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The World’s end… It is the year 4000 and horses have dominated the world. Sadly life and existence has been split into four corners of the world. Humans have been killed off and destroyed as only animals are living upon the earth’s realms. Three brothers and one sister rule the four corners. They have come together and each want to rule the whole world and not just one of four corners. They want to rule over every Equine and change them into their own alliance. Now all the siblings are going head to head trying to win the top of the totem pole as they look for equines to help them on their journey to do so.
Are you afraid of the dark? « Result #1 on Jun 26, 2007, 2:14pm »
Her obsidian hooves though chipped in appearance held the silence captive as the fem wound her way through briars and clinging vines. Her nares opened and closed bringing in the scents of other fems unclaimed. Of course Symbol had come to be found but never to be claimed. She was not a prize to be won or found for some stallions fancy. Her dark eyes scanned the open areas before her aware of all that stood in her way. Though night time had fallen and crickets chirped loudly Symbol saw everything. Her eyesight was keener than hawks. She was Deaths Symbol to be feared.
Her long black apendages strode forth sure and easy of her surroundings but when the snap of a twig under hoof caught her slight attention she stood perfectly still her eyes darting back and forth to find the source of commotion. As a deer poked her head out from the near by bushes Symbols delicate tapered head shot forth and her teeth buried themselves in the does flesh. The weak victim pulled back in surprised and squealed in pain. Letting go of the terrified vixen Symbol stood her ground once more taking in the surroundings and doings of the nighttime. Her dear friend. Her companion that kept her hidden from dangers. In so many ways they were alike. Symbol and the night. Untold dangers lurked beneath the blackness.
The silver traveler broke through the clouds in the night sky blazing in all her glory lighting up the darkened corners that Symbol loved to haunt so much. Lighting Symbols way the moon brought her to a clearing its silver light dancing upon dew drops upon the grass. The gurgling of a stream let Symbol know that aqua was in this place but the sudden rush of a wind brought her the knowledge of danger. Trotting forth she stopped upon the edge of the hole. It would be a danger but danger lurked everywhere and Symbol had learned to love its call. Rearing up on her hind legs the moon glinting off of her sending out silver aura of beams, Symbol struck out at the sky her hooves ripping for the moon. She screamed out a challenge to all those that wish to interfere with her. She would be lead fea of this land if it killed her.
Re: || fate [open] || « Result #2 on Jun 24, 2007, 5:41am »
[xx] She did not flinch as the large stag passed by, her gaze did not waver. Her demonic orbs were still fixed upon the foliage, although they glanced towards the newcomer, nothing in her stance showed fear or surprise. Wilde had been born a fighter, and she herself stood a proud 15.5 hands in height, tall enough for her plans. Any stag that tried to force her into something would have to fight her first. She bore scars and muscles, although not as much as the new stag, who she had sensed a dark aura about. So said muscles churned as she shifted her form, pressing her afflicted piston against the ground as the crimson seeped from under her hoof. A slight flinch, nothing else, showed her discomfort.
[xx] The silence was broken once more as Wilde turned and moved towards the cool aqua as the stranger had done so only a few minutes before. Regal crown was lowered so she could gulp the much needed mouthfuls of clear, pristine liquid. The freezing water hit her belly with force, refreshing and awakening her. Once weakened frame, from hunger and thirst, was pulled forward into the stream, washing the grime and dirt from her dark bay coat as she moved forward. Her movements were monotone, no expression or emotion, not even showing the slight stinging of her hind hoof. Her attention was fixed on staying in one place, the slight current tugging at her, pushing her along a few inches before she found her footing and planted herself central. She almost seemed to be ignoring the tall, muscular stallion.
[xx] What did she have to fear? Her battle scars proved that she was a seasoned warrior, and she was fast and agile for her seven years. Run whilst you can... a favorite saying of her's. Most of her opponents had enough sense left to flee after she was done with them; some where stupid enough to stay, others didn't have the strength or were already dead. Whatever happened, she was there, taunting them, using her deadly speed to finish them off. She hadn't always been so strong. As a foal she was weaker, tall and lanky compared to her dam. Something about this bronc drew her attention, and though she resisted it, she couldn't help but glance up. He held a leaders' aura, something few had. His expression would make even the darkest equines shiver. But not Wilde. She returned the cold stare steadfastly.
