Post by DREAM.ツ on May 2, 2014 7:00:34 GMT 10
●●MEETING THE MAKER
alias: dream
histories: none!
●●MAKING A MARK
moniker: anastasia (she likes to be call 'ana')
age: three years
bloodlines: arabian
●●KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
physical description:
traits description
●●SHOW US WHAT YOU'VE GOT
sample post:
alias: dream
histories: none!
●●MAKING A MARK
moniker: anastasia (she likes to be call 'ana')
age: three years
bloodlines: arabian
●●KEEPING UP APPEARANCES
physical description:
Ana is a very pretty horse. She stands at a mere 14.2 hands high, which is on the smaller end of the spectrum for her breed. Her body is very thin and compact, made for speed and not strength. Her pelt is dappled gray, getting darker along her flanks and forelegs. The base of her tail is a dark gray, but toward the end it lightens out into white. Her entire mane is dark gray. Her face is dark gray with a white blaze, and she has black eyes. Image.
traits description
charming, kind, independent, helpful, affectionate. (positive)
pessimistic, vain, finicky, overemotional, jealous. (negative)
●●SHOW US WHAT YOU'VE GOT
sample post:
The dappled stag took a deep breath through his nostrils, his chest expanding fully, and then he blew out hard, and pawed the ground. Revenant was nervous. He wanted to name his queen, he knew who he wanted her to be. The mare was perfect. Beautiful, kind... But he didn't know how to ask. Or maybe it was because he was scared that she would reject him, things would get awkward, and then she would leave. After all, she was here on a 'probationary period'. She wanted to see if she liked it here before she decided to stay permanently. So what if she decided she didn't like it? She would leave. Which was why the stallion felt that he needed to share his feelings with her soon. Let her know, and maybe then she would stay. Maybe if she was his mate.. She would be really happy with him. Maybe she wouldn't leave him. Maybe another stallion wouldn't snatch her away from him.
He swallowed. He had to go talk to her about it. And so, with finality in his blue eyes, he stomped on the ground. He walked over to the stream and looked at his reflection. The same as always. White with light gray dapples, dark gray socks, dark gray mane, blue eyes. Nothing special, though Geisha seemed to think that he looked refined. Revenant lowered his head and pressed his lips against the water, sucking some up into his mouth and then swallowing. He looked up into the sky and his nostrils flared as he smelled for her. He caught her scent and started in her direction, each step causing his muscles to ripple underneath his light pelt.
He reached her soon enough, and she looked beautiful standing there in what little light dusk had to offer. She didn't seem to be doing anything, just standing there. So, with a thudding in his chest, Revenant walked up to her. He smiled warmly, it was virtually impossible to tell how nervous he was.
"Good evening, Artemis. How have you been?" He greeted, his vocals warm and kind as always.
