Post by bane™ on May 31, 2007 0:24:04 GMT -5
sobriquet xXx bane
chromosones xXx czar
iridescence xXx piceous
alignment xXx dark
species xXx thoroughbred equine
special markings xXx
sample xXx
i got many different names
but to you its all the same
i be the crawlin in your skin
i be the reason for your sin
i be the cunning in your charm
and i be the needle in your arm
strong enamels crushed the visculent twists of grass, as they were pulled from the depth of their roots. my broad serpentine shook, long atramentous tassels tossing from side to side. i than began to pick at the stalks greedily again as apathy grew for the frondescence. my fulcrums moved me forward a foot or two, my robust pate then lifted. Pedestal impelled at my sculpted flanks. occulus shifted among the shadows, as a sudden inhale of another was flustered about my nostrils. a mare. cerebrum tossed slightly, auditories pinned as normal. mares. pfft. the touchy, complaining, harlots. not another. different? complex? they all say that, darling. you cant be any different or any more complex then the rest. oh but why judge now, i must not? again whiplash struck at my haunches and here syllables were articulated from her hiss filled chasii. [ apparently so. ] my own raspy confabulation rebuttled to the alabaster arabian. where one would presume a browline, arose.
i hadnt seen this harlot before. i hadnt seen anyone here yet. but her arrogance and her ways displayed some manner of potency. and he had asculated somewhat of there being rulers of the integral landscape. but for now i had not presented any signs of respect because as far as i knew, she was some ordinary wench. a sneer welcomed my labrums but was soon displaced as many minutes had surpassed between us without discussion of introduction. [ need something? ] I beleagured purposly, as if wanting a mere reason of her interuption. Nape stretched out momentarily for no intentional purpose, my anatomy shifted. My scrutiny was kept steady upon her tenement..I awaited a reasoning retaliation.
darkness sets in as the horns start to grow
suddenly i become someone i dont know
what do i do?
this body's a temple of doom
what do i say?
to make this all go away
history xXx what can I say? well its not like every other past. its not just where your're born, you grow, you run away, you're on your own, you find a mate, you move on, you live. no, he was born into a neutral home, but abandoned because of the wheat ear he bore upon his chest. it symbolized evil..doom. one of the worst markings once could possibly bear. it meant he would bring doom to any he knew. the silly little marking. he didnt believe in it. stupid crosshairs. but is it yet to come? the doom? the misfortune? hmm. then he grew and raced the eagles as he also bore the fleet mark upon his left hind heel which represented immense swiftness, speed, agility, everything speed had. he consumed these two markings from the Godolphin Arabian himself. the racing legend of the Godolphin Arabian, Sham, bore these same marks and passed them down to Bane who is the desceased legends great great great grandson. so he grew and thats where it became normal. nwo he is here. looking for someone who will except him not for the fleet mark, or someone who will not abandon him for the wheat ear...
physical look xXx muscular, long legged, steathly, the many qualities possessed by a thoroughbred..especially descended from the Godolphin Arab. pitch melanoid colored except for the half sock and fleet mark. strong, wide serpentine. long, silky tassels. finely shaped flanks, and withers.
bias xXx arrogant, self asteemed, loathing, loving, protective, brawlful, challenging, mocking, teasing..want more? find out for youself.
chromosones xXx czar
iridescence xXx piceous
alignment xXx dark
species xXx thoroughbred equine
special markings xXx
wheat ear (3 small arrows on chest representing evil and doom)
the fleet mark (small white spot on hind right heel representing immense speed and swiftness)
half sock (regular half sock on left hind heel)
the fleet mark (small white spot on hind right heel representing immense speed and swiftness)
half sock (regular half sock on left hind heel)
sample xXx
i got many different names
but to you its all the same
i be the crawlin in your skin
i be the reason for your sin
i be the cunning in your charm
and i be the needle in your arm
strong enamels crushed the visculent twists of grass, as they were pulled from the depth of their roots. my broad serpentine shook, long atramentous tassels tossing from side to side. i than began to pick at the stalks greedily again as apathy grew for the frondescence. my fulcrums moved me forward a foot or two, my robust pate then lifted. Pedestal impelled at my sculpted flanks. occulus shifted among the shadows, as a sudden inhale of another was flustered about my nostrils. a mare. cerebrum tossed slightly, auditories pinned as normal. mares. pfft. the touchy, complaining, harlots. not another. different? complex? they all say that, darling. you cant be any different or any more complex then the rest. oh but why judge now, i must not? again whiplash struck at my haunches and here syllables were articulated from her hiss filled chasii. [ apparently so. ] my own raspy confabulation rebuttled to the alabaster arabian. where one would presume a browline, arose.
i hadnt seen this harlot before. i hadnt seen anyone here yet. but her arrogance and her ways displayed some manner of potency. and he had asculated somewhat of there being rulers of the integral landscape. but for now i had not presented any signs of respect because as far as i knew, she was some ordinary wench. a sneer welcomed my labrums but was soon displaced as many minutes had surpassed between us without discussion of introduction. [ need something? ] I beleagured purposly, as if wanting a mere reason of her interuption. Nape stretched out momentarily for no intentional purpose, my anatomy shifted. My scrutiny was kept steady upon her tenement..I awaited a reasoning retaliation.
darkness sets in as the horns start to grow
suddenly i become someone i dont know
what do i do?
this body's a temple of doom
what do i say?
to make this all go away
history xXx what can I say? well its not like every other past. its not just where your're born, you grow, you run away, you're on your own, you find a mate, you move on, you live. no, he was born into a neutral home, but abandoned because of the wheat ear he bore upon his chest. it symbolized evil..doom. one of the worst markings once could possibly bear. it meant he would bring doom to any he knew. the silly little marking. he didnt believe in it. stupid crosshairs. but is it yet to come? the doom? the misfortune? hmm. then he grew and raced the eagles as he also bore the fleet mark upon his left hind heel which represented immense swiftness, speed, agility, everything speed had. he consumed these two markings from the Godolphin Arabian himself. the racing legend of the Godolphin Arabian, Sham, bore these same marks and passed them down to Bane who is the desceased legends great great great grandson. so he grew and thats where it became normal. nwo he is here. looking for someone who will except him not for the fleet mark, or someone who will not abandon him for the wheat ear...
physical look xXx muscular, long legged, steathly, the many qualities possessed by a thoroughbred..especially descended from the Godolphin Arab. pitch melanoid colored except for the half sock and fleet mark. strong, wide serpentine. long, silky tassels. finely shaped flanks, and withers.
bias xXx arrogant, self asteemed, loathing, loving, protective, brawlful, challenging, mocking, teasing..want more? find out for youself.