[xx] He was indeed a good deal more muscled and held quite a lot of height on her. But if he dared try to hurt the apparently vulnerable fae before him, he would be in for a shock. Which gave her nothing to fear. A deep lungful of air showed her nobody else was around, her ears laid flat against her elegantly carved crown, giving her perfect hearing for the surrounding area. Even the tiny snap of a twig she could here. She reared her head and waded her way out of the stream, scrambling up the bank and moving evenly towards the emerald stalks, lowering her tiara to feed. Once full, the minx snorted and allowed her disturbingly sweet vocals forth; drawing equines into their depths. "I take it your not here for the scenery?" Her tone was inquiring, and a glance around the deary clearing showed the meaning behind her words. She was not one for long, grand speeches. She had no need for them. If a simple phrase would do, why bore everyone with two pages of ramblings?
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Re: || fate [open] || « Result #3 on Jun 19, 2007, 11:28am »
K L E P T O N I O
He'syour
worse
nightmare....
X.x.X Atmosphere was musty with heat as the heavens were rather clear with little clouds within the bright aquatic hue the heavens possessed. The breeze was dead as nothing rustled with life within the forestry as the only sounds were fowl and a small stream trickling with Rainbow Trout fighting the current within the clear crisped aqua. The forestry seemed rather life filled today, something Kleptonio hated. Life itself was a pregnant dog, at least in his blood thirty optics, so intimidating. Kleptonio was slowly taking step forth worth in a walking pace just roaming around the realms besides the Nördlich or the Östlich realms. If he did he never knew what he might do—Kill… Well he knew but he needed to keep himself for cause an abrupt out break of the war that was already growing into a huge conflict. Kleptonio’s mind was wandering about life actually and where he was headed. He was thinking about Tonstalotion. If he should turn on the Soth at the last minute or him and his brother both rule over all the corners and spilt it in half and they could still be alliance. Kleptonio was positive the Westen and Soth would conquer Nördlich and Östlich because they were absolute push overs and I mean just look at Kleptonio. He was huge, his whithers stood at 16.3 and he was still growing—hell he looked like he took steroids. X.x.X Slowly Kleptonio kept the slow pace as his lengthy whipcord that was gleaming with lustrous manner to the dreads that was flowing in the dead breeze as he held his whipcord high in pride, he had every right to. He took confident and long stride of a walk with his over sized pistons that pressed the soil down a good inch every stepped he took. Scullery held high in a proud manner as his nape was arched perfectly with his brawns bulged. Muscles rippled beneath his ebony kissed belt with each steep he took. Nose flared quickly as he took in any scent that was any threat, though he feared none. As his pistons struck the moist soil leaving tracks behind he softly let a sigh surpass his nostrils in dismay of boredom. He knew he should be head back to the Westen realms; he most defiantly was NOT looking for a fea as he could careless about them. He was unique. He didn’t want a fea along side of him—he wanted him, he, and himself and that was that. X.x.X Suddenly his nostrils flared and his came to a sudden stop. His pelt twitched as muscles urged him to make a move as his optics widened with their deep maroon hued color. Picking up his over sized piston he stood not moving a single bone though his muscled twitched beneath his pelt just urging him to move. Letting a loud snort he softly tossed his scullery as the long and lengthy banner followed as it was long past his nape and his long ebony forelock slapped the tips of his maw. His optics landed upon, a fea. Rolling his optics he kept walking by. Every equine knew of him as most feared him—good. He walked past the fea without caring as he heard her break into a second beat not glancing at her. Slowly his over sized bodice made its way to the aqua of a stream the flowed. Dipping his maw to it he softly sucked it up to sooth his parched vox as he forelock touched the top of the aqua soaking it along with his banner. Kleptonio could careless of this fea—he was not looking for the bull shit called, ‘love’--Or was he?
« Last Edit: Jun 19, 2007, 11:37am by ღ Carhartt ღ »
|| fate [open] || « Result #4 on Jun 17, 2007, 2:41pm »
[xx] Amongst the dark, lifeless shadows, who would expect to see even the slightest trace of a living being? Pure blood pumping through live veins, powered by an empty heart that secretly longed for something more, but was forbidden to surpass anything but the rhythmic beating that it was condemned to continue for the rest of existence. That was her life... condemned to be one in a million, she supposed. But, there she was. She was so different, yet in her own self inflicting eyes she was no different from the nearest equine, breath by breath... pulse by pulse she matched all others around her. And yet, so at ease she was in this incorrect fact with herself that it never even closely grazed her mind that she was, in fact, different... quite different, but she was at home with the lie that she wasn't. For some reason, every scar she obtained was upon her belly and beneath her chest, hidden from view unless she was to lay down in the sod, exposing her underbelly for all to see. Only one scar exceeded the forbidden boundaries of her back, making itself seen upon her shoulder, crawling across her chest all the way to the opposite side. A eternal mark of shame, reminding her of her past life; which lay forgotten in the dust.
