Post by .Virus. on Feb 12, 2009 19:38:30 GMT -5
1.) Sin
2.) Sin
3.) Friesian
4.) Black
5.) Mare
6.) Her Personality is one of a kind: Sin isn't one of trust. She trusts no one. cunning and vulgar is the way she is.
7.) Picture [optional]: I need to get one
8.) Type Normal
9.) The precence of two stallions was indeed threatening a bit to a pregnant mare. Inside Morphine was freaking, yet on the outside she was as calm as could be. Peaks still lay atop her pan, lips quivered a bit as she watched the black stallion lean his brawny skull towards her. Thoughts of snipping out at him crossed her mind. Anything to get them away from her, out of her comfort zone. Her bodice was tense, there wasnt any part of her that didnt want to jump out of her skin right at this moment. It wasnt that she was scared really, she could take care of herself for the most part. Twins raised slightly as the ebonite creature began to speak again, his words were soft yet demanding in a way. Yes there was a reason to live, there was always one. Unless you have lived your life and done everything you should. Morphine was going on seven years old and she was just starting her life over for the third time. Now with an unborn foal. As the stallion turned towards her, lightening flashed across the dark sky, revealing his scared visage. Morphine's first instinct was to look away, not to look at it again, but something stopped her. She stood there not looking away, just looking at the hole where his eye should have been. All defense sheilds dropped slowly, it was as if she trusted this heithan, like maybe he was somewhat like her. Morphine was a loner, she was a freak and now she was to have a freak child.
Morphine began to realize that there was something within this stallions past that was haunting him, yet he wasnt about to show it or tell it. Morphine knew how that was. All she had to hear was the name Toledo and she would block herself off to the outside world and become mute again. Morphine wasnt really a big talker, but when Alone came along he broght that all out in her. Shaking her drenched boa Morphine came back to reality, seeing that the heithan was watching her. What was he thinking about in the silence of the night? What was he here for? Out of pure bordem or was he here to wisk her away from any other bastard that would come this way? Morphine could only imagine what things could happen in this night. She could easily go with him, but what would become of her or her unborn? There were so many questions and very few answers. Morphine had to be careful not to make the wrong decision, to make sure she made the right one. Visage studied the masculine before her. His mamoth structure reminded her of the mountain breed, strong and capable of handling the rough weather of winter. Comparing herself to this beast, she was small, though she had friesian blood running through her veins, she was at least two hands shorter then he was. It was always known within the lands that mares were indeed shorter then stallions. It was believed that they were also weaker then them as well, so this other bastard said.
Within what felt like seconds the black stallion had noticed the other and quickly placed himself at her side. flutes snapped back upon her crania, squeal broke loose from her lips. The sudden burst of movement made her uneasy, watching the look upon the ebon knight's visage stopped her. It was as though he was claiming his prize, proving to this other beast that he had claimed her before it was time to. Fore pawed at the ground nerviously, not knowing what to do or say. it was nice to have someone willing to fight over her, but it was also confusing since she knew nothing about this mamoth, she didnt even remember his name. Morphine was quiet as the dark beast spoke his words. Rain poored down even harder as the heat from the stallion beside her began to make her slightly uncomfortable, yet something deep inside her was telling her everything was alright with this one. Slowly she moved forwards, placing herself slightly infront of the chared brute. Maw placed itself upon painted chest plate, deep pools looked upon the ghostly bastard who stood meer inches away from her. She was not here to watch two idiots fight over something that wasnt really worth fighting for. Yes, Morphine really didnt think well of herself if you havent noticed. Morphine was not irrate about this, it was just simply unnessasary to bicker. Before she could speak the white stag began to speak. "Morphine, fair one, I do not concider anyone weaker because they are mares". Snort was presented at that instant. Visage looked around to look upon the ebonite creature, she could see that he was still fuming, ready and willing to fight for her at the drop of a hat. all she heard of the next round of words from the bastard standing nfront of her was "I am of pure, untouched blood.".
Blood from within her bodice began to pump, harder then before. It was as though the fires from within her chambers had been lit that instance. It was as though this brute thought nothing other than being "pure" blood. Morphine herself was friesian and arabian, and her foal would be of two other breeds. Thunder rumbled in the sky, muting the scream that rang from within her gut. Lightening flashed and maw parted so the painted entress could speak. "Who are you to say you are of pure blood? I myself am not. So if I am not of pure blood I am not worthy of talking to? Well you might as well turn around and go within the safty of your borders because most if not every equine on this land is not a pure blood!" At this time Morphine could feel the heart beat hammering against her chest. She knew that it was not the best thing for her unborn. Turning around, ignoring the brute behind her, she looked upon the tar stag. "And you...I wouldnt let the past stand in your way of what you are doing...fight for what you want or what you believe in." What the hell was she doing? Morphine backed up a few feet, visage watched both stallions. Nap relaxed, letting dial slowly decline towards the traces of the land. Flutes dance on top her crania, listening to the sounds of the night. The rain rippling off the trees, hitting each and every leaf and branch. Pools looked up upon the back stag. "By the way, you have yet to flatter me with ur alias."
