Post by Ivory on May 27, 2007 12:32:16 GMT -5
Name: ivory
Gender: dove
Age:5
Breed: Irish Thoroughbred
Height:18.2
Color: Pure white
Alliance:Neutral
Deity: Zeus
Appearance: She is tall and all legs. She has a nice set of muscles. Her mane and tail are thick and long, as so her forelock. Her pools are blue and her pupils are very black. Her neck is round and full of muscle. She carries her head like a dressage horse and throws her legs out like them too. Her body has wings that are big and white.
Personality:ivory is a nice, sweet mare. She has manners and uses them too. She is always bowing and praising others when she sometimes wish someone could praise her
History: When she was young, she acted to old to be her age. She was not the one to play tricks of horse around. She was the one to elegantly step into the room and talk about anything and know almost anything. She loved to talk about the darks and lights and how the endless battles may come to a crashing halt someday. The tike's though always called her a freak, and a blemish to the neutral realm. Her mother tried desperately but in that herd, different was off set and not good. If you where different you where banished and so she was. ivory set on her adventure threw the thicket of hell and light. Until she met a stranger this stranger was a by passer from a land that worshiped certain gods. he took her in and taught her the ways of the god Zeus. As she hit 2 signs of wings started to sprout and at age four she had full wings. embarrassed about the unsightly feature she ran away and never was seen for 2 years where she turned up in a land called amphora.
>>sucks I know but I wrote it 3 X's and Evey time it was better but my computer shut down
3 X's
Sample Role play:
It was then, that the heavens painted a thick color of deep blue. The clouds where mashed in large puff as they looked like marshmallows. They where grayish as they cried sliver tears of mist that only sprinkled down lightly on her making her look like she was sweating.
The land covered in the misty fog spreading over it like a snake eating everything in it's path, leaving nothing uncovered. The branches on the trees curled up becoming in twine with whatever was left of the sun. And the animals crawling and scamping threw the undergrowth chippered at each other wanting the others to listen to the other one in a plot to find food. So it was no question that wrapped in the world of chaos and hunger that this lone dove whimper alone.
The dove you ask? Her name is ivory. She stood about 18.2 and had most of her dam's features, as being an Irish draft. So she was stock but tall. ivory had all her fathers legs, and had a long slim body with a thick rounded over neck. She carried it over nice and neatly tucked under neatly and in the form that mad muscles build stronger. The dove trotted around and when she did, she had a dressage flip to her. Leg extended and came up and let a free lose structure. Her wings fluttered gently as she lifted up her trot. Her wings drenched in aqua and her mane so thick drenched that water poured off it.
The weather had matched her personality greatly. ivory was gloomily hanging over the guilty of what she did to others in her other land. Evey memories that had perished returned upon the gloomy day and had began to stick knifes in her heart and soul as she glided over the hell with sliver tears. her heart sunk ever time she turned around, seeing others enjoying them self hurt her so much, for someone had always broken her heart as she revised theirs. So sliver tear drops will still fall from the crystal blues of her pools.
Nothing is special as someone love. But when one gives out more then they get, sometime their heart breaks in two. Two lonely pieces that slowly tear up and destroy someone. Even though their outside features are full of joy and happiness their insides peel with fear, envy, and sadness. Everything mixed together and mashed so tightly together it is confusing for anyone.
The lonely cries and speech of the essa carried off toward the heavens as the little animals stopped chippering and listen, as ivory stood their skull lagging and wings drooping down. Sliver tears still dripped down the bony structure of her facade but at least it was done in the rain..so no one could notice.
but we can . t . r . y . [/sub][/color][/center]
>>isshy on the muse for that post sorry
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Gender: dove
Age:5
Breed: Irish Thoroughbred
Height:18.2
Color: Pure white
Alliance:Neutral
Deity: Zeus
Appearance: She is tall and all legs. She has a nice set of muscles. Her mane and tail are thick and long, as so her forelock. Her pools are blue and her pupils are very black. Her neck is round and full of muscle. She carries her head like a dressage horse and throws her legs out like them too. Her body has wings that are big and white.
Personality:ivory is a nice, sweet mare. She has manners and uses them too. She is always bowing and praising others when she sometimes wish someone could praise her
History: When she was young, she acted to old to be her age. She was not the one to play tricks of horse around. She was the one to elegantly step into the room and talk about anything and know almost anything. She loved to talk about the darks and lights and how the endless battles may come to a crashing halt someday. The tike's though always called her a freak, and a blemish to the neutral realm. Her mother tried desperately but in that herd, different was off set and not good. If you where different you where banished and so she was. ivory set on her adventure threw the thicket of hell and light. Until she met a stranger this stranger was a by passer from a land that worshiped certain gods. he took her in and taught her the ways of the god Zeus. As she hit 2 signs of wings started to sprout and at age four she had full wings. embarrassed about the unsightly feature she ran away and never was seen for 2 years where she turned up in a land called amphora.
>>sucks I know but I wrote it 3 X's and Evey time it was better but my computer shut down
3 X'sSample Role play:
i.vory
where not all . p . e . r . f . e . c . t .
where not all . p . e . r . f . e . c . t .
It was then, that the heavens painted a thick color of deep blue. The clouds where mashed in large puff as they looked like marshmallows. They where grayish as they cried sliver tears of mist that only sprinkled down lightly on her making her look like she was sweating.
The land covered in the misty fog spreading over it like a snake eating everything in it's path, leaving nothing uncovered. The branches on the trees curled up becoming in twine with whatever was left of the sun. And the animals crawling and scamping threw the undergrowth chippered at each other wanting the others to listen to the other one in a plot to find food. So it was no question that wrapped in the world of chaos and hunger that this lone dove whimper alone.
The dove you ask? Her name is ivory. She stood about 18.2 and had most of her dam's features, as being an Irish draft. So she was stock but tall. ivory had all her fathers legs, and had a long slim body with a thick rounded over neck. She carried it over nice and neatly tucked under neatly and in the form that mad muscles build stronger. The dove trotted around and when she did, she had a dressage flip to her. Leg extended and came up and let a free lose structure. Her wings fluttered gently as she lifted up her trot. Her wings drenched in aqua and her mane so thick drenched that water poured off it.
The weather had matched her personality greatly. ivory was gloomily hanging over the guilty of what she did to others in her other land. Evey memories that had perished returned upon the gloomy day and had began to stick knifes in her heart and soul as she glided over the hell with sliver tears. her heart sunk ever time she turned around, seeing others enjoying them self hurt her so much, for someone had always broken her heart as she revised theirs. So sliver tear drops will still fall from the crystal blues of her pools.
Nothing is special as someone love. But when one gives out more then they get, sometime their heart breaks in two. Two lonely pieces that slowly tear up and destroy someone. Even though their outside features are full of joy and happiness their insides peel with fear, envy, and sadness. Everything mixed together and mashed so tightly together it is confusing for anyone.
The lonely cries and speech of the essa carried off toward the heavens as the little animals stopped chippering and listen, as ivory stood their skull lagging and wings drooping down. Sliver tears still dripped down the bony structure of her facade but at least it was done in the rain..so no one could notice.
but we can . t . r . y . [/sub][/color][/center]
>>isshy on the muse for that post sorry
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