[xx] Muscles churned beneath the shining bay exterior, like fluid fused to work in harmony with one another to move her lean bodice like a smooth phantom across the ground. Long tresses bounced upon her shoulders, their length a mile long, so to speak, as the ends of her tassels grazed the bottom of her shoulders, her forelock ending only slightly past the beginning of her maw, some ends reaching down just above her lip. Like a masquerade they were cast over her coal, abysmal eyes, hiding them from sight with a sinister, solemn appearance. Even the tassels of her tail kissed the bottom of the ground, sliding softly over tall grasses that exceeded in length to touch the coarse hairs of her banner. Her crown was carried low as she moved, her breath coming softly and easily as she paced herself, peering from behind her masking threads to the dreary world around her. Shadows filled every possible space, slipping like a raven blanket over her own dark hide, camouflaging her from the world. Disinteresting, boring...indifferent. The lands did little to stir her interests, but would the occupants be the same?
[xx] Along her motions, there was a sudden break in the rhythm of her movements. Muscles in her shoulder flinched and contracted, and the demoness lifted slowly the afflicted piston that had caused her the discomfort. Peering down beneath her dagger, there was a distinct, wet crimson dripping upon the ground, where consequently a sharpened rock protruded from the ground. A throbbing sting wracked the nerves of her own foot as more crimson dripped upon the ground, and yet...the expression upon her face was unchanged and monotonous, as if the pain wasn't even present. She moved her dagger away from the stone, and placed it with all of her weight upon the ground. There was, indeed, a quite strong stinging sensation to accompany this action, but it was bearable. She jogged on, with the same movements as she had to continue the constant rhythm, despite the pain that was there alongside her actions. But pain...it was only a distraction, and her own was so minor that she might laugh at the thought of limping. Infact, it was little more than a tiny fish in the ocean of her life; why bother herself by limping indignantly?
[xx] This trek she was one across these lands...she had yet to find something of interest. Everywhere she looked, there were the same peering, yellow eyes of predators that you would encounter in the terrain of others. She brought herself to a stop, looking behind her own traces...there was curved, crimson tracks behind her where the wound upon the bottom of her flint still bled freely and slowly, staining the ground with the essence of her life blood. She new there was a lead demon. His stench was close and strong, so his own presence couldn't be so distant from her own. Though, her patience was long, so she stood idle, casting her solemn stare upon the horizon. What the future held for her was beyond the unknown, but perhaps...good things would come to those who wait. But she did not believe in good things, so why should she wait? Smirk crossed her maw, pistons raising herself into the air, pawing at the enveloping shadows like a she was fighting them off.
[xx] Venom-dripping call filled the air, her scanners flicking over the boring lands. So different, so similar. She flicked her long threads, out of her eyes only for the breeze to swing them back in place. Rumble escaped her chest, deep and booming; truly dark. She raised her injured dagger to relieve some of the weight, allowing the pooling scarlet liquid to fall freely to the earth. Then, she lowered it once more, shifting herself to place her weight back on all fours. The banshee looked up from her intense stare on the stained sod, no emotion on her blank yet terrifying features. She could hear another equine, the rhythmic hoof-beats loud in her pinned auds. She awaited the arrival silently, never shifting her bodice, still as a statue in the cold, uninviting moonlight.
Re: Tryouts... « Result #5 on Jun 17, 2007, 6:06am »
Name Stellasion {Stella}
Height 16.2hh
Gender Mare
Age 5 rotations
Appearance Tall for a mare, her weight is entirely made up of muscle and needed fat, nothing extra. Her stature is impressive, her legs long and her bodice slim. Deep reddish bay in hue, her eyes are dark chocolate down and her scarlet whipcord dusts the ground, smooth and unbroken. Her banner is long, and reaches her chest, also red in pigment. She prides herself with her spotless appearance, though she has been known to get down and dirty with intruders and challenging equines. Her crown is dished, and her neck long and elegant. The soft flesh of her underbelly is lined with scars, reminders of fights that she has lost or won. The only scar that does not line her underbelly is one that creeps over her shoulder and onto her back, a eternal mark of shame from her childhood. Soft feathers line her hooves, creamy white in color. A thick blaze runs down her face, ending with a long white strip down her nose. Her chest is toned and muscular, though she is lithe in appearance.
