Post by forbidden love on Jan 23, 2007 2:02:00 GMT -5
Name kousa
Nickname none
Breed arabian lousitano mix
Gender mare
Age three and a half
Color ligh gray with dark, almost black, legs.
Height fifteen one
Type normal
Example Post
From another site.
Her ivory body flashed across the landscape as her legs hit the ground in an almost perfect rhythm. A smile lit the otherwise expressionless features. But unlike that of the darks this was not a cold expression. It was just that in these past hours nothing had happened to otherwise change the expression upon her face. Though suddenly the rhythm stopped. Her prancing waltz came to an abrupt end as she looked around, her eyes washing over the surroundings. She took in every aspect. From the leaves of the trees that blew in the wind to the small rabbits that bounced along gaily in the long rye – grass. Most thought it was impossible that one could look at even the smallest living thing and see all the possibilities for it. Many thought it impossible. For Arliea, it was just habit. It seemed long ago that she had had that fight with her Lord. Seemed long ago that guilt had claimed her life and she fled. But since then her life had been very subtle and dull. For she now maimed with such calmness in her wake that any found it very hard to pick a fight. She would simply either justify her actions or agree to what it was they said. Never would she raise her voice or strike at another.
A small laugh lay dormant in her throat as if she was waiting for something to entertain her, to make the laugh escape. It was almost as if she expected it. Once again her eyes scanned the terrain. There was so much out there to see, so many stories to find. Yet it seemed that the time to find them in was running very thin. For how many would remain out here to claim her? But it seemed that these details would remain here for eternity. So what was it she was concerned about? More rabbits would be playing if ever she decided to come here again. But maybe her thoughts were of the fact that in a year time those of careless heart could have ruined what it was she wished to see. It was as if she couldn’t let that happen. A part of her wanted to explore it now, to run as the crow flies. Or so they said. But there was another part, the part that wanted to be claimed and loved. She knew that she would never be loved as the queen for she had arrived to late. But as long as she had a place in another’s heart then her care could be less. In fact her care was probably greatest out of all in these lands.
In a thought she knew what it was that she had to do, lifting her ivory body into the air she let a soft squeal go out to all those in the harem. Yet only those whose hearts were pure would answer. Or so she hoped. The fact was not that she couldn’t handle those of the darkness, but whether they could handle her. For they went for the bite in faes and the fact was that she carried none. She would reason with the shadowkin as much as those of aura kin. For in her mind the only thing that separated one from the other was both heritage and personality. Her body was pulled back towards the earth from the gravity. Yet as she came down another obedient call left her mouth. Ivory body shook in the sunlight making the dust fall in patches onto the soft emerald glades. Unlike most she was not afraid of being attacked so she set herself down upon the grass and smiled. Waiting for the moment when another would arrive for her. Eyes found the motion of a tiny sparrow in flight and she finally aloud the dormant laugh to come, though it was in a different way. It was not in entertainment what she laughed, but because the bird was so carefree. As the crow flies…
Nickname none
Breed arabian lousitano mix
Gender mare
Age three and a half
Color ligh gray with dark, almost black, legs.
Height fifteen one
Type normal
Example Post
From another site.
Her ivory body flashed across the landscape as her legs hit the ground in an almost perfect rhythm. A smile lit the otherwise expressionless features. But unlike that of the darks this was not a cold expression. It was just that in these past hours nothing had happened to otherwise change the expression upon her face. Though suddenly the rhythm stopped. Her prancing waltz came to an abrupt end as she looked around, her eyes washing over the surroundings. She took in every aspect. From the leaves of the trees that blew in the wind to the small rabbits that bounced along gaily in the long rye – grass. Most thought it was impossible that one could look at even the smallest living thing and see all the possibilities for it. Many thought it impossible. For Arliea, it was just habit. It seemed long ago that she had had that fight with her Lord. Seemed long ago that guilt had claimed her life and she fled. But since then her life had been very subtle and dull. For she now maimed with such calmness in her wake that any found it very hard to pick a fight. She would simply either justify her actions or agree to what it was they said. Never would she raise her voice or strike at another.
A small laugh lay dormant in her throat as if she was waiting for something to entertain her, to make the laugh escape. It was almost as if she expected it. Once again her eyes scanned the terrain. There was so much out there to see, so many stories to find. Yet it seemed that the time to find them in was running very thin. For how many would remain out here to claim her? But it seemed that these details would remain here for eternity. So what was it she was concerned about? More rabbits would be playing if ever she decided to come here again. But maybe her thoughts were of the fact that in a year time those of careless heart could have ruined what it was she wished to see. It was as if she couldn’t let that happen. A part of her wanted to explore it now, to run as the crow flies. Or so they said. But there was another part, the part that wanted to be claimed and loved. She knew that she would never be loved as the queen for she had arrived to late. But as long as she had a place in another’s heart then her care could be less. In fact her care was probably greatest out of all in these lands.
In a thought she knew what it was that she had to do, lifting her ivory body into the air she let a soft squeal go out to all those in the harem. Yet only those whose hearts were pure would answer. Or so she hoped. The fact was not that she couldn’t handle those of the darkness, but whether they could handle her. For they went for the bite in faes and the fact was that she carried none. She would reason with the shadowkin as much as those of aura kin. For in her mind the only thing that separated one from the other was both heritage and personality. Her body was pulled back towards the earth from the gravity. Yet as she came down another obedient call left her mouth. Ivory body shook in the sunlight making the dust fall in patches onto the soft emerald glades. Unlike most she was not afraid of being attacked so she set herself down upon the grass and smiled. Waiting for the moment when another would arrive for her. Eyes found the motion of a tiny sparrow in flight and she finally aloud the dormant laugh to come, though it was in a different way. It was not in entertainment what she laughed, but because the bird was so carefree. As the crow flies…
