Post by dusk on May 9, 2007 6:20:41 GMT -5
Name Dusk
Age 2
Breed Arabian
Gender fae
Colour grey
Markings hind pastern, star
Height 14.2
Temprement Light Hearted
Personality Often a streak of stubborness shows within her personality but usually she is happy with just having a good time. She is very willing and very careless she cares for others but mostly of her own beauty. She is a flirt and plays with the stags. Quite a character really.
Role Play Sample
Where will she, not one knows. She travels like an eagle sawing through the sky. She travels like a ballet dancer, with grace and understanding. She travels like a jet fighter, with speed and cunning. Where will she go, not one knows.
The atmosphere lay still today, concelling the regions beauty with ints silent grasp. Moitionless to the breeze the foliage did not sway nor did they move their many thin branches. Silence lingered around every corner, in every gap, through every hole. A new day had just begun.
Her slender porcelin chassis was supported by the lengthy stilts, tipped in charchol her daggers sliced through the soft sod with ease. Her elegance and grace showed within her every stride. The proud dove arched her boa grandly and rested her carved tiara gently upon her chest. Well rounded in her hindquaters she strutted through the scrubland. Her wild silk tendrils flowing wildly from the center of her crest. Her dreads were free of anything as they floated on the breeze. But as she ceased her movements her threads fell delicately from the skies. She came not from the heaven seekers nor from the underworld, she simply came from nowhere, an outcast, homeless gypsy.
Her tassled banner lashing softly against her silk covered flanks left no imprintment on her jacket. Standing almost motionless she tilted her dial to one side and allowed her duos to listen. No sounds greeted her thorns nor a scent familier to her nares. She must be the only one left was her thought. But as she parted her velvet kissers she allowed her sweet musical tunes, to fill the lands beyond with her carefully chosen song. Now all the little wench had to do was wait for a bronc to come and introduce himself.