Personality This vixen is perhaps confusing in her path of instincts. Her nature varies upon scenario to scenario, always to be defined immediately by the opposing equine. She will never revert her decisions of nature, but merely make it flexible with her schedule as she tends to do so. Many question her authority as her wild antics may become dull and drained of their life. Once again, it all ravels down to the current event in time. When in no way threatened or taunted by the opposing equine, she has no reason as to put up a raging fight, but respect their presence more so. In this state of mind, she is calmed and carefree of her scenery. If for some reason delighted by another's presence, she may even spoil her daily routine and encourage a bit of fun. Outgoing in ways, she is always available for the excitement of socialization with the outside atmosphere. A truly enjoyable equine to be around.
During a time of war raging out of her canvas, she may at times become vicious and malicious. This includes the cruel taunting and teasing of her mental or physical beings. At no circumstances will she tremble and regard a fight as too risky for she is one to take immediate action. Her mocking are insulting, rampaged with hatred and anger. She won't take any crap from any living, breathing object on this lithosphere. Indeed, she thinks quite high of herself, so insults just bounce off. She does not believe herself to be regal; but demands respect none-the-less. Somehow, she always seems to get her own way, and if she doesn't, she throws a tantrum. Except, she's been known to kill {rarely, but true} in her rage, not chuck her food at the walls and sulk. She's loyal to her cause, and really does enjoy the presence of her only brother, Constantine {for she does not think of Tonstalotion and Kleptonio as her birth kin anymore}.
RP Audition [xx] It was if the earth had never moved, never shifted, never revolved in its endless course around the great big star we call the sun. And if it had done so, time did not caress the lithe creature, for her body was as in shape and as streamlined as it ever had been. As a foal she had never taken care of herself, for she was just about as worried for her looks as she was for redemption. As she grew older, she found the importance of grooming and cleaning, trying to attract some brute's eye, someone that would have a strong enough will to be able to rule by her side as her king and mate. Yet none had ever had the courage to try their luck on her. They would arrive and leave within the same day. However, in her mind, they were not suitable for her purpose anyway, as well as it separated the weak from the strong.
[xx] Only those who were truly established in their thoughts and pride would be able to have her, for she found her way into your mind, prying apart the walls that you placed up, just so she could have a look inside and explore your very soul. She liked having the ability to find weaknesses and tear at them until the brute who was once so proud and mighty went crawling back into the shadows to lick his wounds and hide from the minx who destroyed him. Yes, she was tough, and there was nothing in the world which would make her soft and loving, nor respectful or kind to any other than those closest to her. Only to one lord had she shown her inside to, and he had thrown it away as if it were useless garbage; leaving her in his stead to rule over his land for two long years.
[xx] He had returned then, and at first she had been angry, hating him, loathing him and despising him with all her will; yet once again he managed to get back on her good side. And once again had he deserted her. He hadn't come back since then, and now she was moving on. No more would she ever trust any steed, nor any fae who dared come up and speak to her. As a filly she had learned that not letting anyone into you was the right way to live, and she had lived long and hard like such. Yet one still had sent those bricks tumbling into rubble at the base of her shriveled heart, leaving it wide open for him to come and fill in.
[xx] Nay, she had not loved him with her life, for she would never have hesitated to rip him limb from limb; but she had given him her trust and her respect, something she had never given any other. And now, she would never do so again. Do not think that the next brute who came up to her, declaring her his queen and the love of his life, would win her over. Neither would the next bronc who acted as if he were her prince charming ever scale her now guarded empty pit where her heart once was. For she had nothing to give him should he try to break into her, she had nothing at all which would give him any advantage over her. And with this knowledge, she carried on her never-ending journey, her crimson whipcord slashing any flies that dared land upon her back.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 12 Karma: 0
Re: C.urious [Open] « Result #6 on Jun 14, 2007, 7:41pm »
X.x.X Atmosphere was musty with heat as the heavens were rather clear with little clouds within the bright aquatic hue the heavens possessed. The breeze was dead as nothing rustled with life within the forestry as the only sounds were fowl and a small stream trickling with Rainbow Trout fighting the current within the clear crisped aqua. The forestry seemed rather life filled today, something Kleptonio hated. Life itself was a pregnant dog, at least in his blood thirty optics, so intimidating. Kleptonio was slowly taking step forth worth in a walking pace just roaming around the realms besides the Nördlich or the Östlich realms. If he did he never knew what he might do—Kill… Well he knew but he needed to keep himself for cause an abrupt out break of the war that was already growing into a huge conflict. Kleptonio’s mind was wandering about life actually and where he was headed. He was thinking about Tonstalotion. If he should turn on the Soth at the last minute or him and his brother both rule over all the corners and spilt it in half and they could still be alliance. Kleptonio was positive the Westen and Soth would conquer Nördlich and Östlich because they were absolute push overs and I mean just look at Kleptonio. He was huge, his whithers stood at 16.3 and he was still growing—hell he looked like he took steroids.
