Post by The Leper on Feb 13, 2007 12:51:57 GMT -5
Name // The Leper (Leper)
Color // Dappled Grey
Breed// Lippizanner
Mane/tail // Steel
Age// Seven
Sex // Stallion
Other // He's evil
Picture// None yet
Example Pos//
Name // Anthrax
Color // Black
Breed// Arabian
Mane/tail // Ebon
Age// Four
Sex // Mare
Other // She's not the sweet, loving dove she appears to be
Picture// None yet
Example Pos// See above
Color // Dappled Grey
Breed// Lippizanner
Mane/tail // Steel
Age// Seven
Sex // Stallion
Other // He's evil
Picture// None yet
Example Pos//
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a godd.amn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I stood on the beach, by banner whipping in the wind. I'm alone; but when has that been news? I'm a shadow of my past self, a lonely preacher and a castout devil. I'm nothing to no one; and I'm miserable. So miserable I'm horrible. I viciously attack anyone who comes close to me, and I claim to hate males. What I really hate is myself, and what I have become. What I'm becoming. I was born into a light neutral family, but have hence become a dark neutral, one of the most unpredictable alliances around.
My brown eyes continued to stare at the slate grey sea, watching the white edged waves crash upon the concrete sand. My bay hide was such a contrast to the frigid colors around me, and played tricks on everyone's mind. Seeing me standing here in the palid word of Malatore Sea, one would have the impression of warmth within a cruel world, but this was not so. I was cruelty within a shallow world. Why does no one see anything for what it is, but only for what it appears to be? I'm beautiful, if I may say so myself, but I cannot, for that makes me vain. But I'm not beautiful on the inside, only on the outside. Which is fine for most, for the outside is what counts in this age.
This is why I live alone, and why I hate everything, when I really just hate myself. I am Acadia, the silent scream you hear in your nightmares. A shadow of the darkness that permeates this forsaken world. So I stand alone on the cold beach, musing over how terrible life was, and wondering if I should just leap into the sea and be done with it. I even readied myself to do it, crouching to leap, when something tugged at the back of my mind, and I recoiled, docile and silent once more.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a godd.amn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I stood on the beach, by banner whipping in the wind. I'm alone; but when has that been news? I'm a shadow of my past self, a lonely preacher and a castout devil. I'm nothing to no one; and I'm miserable. So miserable I'm horrible. I viciously attack anyone who comes close to me, and I claim to hate males. What I really hate is myself, and what I have become. What I'm becoming. I was born into a light neutral family, but have hence become a dark neutral, one of the most unpredictable alliances around.
My brown eyes continued to stare at the slate grey sea, watching the white edged waves crash upon the concrete sand. My bay hide was such a contrast to the frigid colors around me, and played tricks on everyone's mind. Seeing me standing here in the palid word of Malatore Sea, one would have the impression of warmth within a cruel world, but this was not so. I was cruelty within a shallow world. Why does no one see anything for what it is, but only for what it appears to be? I'm beautiful, if I may say so myself, but I cannot, for that makes me vain. But I'm not beautiful on the inside, only on the outside. Which is fine for most, for the outside is what counts in this age.
This is why I live alone, and why I hate everything, when I really just hate myself. I am Acadia, the silent scream you hear in your nightmares. A shadow of the darkness that permeates this forsaken world. So I stand alone on the cold beach, musing over how terrible life was, and wondering if I should just leap into the sea and be done with it. I even readied myself to do it, crouching to leap, when something tugged at the back of my mind, and I recoiled, docile and silent once more.
I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a godd.amn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Name // Anthrax
Color // Black
Breed// Arabian
Mane/tail // Ebon
Age// Four
Sex // Mare
Other // She's not the sweet, loving dove she appears to be
Picture// None yet
Example Pos// See above
