Post by Zaina on May 4, 2009 18:49:54 GMT -5
Calling: Rosaliee
Prefers:Rose
Seen: Seven Summers
Shaded: Palomino
Blood: Arabian
Personality: Superficial
Example Post:
Dainty obsidians gripped to the moistned sod, carrying the sun touched mare to her destionation. Her mind raced as she took in her surroundings, wishing she was back home. A deep sigh escaped her kissers, feeling the rain soak in to her perfectly smooth peltage. Stilts halted causing a barely audible squish into the sinkhole. Curvature bent the essa's dome towards her barrel to remove the less than perfect hairs that stook up in random directions. Any im-perfections annoyed her to no extent. Misplaced hairs, scarrs, mis-coloring; didn't go too well in her book. Everything must be perfectly in order and accrate to meet her likings. Ivories plucked softly at the annoyance, removing them from her sight. Her golden orbs examined the area before she sighed contently and went on her way.
Apendages moved agian, more swiftly this time. She was seeking a dry place, out of the dropletts that darkened her amber wrapping. Towers flickered back and fourth, searching for anyone, or anything that might help her. Anyone who belonged to this land would be of great help. She sighed agian and let her poll drop. Whipcord slashed violently as she got more and more aggitated at the lonesomness that began to overpower her. She began to look back, two moons ago, when her land and her love was taken from her. Damned two leggeds came and took them all, aside from Rose. Rounded them up in a flying machine and put them into metal contraptions that raced off with her family. A salt-water droplet formed at the edge of her darkening optic, piling up untill it became too heavy and gravity pulled it to the ground.
Suddenly, her auds plew up, catching the sound of a nearing equid. Nares flared open as she attempted to catch the scent. Failure. The wind blew it around her, chasing the scent from her awaiting nasals. Front dagger pawed impatiently, her maw parting to let a few single lyrics to escape. My name is Rosealiee. I come as no harm her voice broke, but she continued. I have come to find a new home. Her optics darted into the dark forest that engulfed the figure that lurt within it. Dome bowed submissivly as she awaited for the large eqid to step fourth.
Prefers:Rose
Seen: Seven Summers
Shaded: Palomino
Blood: Arabian
Personality: Superficial
Example Post:
Dainty obsidians gripped to the moistned sod, carrying the sun touched mare to her destionation. Her mind raced as she took in her surroundings, wishing she was back home. A deep sigh escaped her kissers, feeling the rain soak in to her perfectly smooth peltage. Stilts halted causing a barely audible squish into the sinkhole. Curvature bent the essa's dome towards her barrel to remove the less than perfect hairs that stook up in random directions. Any im-perfections annoyed her to no extent. Misplaced hairs, scarrs, mis-coloring; didn't go too well in her book. Everything must be perfectly in order and accrate to meet her likings. Ivories plucked softly at the annoyance, removing them from her sight. Her golden orbs examined the area before she sighed contently and went on her way.
Apendages moved agian, more swiftly this time. She was seeking a dry place, out of the dropletts that darkened her amber wrapping. Towers flickered back and fourth, searching for anyone, or anything that might help her. Anyone who belonged to this land would be of great help. She sighed agian and let her poll drop. Whipcord slashed violently as she got more and more aggitated at the lonesomness that began to overpower her. She began to look back, two moons ago, when her land and her love was taken from her. Damned two leggeds came and took them all, aside from Rose. Rounded them up in a flying machine and put them into metal contraptions that raced off with her family. A salt-water droplet formed at the edge of her darkening optic, piling up untill it became too heavy and gravity pulled it to the ground.
Suddenly, her auds plew up, catching the sound of a nearing equid. Nares flared open as she attempted to catch the scent. Failure. The wind blew it around her, chasing the scent from her awaiting nasals. Front dagger pawed impatiently, her maw parting to let a few single lyrics to escape. My name is Rosealiee. I come as no harm her voice broke, but she continued. I have come to find a new home. Her optics darted into the dark forest that engulfed the figure that lurt within it. Dome bowed submissivly as she awaited for the large eqid to step fourth.