X.x.X Slowly Kleptonio kept the slow pace as his lengthy whipcord that was gleaming with lustrous manner to the dreads that was flowing in the dead breeze as he held his whipcord high in pride, he had every right to. He took confident and long stride of a walk with his over sized pistons that pressed the soil down a good inch every stepped he took. Scullery held high in a proud manner as his nape was arched perfectly with his brawns bulged. Muscles rippled beneath his ebony kissed belt with each steep he took. Nose flared quickly as he took in any scent that was any threat, though he feared none. As his pistons struck the moist soil leaving tracks behind he softly let a sigh surpass his nostrils in dismay of boredom. He knew he should be head back to the Westen realms; he most defiantly was NOT looking for a fea as he could careless about them. He was unique. He didn’t want a fea along side of him—he wanted him, he, and himself and that was that. X.x.X Suddenly his nostrils flared and his came to a sudden stop. His pelt twitched as muscles urged him to make a move as his optics widened with their deep maroon hued color. Picking up his over sized piston he stood not moving a single bone though his muscled twitched beneath his pelt just urging him to move. Letting a loud snort he softly tossed his scullery as the long and lengthy banner followed as it was long past his nape and his long ebony forelock slapped the tips of his maw. His optics landed upon, a fea. Rolling his optics he kept walking by. Every equine knew of him as most feared him—good. He walked past the fea without caring as he heard her break into a second beat not glancing at her. Slowly his over sized bodice made its way to the aqua of a stream the flowed. Dipping his maw to it he softly sucked it up to sooth his parched vox as he forelock touched the top of the aqua soaking it along with his banner. Kleptonio could careless of this fea—he was not looking for the bull shit called, ‘love’.
« Last Edit: Jun 19, 2007, 11:27am by ღ Carhartt ღ »
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you...
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Re: Tryouts... « Result #7 on Jun 14, 2007, 12:01pm »
Name Tonstalotion
Height 17.2hh
Gender stag
Age 6 rotations
Appearance Tonstalotion is tall in appearance, giving a looming and fearsome look. Though his is tall, is bod is quite muscular and powerful. His stride takes up much ground, as his long strapping pistons can reach over a large amount of ground, giving him an advantage in a chase. His hue is a faded black roan, giving him an almost blue glow. His banner is ebon in hue, long an frayed, as if it had been drug through a thorn bush. Whipcord is ebon as well, with three deep gray stripes near his dock. It is short, barley reaching past his hocks and frayed as well. His optics are a deep chocolate, soulful and show his every emotion. With his years of trying, he has learned to mask their show of emotion. Many scars mark his bod, one strikes his left optic rendering it near blind.
Personality Tonstalotion is emotionless on the outside, he has learned to mask his feelings. Harsh on all who disobey him, disrespect is something you just don't do around him. He will use force to get what he wants, though killing is something he usually does. Mares are the only ones who can escape a fight, he will strike them but never enough to draw blood. He is only loyal to one vixen, though he may keep more than one with him. The only stag he will listen to is his older brother, who he follows and trusts. He does not wish to kill his younger brother and sister, only to have them drop dead on their own accord. He does not hate them, but very much dislikes, and thinks it would be convenient from them to just leave.
RP Audition
.x. It's quite lonely, the stars themselves. Just looking at what they were to become. Their once great world, would soon be turned to a sparkle in the night sky. Just like that, no second thought. It would go without warning, and it would come without a doubt. As it did before, killing so many for what reason? Tonstalotion could think of none. To punish Kleptonio most likely, for all the sin he committed Tonstalotion was sure would kill them all. Yet, had no problem following orders from the demon. What would come would, there wasn't anything he could do to stop that. So why not take what you can, being ruler of the last know sanctuary on this godforsaken planet didn't sound to bad. We're all going to die eventually, why not have some fun now?
