Post by Shallan on Oct 8, 2007 10:00:12 GMT -5
Name: Willow
Age: 4yrs
Breed: Arabian
Path: Dark
History:
An eerie silence sweeps across the fillies home ground as a large gruesome shadow is cast over her back. She arches her boa around, only to meet the glaring orbs of her father. A feeling of rage and hatred falls over her and she is oh so temped to tell him what she thinks of her 'father'. In fear she bites he tongue and glares back. At a tender age she had seen what her father was capable of and wasn't going to tempt fate. Get out he hissed through gritted teeth, Get off my land he bellowed, specks of spit flyng over the fillies face. Her rage was uncontrollable at this stage, her father saw the flame lit within in his daughters orbs. She glared at the beast before turning to the wind. Father, may i ask of you one thing before i leave?, her voice showing no emotion. Due to her father uncalled for tone, the heard had gathered round, keeping a safe distance. She spun herself back around to face the great brute bracing herself for death. when you die, which your time will come she pauses, father, please do something for me, die a slow painful death she spat at him. Like father like daughter he said with snicker before turning his back to the young one. I am ashamed to be your daughter she said calmly, waiting for him o turn back to her before facing the wind once more and starting her journey, at a walk.
Personality:
Known for her quick Wit and deadly tongue Willow has lead a very solitary life. Her life lies loyally to the dark path but her heart is where ever the wind blows.
Appearance:
A strong yet elegant frame draped in a satin like bay coat. She has been gifted with her mother heavenly looks
Word: (you must read the rules)
Age: 4yrs
Breed: Arabian
Path: Dark
History:
An eerie silence sweeps across the fillies home ground as a large gruesome shadow is cast over her back. She arches her boa around, only to meet the glaring orbs of her father. A feeling of rage and hatred falls over her and she is oh so temped to tell him what she thinks of her 'father'. In fear she bites he tongue and glares back. At a tender age she had seen what her father was capable of and wasn't going to tempt fate. Get out he hissed through gritted teeth, Get off my land he bellowed, specks of spit flyng over the fillies face. Her rage was uncontrollable at this stage, her father saw the flame lit within in his daughters orbs. She glared at the beast before turning to the wind. Father, may i ask of you one thing before i leave?, her voice showing no emotion. Due to her father uncalled for tone, the heard had gathered round, keeping a safe distance. She spun herself back around to face the great brute bracing herself for death. when you die, which your time will come she pauses, father, please do something for me, die a slow painful death she spat at him. Like father like daughter he said with snicker before turning his back to the young one. I am ashamed to be your daughter she said calmly, waiting for him o turn back to her before facing the wind once more and starting her journey, at a walk.
Personality:
Known for her quick Wit and deadly tongue Willow has lead a very solitary life. Her life lies loyally to the dark path but her heart is where ever the wind blows.
Appearance:
A strong yet elegant frame draped in a satin like bay coat. She has been gifted with her mother heavenly looks
Word: (you must read the rules)