Post by jeep on Apr 21, 2006 11:41:45 GMT -5
Dubbed - Reaper
Traced - Friesian
Coloured - Black
Height - 16.1hh
Gender - Stag
Age - Five seasons
Placement - Dark
Loved By - No one
Loving - No one
Sharp daggers pounded the hard earth relentlessly as he breezed by, head carried low. Like a shadow, the great beast moved across the lands, the darkness of night all but hiding him entirely. There were some things that darkness could not hide, after all - sound, scent, maybe even the ability to sense the presence of others. Whatever it may be, even this cursed time that bore the tiniest of moons in the sky could not deter him.
Delicate nares flared as a snort came from his galloping form, finally skidding to a halt. His crania bobbed, maw meeting the sky in a brief hello before wide, rolling optics of the usual brown surveyed the area. It was to his liking, he decided quickly, giving a brief flick of his tail and nod of approval before trotting onwards, tucking his head close to the large, heaving chest of his.
The night air mingled with the sweat on his toned body, and brought him some peace amid the generally too hot run. He had come from afar, after all, and the journey had been dizzying to say the least. Now, however... now he was home. For how long, however, was not certain. He was not known to stay in one place for long periods of time, after all.
It was not his style.
Pawing at the earth with a sudden amount of enthusiasm, a high whinny came forth form the brute's vocals, maw thrust into the air. The cry carried in the usual still for quite some time, interrupted only by the chirping of nearby crickets. Bloody insects.
This land would be his for now, an area to call home while he was about, to be entirely blunt. Tossing 'is crania in a grand show of arrogance, the stag decided it would be so. And who was willing to mess around with a stallion named Reaper?
The foolish and the young. All others seemed to possess enough sense to know that challenging the hardened, nearly apathetic Friesian was not in their best interests. Most had enough pride to not want to run off and suffer in such a way, after all.
The sliver of a moon that lit his path was greeted with a snort, brown eyes rolling as powerful hind pillars came up in a violent action before he sprang to life once more, no longer a simple stone that stayed atop the hill in perfect silence and dark. He was a stallion, proud and complicated. And this... this was his home.
((Oats. xD And yes, the sample is fairly short. x.X My apologies.))
Traced - Friesian
Coloured - Black
Height - 16.1hh
Gender - Stag
Age - Five seasons
Placement - Dark
Loved By - No one
Loving - No one
Sharp daggers pounded the hard earth relentlessly as he breezed by, head carried low. Like a shadow, the great beast moved across the lands, the darkness of night all but hiding him entirely. There were some things that darkness could not hide, after all - sound, scent, maybe even the ability to sense the presence of others. Whatever it may be, even this cursed time that bore the tiniest of moons in the sky could not deter him.
Delicate nares flared as a snort came from his galloping form, finally skidding to a halt. His crania bobbed, maw meeting the sky in a brief hello before wide, rolling optics of the usual brown surveyed the area. It was to his liking, he decided quickly, giving a brief flick of his tail and nod of approval before trotting onwards, tucking his head close to the large, heaving chest of his.
The night air mingled with the sweat on his toned body, and brought him some peace amid the generally too hot run. He had come from afar, after all, and the journey had been dizzying to say the least. Now, however... now he was home. For how long, however, was not certain. He was not known to stay in one place for long periods of time, after all.
It was not his style.
Pawing at the earth with a sudden amount of enthusiasm, a high whinny came forth form the brute's vocals, maw thrust into the air. The cry carried in the usual still for quite some time, interrupted only by the chirping of nearby crickets. Bloody insects.
This land would be his for now, an area to call home while he was about, to be entirely blunt. Tossing 'is crania in a grand show of arrogance, the stag decided it would be so. And who was willing to mess around with a stallion named Reaper?
The foolish and the young. All others seemed to possess enough sense to know that challenging the hardened, nearly apathetic Friesian was not in their best interests. Most had enough pride to not want to run off and suffer in such a way, after all.
The sliver of a moon that lit his path was greeted with a snort, brown eyes rolling as powerful hind pillars came up in a violent action before he sprang to life once more, no longer a simple stone that stayed atop the hill in perfect silence and dark. He was a stallion, proud and complicated. And this... this was his home.
((Oats. xD And yes, the sample is fairly short. x.X My apologies.))