.x. Tonstalotion did not believe killing Constantine and Stellasion would be so right, let them drop dead on their own accord. Constantine would never get in their way, he was a push over and they knew it. They all did. So to what need would Kleptonio have at killing the wretch? With the way he acted, he would sure to die soon enough. Tonstalotion did loath the two, but hate was a borderline word, he though not to use it. As for Stellasion, well she's a mare. Get caught up in some stag or a foal, wouldn't be to long before she thought different of the whole situation. Tried world peace or some crap like that, he almost laughed thinking of Kleptonio and peace. Just didn't fit.
.x. Silhouette began to stride forward now, stalwart ebon pistons stretching and snapping like branches in a zephyr. Daggers chewed up the terra, leaving crescent moon scars in the sod with each powerful stroke. Frayed and tangled, ebon banner swayed and flowed along his muscular boa. Luscious black roan hue gave to the appearance of an azure glow. Odd he knew, but the looks that came from others just set a grin on his jet maw. Stride lurched to no where in particular, just for the feel of running. Massive cranium raised to the stars, nares sucked in the carbon. The scent of a vixen intoxicated his senses, stale but sweet as molasses. How he wished it to be fresh, the vixen would surly come to.
.x. Sepia optics flicked within his skull, watching what was left of this planet. Not much, few flora if at all in some places. No life flickered but his own, a thick silence hung over it all. Thunder of his massive daggers to the sod was the only thing to be heard. Wind ceased to blow, humidity hanging on a thin strand. If only it would rain, give some peace to the parched flora, and the lips of many equine. He too wished the heavens to pour, to cool his bulk. Sweat pricked his nape, but the steady flow of his long stride continued. Emotionless it would seam, keeping his thoughts and feeling to himself. That's the he would keep it, to survive by his brother's side he needed only his wits. Frame streaking without cover under their impending doom, that brother would soon commit, under the stars. Across what he would soon hope to have as his own. Across Constellation Isle.
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you...
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camp in Michigan; « Result #8 on Jun 14, 2007, 9:34am »
Hey everybody, I'm going to a camp in Michigan Saturday. I'm leaving at noon, but I have a lession earlier so that day I wont get on. The camp is three weeks long, so I wont get back till after the 4th of July. Thanks everyone,
C.urious [Open] « Result #9 on Jun 13, 2007, 11:12pm »
Obsidian stuck to the shade, mane casually cascaded down her define nape and her dial rose slightly above her withers. Auds erect upon her skull and nostrils a flare with new and defiant smells, what was once taken as intake a snort was release more of a subtle warning. Black hue of a pelt refused to shine in the shadows as careful steps of a trot were taken through the brush, greed bound branches snagged her abused hide. An abrupt stop as her rump swung toward her western side to face the more open territory, nape coiled sharply into a rather elegant arch. Auds laced back against her skull, occuli of dark hazel rolled back momentarily with an abrupt warning for equine to keep bound from her or to at least keep their distance. Obsidian had very little tolerance as she learned from brother and her own Sire, petite yet bold enough to hold her own. Not easily startled and easily agitated.
Obsidian’s muscles flexed beneath a now slightly reflective pelt of what dull sun found its way through an overcast sky. Flag of a tail aroused slightly while he stride broke from its walk to a jolty trot, dial remained further up form her withers while her nape remained coiled in its arch. Abruptly her dial jerked forward, uprooting the once rhythmically draped dreads into a chaos and tangled web of black that surrounded her pinned auds. Her attention clearly about her, muscles taught as they flinched with every awkward movement, ready to come to her own defense or to perhaps pose a threat to an intruder, either way, she was surely a Westen bred mare.
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Tryouts... « Result #10 on Jun 12, 2007, 11:27am »
Here is where you get to try out for the four rulers of the four corners. There is Constantine, Stellasion, and Tonstalotion. Sorry Kleptonio is mine! What I want you to do is fill out the joining form for the sibling you want to rp with your own stats that you want but you must keep the name. Then you must have an RP example and make sure it's good! Must be them in the Rp Example and they need to be similar to what I posted in the plot. Please read the plot--it will help you win and make it easier on you. Be creative and have fun!
Form for Audtitions:
Name
Height
Gender
Age
Appearance (Atleast One Paragrah)
Personality (Atleast One Paragraph)
RP Audtion
Winners
Ruler of the Nördlich (Constantine) Winner: Ruler of the Östlich(Stellasion) Winner:
1.) Most Cussing is blocked
2.) Guests Can't see
3.) No Fighting
4.) No crude jokes and what not
5.) No Advertising, its just stupid
6.) Respect others
7.) No Roleplaying in the C-Box
8.) Don't be childish and use to many exclamation marks and no caps lock
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