stain
Breed
Quarter Horse/ Mustang
Stoned
Brute
Aged
3
Coating
Bay
Highth
15"5
Image
None yet.
Example post
(From another horse site I RP on)
The handsome mud colored drake came into the land in a 3-step beat. Going into a sliding stop slinging his tassle in front of him. Crown was set high to the heavens. Breaths evaporated into steam in the cool, crisp, morning air. Orbics looked at the wood not far from where his daggers stood upon the ground. Shoulder muscles rippled making the scar that ran from the right side of his withers to his right front leg extent. A ravines bolt of energy went through him. Not thinking of anything tokah took off into the dark forest, dashing and diving around the timbers and souring over the dead remaining of fallen timbers, lying on the cold surface of the earth.
Wind swept his banner up from his nape and whipped him in the face every stride. Daggers met the leaves that led down to a hill. Trying to stop before she fell down and land flat on his crown he shifted all him weight on his back pillars, but it was no use. In a matter of seconds he was on her bod sliding down the slippery leaves, rocks, and sticks foundation. A scream of chock went out into the land.
Reaching the bottom of the hill he laid there, the sudden sigh would make the core of his form just shiver. Bod went up in an upright position. Limbs tucked up underneath her massive form. Crown went low to the ground as she lay there trying to regain his strength. Soon, he arose to her feet. A sharp pain went through his shoulder. Looking over he saw his scar and it had red drops of blood coming down every second. He sighed. "Not again" lyrics were harsh to himself.
Wind swept his banner up from his nape and whipped him in the face every stride. Daggers met the leaves that led down to a hill. Trying to stop before she fell down and land flat on his crown he shifted all him weight on his back pillars, but it was no use. In a matter of seconds he was on her bod sliding down the slippery leaves, rocks, and sticks foundation. A scream of chock went out into the land.
Reaching the bottom of the hill he laid there, the sudden sigh would make the core of his form just shiver. Bod went up in an upright position. Limbs tucked up underneath her massive form. Crown went low to the ground as she lay there trying to regain his strength. Soon, he arose to her feet. A sharp pain went through his shoulder. Looking over he saw his scar and it had red drops of blood coming down every second. He sighed. "Not again" lyrics were harsh to himself.
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