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Post by ||Veto|| on May 14, 2006 16:15:32 GMT -5
.:: Tonight I Die::.
What happens when it all falls apart? Well, thats what Zuko would like to know. Lightening flash floods water sinking into his hocks. Too much for just a couple of weeks being in this terra. Recently he had met these two stallions Maximus and Cova...they seemed okay but they didn't know that he was the prince of the darks but he escaped that horrid place...well mostly because his father had banished him after he yelled at his ancestor. His father never forgave him after that. Zuko had challenged his father to prove his fighting skills but then he grew scarred and pleated for mercy, but his father would have none of that. Then he burned part of Zuko's face.
The memories still liked within Zukos thick skull. He would never bow down to his father, actually he didn't know where he was now. Zuko has overheard that he was no longer the dark lord but a peasent living within one of the dark terras. Creepy smirk highlighted Zuko's ebon kissers. Huh! that would be the day he saw the pathetic brute lying there begging for mercy from the dark lord. Anywho, Zuko wouldn't show any weakness. He had never shown mercy to anyone he was much like his father in a way. Conceited, focused, stobborn, hard-headed, oh and don't forget impatient. Zuko had a firy temper that would always get him into trouble. His sister Azura always cheered things up abit for herself. She would teaze him and such.
Musculine frame stomped 'pon the terra. This place was okay he guessed. He didn't really like the terras with darkness it was just too much for him. They always brought up memories. He also didn't like equines that thought they were the darkest it just frusterated him so much. Zuko snorted and stomped around in the cool water. Oh, how good it felt to feel cool liquid pon his bleeding hocks. Stones trembled on the rocky edges of the terra. He wondered if there were any equines on this turf, of caurse he didn't care cause he hardly talked to anyone. HE was way to hurt to share a conversation with others.
:: Tomarrow I live :: |
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Post by .:Skyracer:. on May 15, 2006 12:47:05 GMT -5
She Enters...
Chihiro Rose Dawson entered the terra with a scowl. Upon her face she grew a black bod, black bodice. No trace of any other colors upon it. She acted as if she was royalty around stags that thought they could easually take her. pff.. they think im some sassy sissy dark female. Ha, im much better then what they can think. Far much better. She tossed her Akhal tiara and moved on. Her black bodice only because she rolled in so much soot as a young child. She was always at the scene of fire and scorching her pelt black because she was frankly ashamed of her birth color. It was a blood bay, not like a dark mare's color should be.
She came to the creekbed and leaned her maw to the water and drink. Only for a milasecond because she noticed she was being watched. Or at least she was in the presence of a stag. Akhal. Just like Chihiro, she wasn't going to speak because she was going to see what this stag was going to do. With A Vengance...[/center] |
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Post by ||Veto|| on May 16, 2006 16:14:21 GMT -5
:: Take me ::
Rain threatened to fall from those grey whispy clouds that roamed in the grey pool above. Colorless was his coat...of a ebon color with two brightly colored white stockings on his hind limbs. Mangly auds flickered about catching the faint whispers of those diseaced by now. But what a shame he couldn't hear his father but wait...his mother! Oh, great! The stallion shook his heavy set Akhal dial and thrashed his stones in the water near the vix. Eyes cought the sight of the ess, but he was not pleased that someone was barging in on his peace. Illegint[sp] crown rose above the ess' own. He was much taller for being a young stage. Standing 16 hh he stood above her. Or maybe not cause she was in the distance. Golden colored occuli cought the sight of the mare once again. He didn't need this at all.
Zuko just turned around as he stepped out of the liquid and under one of the trees that didn't bear blossoms as others did. The wind blew his lead lock over his scar so it didn't seem visable. Hocks were stained with that dried blood anyone would have from not cleaning a wound. Zuko snorted and looked the other way.
:: Break me :: [/color] |
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