Insomniac//

[Insomniac//]

Name-Insomniac


Nickname-none


Breed-fox trotter and Oldenburg decent


Gender-brujen (male)


Age-10 years


Color-crimson hued


height-14.4 hh


Type-normal


Image not available

Example Post


these are which are lands of my liking

Pillars carried the chasie of the hellion forth. Slamming his ill kept daggers cleanly into the mother earth. Pistons screamed in agony, as the trip had been a long and treacherous one. Perhaps it was all for not? No. Insomniac pressed on, lungs gasping for the sweet giving of life, oxygen, and exhaled revengefully as carbon dioxide. The rough geography didn't hinder the speed at which the small stallion was traveling at. Voids danced and glittered for the lands where new to him, yet in a sense still as old as the earth it self, but in a way they where. Banner flitted and flaunted with the breeze that had suddenly come up, for it was as if the strands of his banner wished to free themselves of Insomniacs corpse once and for all, only to be disappointed by being whipped back to his deathly corpse. A sly grin on malice formed upon the maw of the aging hellion. Tendons and ligaments where stretched to the maximum, for this is where his long journey must end, in the lands of LeMorsea..

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His smaller frame came to a sudden stop, pillars nervously twitching in sheer excitement, for he was not young anymore, although his frame of thought sought for it not to end. Nor would it until he went to the grave and even then his legend would still live on, for the lands that he had touched would never forget the sadistic revenge that Insomniac had indeed placed upon them. Audits laced back into their ditches and kissers curled back, exposing the crimson hued passengers within. A barely audible hiss was sent forth. Fore dagger cleanly snaked out and struck the earth. Sodden pieces flew and grew air-born. Another wound had been created upon these lands that he so marked..

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Yes these lands, they seem for the right of my liking. Perhaps you have still got it don't you old boy. No, you've lost it. Fool! For you own reasons you had left the lands there where yours and come to this! What type of lands be these!...hmmm perhaps this is a gift. They know not of my past, nor will they until it is late...much too late.

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Pillars stood stalk still. He looked so at peace standing there in the valley. The slight sweeping motions of the blades of foliage upon his daggers sent him into a peacefully serene moment. One of which Insomniac had not yet found. The hellion did seem darker than that of his own sire, no. For there was nothing darker than that. A shudder ran down the spin of Insomniac, for the thought held hateful and spiteful memories. Yes these lands would do. He would not cause much of a commotion, no. Perhaps he would act that of a rebel, but not go as far as a light. Yes. This is what he would do. Catch the opponent off guard and brutally murder the corpse that was of the opposer. A smirk once more came upon the maw of the outlandish hellion. These lands would be his soon enough.

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and soon will be filled with fear and hatred for all


Its an odd post. I suppose it will do though. Oh and just a note, the italics are his thoughts, not what he is saying aloud.

[Lacoon]

accepted ;D

[Insomniac//]

Thanks I love your picture by the way, its amazing

[Lacoon]

thanks my good friend nikki made it for me =]