My Darq Dance

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Created as Amraphel.
If You Say it right it comes out to say Arm-a-fell
My Lines tell me I'm a Mustang.
My Peltage holds a crisp bronze as to my mane flows in Onx.
Yes my own inner blood is Dark.
Around 15hh i shall rein what i see.
Don't run from me child, i am all but a stag, graved as a mare.
You know i have seen more then three lunar moons.
The hatful one to catch me shall be none.
The ones who hate my cursing...all are able

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Yes, welcome! Awsome! I love your avvie...

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These words on my paper are Signed Bordo Azul
Come on and spek it with me board-o uh-zil
Look at that I'm a Paint
Light Sanguine, Buff some aswell. Taupe sprayed as a mask and blanket.
I tend to see only the Dark side of things
A swelling 16hh, what a sky scraper.
Funny how a Inccubus like me turned out here
I've only past the cold period Six times.
I've seen no one who has cought my eye.

Example post

This post is not Bordo as a horse but as a lycan dame so um.. haha i could not think of a better post then this one since i have no muse xP




Physique shifts slightly uneasy at the displace on the lushed adobe, this was not a first in her life. To be on something so freash and new, her goal was to destroy it all and make it where her and only the pack can roam here. The fertile land was a bad choice but what else did she have? Dark willowing elkwoods stood out circling the vabrint land all around. The denseness was around 100 acres, alot of land to have and all worth it aswell for she needed to gain more members that she could trust. Plus the land was both dark and hasty aswell and light and uplifting due to not all of her pack mates are all the way dark.

The soft mess of movement flowing through largen tympanums made a grim smile, which pulled back the black hem slightly. Shanks twitch almost like a horse that was swishing a fly away or one that was perhaps eager about something. the soft breeze rumadge through her short fluffed fur, touching long lanky body, a shiver rolled slightly over hunches before decending into her mind like some sickness bewildering inside of her. It was slowly eating herself away and bringing memories back, unwanted ones that might screw everything up at this time perhaps at any other time.

One memory trailed back a glimps of what her father and mother looked like, a glimps of how she used to remember her sister, she remembered her as her brother. The weakest runt of them all, she had to protect her self and her sister. It was all a bad time. Even when she had found her sister, well her sister found her and it's all different. Her looks and everything but her personality. The old vixen was a beautiful milken pearl, at times a mist of orange would flux her ears, paw, and tip of a long chainlength tail. Her build was much like her's aswell. Tall, lanky, long neck fur,claws stuck out making her look like she didn't fit in. Oh and she was a real lycan, a lycan who could not stand killing anything, but she still fed regularly.... Which was only once every other month. Her build was small and short though, she was not a fighter. Bordo Azul learned that Light Scar was the opposite of her, the tottaly one. Shelly was a real tuff one, her heart would not break under any thing unless it was being trialed, only two could break her heart...Nia and Scar. On little times her personallity was soft and sweet towards anything. On the other hand Light Scar was nice sweet and could put up with anything that goes on. if there is a fight the vixen would be surely there trying to cox them apart and try to mend the broken peices. But never try to push her botton because when you do i guess it would be nice to say her bad side is scarier then bordo's light side.

Once more a crack from behind was made. This time her body moved slightly turning to face the intruder knowing it was not one to these lands now since the smell was registered as an old friend and as a pack mate. Sawblade. The odd smile laced away frinning a new short fake one before it fluttered away with the other one trying to catch up helplessly. Canial flawlessly faced forward as the brute made a camp right besides her, a small nod was givin at his respected notion. A mishabed light Azule held in place for it never moved doing to the accedent, the chemicals in the lab long time ago made her face this life today.

An uneasy gaze was given to him scared that this land might be too frilly for him since he was once of the darker linage unlike someone that worked his hardest to become of of 'them'. A rouffled caugh dusted her windpipe before haking something up and swallowing it politely. The small fact the old territory was rotting away due to the lack of trees to hind in or perhaps feel like home around, and the small population of deer slowly fading. Promising to self that her diet would and should go down so this time nothing should run out if the herds would not produce enough offspring to grow up the hunts would be called off. Earlier that day before completely moving Bordo checked every square inch around the perimiter before making the place off to her own pack making sure anybody who is tempting to die would notice what they are getting themselves into before crossing. the gaze was leaving his mass slowly fallowing the wind that made the field of grass wave as it came at them.

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