(c) .Morphine. 2008-2009
2.) Sin
3.) Friesian
4.) Black
5.) Mare
6.) Her Personality is one of a kind: Sin isn't one of trust. She trusts no one. cunning and vulgar is the way she is.
7.) Picture [optional]: I need to get one
8.) Type Normal
9.) The precence of two stallions was indeed threatening a bit to a pregnant mare. Inside Morphine was freaking, yet on the outside she was as calm as could be. Peaks still lay atop her pan, lips quivered a bit as she watched the black stallion lean his brawny skull towards her. Thoughts of snipping out at him crossed her mind. Anything to get them away from her, out of her comfort zone. Her bodice was tense, there wasnt any part of her that didnt want to jump out of her skin right at this moment. It wasnt that she was scared really, she could take care of herself for the most part. Twins raised slightly as the ebonite creature began to speak again, his words were soft yet demanding in a way. Yes there was a reason to live, there was always one. Unless you have lived your life and done everything you should. Morphine was going on seven years old and she was just starting her life over for the third time. Now with an unborn foal. As the stallion turned towards her, lightening flashed across the dark sky, revealing his scared visage. Morphine's first instinct was to look away, not to look at it again, but something stopped her. She stood there not looking away, just looking at the hole where his eye should have been. All defense sheilds dropped slowly, it was as if she trusted this heithan, like maybe he was somewhat like her. Morphine was a loner, she was a freak and now she was to have a freak child.
Morphine began to realize that there was something within this stallions past that was haunting him, yet he wasnt about to show it or tell it. Morphine knew how that was. All she had to hear was the name Toledo and she would block herself off to the outside world and become mute again. Morphine wasnt really a big talker, but when Alone came along he broght that all out in her. Shaking her drenched boa Morphine came back to reality, seeing that the heithan was watching her. What was he thinking about in the silence of the night? What was he here for? Out of pure bordem or was he here to wisk her away from any other bastard that would come this way? Morphine could only imagine what things could happen in this night. She could easily go with him, but what would become of her or her unborn? There were so many questions and very few answers. Morphine had to be careful not to make the wrong decision, to make sure she made the right one. Visage studied the masculine before her. His mamoth structure reminded her of the mountain breed, strong and capable of handling the rough weather of winter. Comparing herself to this beast, she was small, though she had friesian blood running through her veins, she was at least two hands shorter then he was. It was always known within the lands that mares were indeed shorter then stallions. It was believed that they were also weaker then them as well, so this other bastard said.
Within what felt like seconds the black stallion had noticed the other and quickly placed himself at her side. flutes snapped back upon her crania, squeal broke loose from her lips. The sudden burst of movement made her uneasy, watching the look upon the ebon knight's visage stopped her. It was as though he was claiming his prize, proving to this other beast that he had claimed her before it was time to. Fore pawed at the ground nerviously, not knowing what to do or say. it was nice to have someone willing to fight over her, but it was also confusing since she knew nothing about this mamoth, she didnt even remember his name. Morphine was quiet as the dark beast spoke his words. Rain poored down even harder as the heat from the stallion beside her began to make her slightly uncomfortable, yet something deep inside her was telling her everything was alright with this one. Slowly she moved forwards, placing herself slightly infront of the chared brute. Maw placed itself upon painted chest plate, deep pools looked upon the ghostly bastard who stood meer inches away from her. She was not here to watch two idiots fight over something that wasnt really worth fighting for. Yes, Morphine really didnt think well of herself if you havent noticed. Morphine was not irrate about this, it was just simply unnessasary to bicker. Before she could speak the white stag began to speak. "Morphine, fair one, I do not concider anyone weaker because they are mares". Snort was presented at that instant. Visage looked around to look upon the ebonite creature, she could see that he was still fuming, ready and willing to fight for her at the drop of a hat. all she heard of the next round of words from the bastard standing nfront of her was "I am of pure, untouched blood.".
Blood from within her bodice began to pump, harder then before. It was as though the fires from within her chambers had been lit that instance. It was as though this brute thought nothing other than being "pure" blood. Morphine herself was friesian and arabian, and her foal would be of two other breeds. Thunder rumbled in the sky, muting the scream that rang from within her gut. Lightening flashed and maw parted so the painted entress could speak. "Who are you to say you are of pure blood? I myself am not. So if I am not of pure blood I am not worthy of talking to? Well you might as well turn around and go within the safty of your borders because most if not every equine on this land is not a pure blood!" At this time Morphine could feel the heart beat hammering against her chest. She knew that it was not the best thing for her unborn. Turning around, ignoring the brute behind her, she looked upon the tar stag. "And you...I wouldnt let the past stand in your way of what you are doing...fight for what you want or what you believe in." What the hell was she doing? Morphine backed up a few feet, visage watched both stallions. Nap relaxed, letting dial slowly decline towards the traces of the land. Flutes dance on top her crania, listening to the sounds of the night. The rain rippling off the trees, hitting each and every leaf and branch. Pools looked up upon the back stag. "By the way, you have yet to flatter me with ur alias."
(c) .Morphine. 2008-2009
