Moonlit Runners « Result #1 on Jun 12, 2009, 8:21pm »
After the humans vanished out of no where, a toxic waste truck has drove straight into a lake, releasing toxic materials into the water. As for another toxic truck driving off the road into a different lake. Two wolves drink out of one lake while another two drink out of another. Thus forming two forever rivals, the White Rain pack (light) and the Shadow Assassin (dark). Clashes between these two are bloody, and gruesome. Who will come out on top? Or will there be a huge clash against dark and light forever?
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North Mountain School (A Stable RPG- new! Join!) « Result #2 on Dec 14, 2008, 10:13am »
"Oh, no." She muttered. Her friend looked at her. "The... Academy?" She asked. Her friend nodded. "Well, then, in that case, you'd better start wearing fireproof clothes, because that's what's gonna be fallin' when those two get together."
And indeed, fire will fall.
For as long as she can remember, Headmistress Shay Coleman has remembered the day when two schools- The Academy for the Higher Knowledge and North Mountain School- came together. Shay and the present Headmistress of AHK were in school at that time.
Shay and Rose (the present Headmistress) were far more competetive than the other students. They both liked the same guy, and Shay's friends were becoming Rose's friends. Shay hated Rose with a passion.
Eventually, there came the day when they both competed in the same sport- show jumping. Shay and Rose worked their horses hard, both abrest of each other.
But then disaster struck- Shay's horse, McKinley, spooked. Rose had brandished her crop in front of his eyes, and he fell over. Shay fractured her leg in three places, thus Rose won. She brought victory to AHK, even though the previous headmaster, Louis Carter, had seen what his pupil had done. He was anything but mad- he was proud of her.
Shay has never forgotten that, and it has been her life's goal to beat the crap out of Rose Carter one day, to show her what real, fair competition was about.
All of the students of AHK and NMS had heard about Shay and Rose's unfortunate battle, but both were different versions. Rose had told her students that Shay had been whipping her horse and her own crop had scared him.
Once again, battle breaks out and the students are struck by the terror of it. Except this time, it's Shay's daughter against Rose's son.
It is known throughout the world that myth and legend often hand on past the initial exit of a soul from a body. The memory of a life is far more lasting, far more stubborn and brave, than the body it inhabited. So when a particularly stubborn life, when a particularly intriguing story, isn't ready to fade away just yet, the world compensates. The breathe of fallen soldiers, lost mothers, and the very sad ride of th earth, connecting with the strong, wise and brave, mixing above the heads they left befind. Sometimes there is a soul not ready for it's final resting place, its not ready to settle in heaven, or it's too alive for hell. It is Said the great sould come back as equines. Memories of their past are lost, but the restlessness and colors of the soul come from a pitch of a whinny, or a slash of a hoof. Given the strength and time to finish what they started, and a ness body to do it with, maybe some of the wanderers find their peace in an unexpected place. What these travelers take with them are far more potent then bags or memories of distant faces with foreign names. In the raw form of a horse, their colors come through of shades of black and white.
Desiree [ not finished ] « Result #5 on Apr 26, 2007, 6:53pm »
Name Desiree Age Three
Gender Mare
Colour Desiree's coat holds the gleam of a deep red, chestnut, as some would call it. She
Breed:
Height fifteen.two hands
Personality She is a rather stuck up and confident femme. Desiree dosen't have any problem with voicing her thoughts and opinions, expecially when her opinion deals with something she is against. Desiree does not take many comments to mind, and a malice spurred insult will simply fly over her head. The mare enjoys showing off every once in a while, and she indeed put others down in the process, weather such an act is intentional or not.
Aside from displaying her looks and flaunting, she is a fierce fighter. She will not show weakness, though that is not to say that she holds none. She chooses not to 'air her dirty laundry' and keeps her issues to herself. On a rare occasion, though, Desiree displays a great deal of affection for whom she has birthed, and to whom she idolizes.
Alliance: Neutral
Sample Role-Play (Two short-ish posts from another site. I normally will post from 3-4 paragraphs...)
Beneath the shelter of a timber, though it's limbs were stripped bare, the maiden lay her chassis to rest. Her attenuate legs were folded systematically beneath her, and a placid express cross her aristocratic face. The expansive land that stretched parched beyond where she lay seemed to enchant her, and the lull of the soft breeze puffed gently at her mane, soothing her wild soul. Imperturbable moments such as these were a rarity among Flicka, as the fire raging within her needed constant refueling, and constant performance. Shoving her nostrils into the soft loam, the dirt around her muzzle seeming velveteen against her flocculate pink skin. Not a soul seemed to be in her line of vision, and her dark oculus let lids drown them in ebony shadows for a moment, before lids were drawn back once more.
Idly, she scratched her nails against the absinthe earth, tattooing it with the 'u' shaped symbol of her hoof. Peering around the realm once more, thoughts of her king traipsed into mind, and the wondering of his whereabouts cascaded across her conscience. She snorted softly, pulling her embouchement off of the benumbed earth, though her body stayed compressed to the loam. She was alone, it seemed.
The femme's mass was uneasily shifted between the four columns upon which her form was raised. Her pelt was cascaded with small shavings of the loam, declaring that she had used her time to rest her fatigue ridden form. Delicate harks perked forward in their eternal grave spots, searching for signs of life among the barren frondescence that graced the earth. The timbers' limbs lifted toward their amore, the sun, as if begging for the rays to set their chassis' aglow. The maiden chose to rest beneath the timber's shadows, her swollen midsection pressed lightly against the dust below. Her aristocratic dial titled toward the soil. A regal look set about her features.
Thoughts shrouded through her conscience, some provided the female with contentment, though others stabbed at her security. Though the majority held upon the topic of the life blooming inside of her. Would the small foal have the maturity to heir to the throne of the darks, if masculine? If the equine was a banshee, would she live to produce other sinister lives? Would they abandon their true blood and cross over their alliances? A grimace hardened her features as the small foal slashed at her insides with a powerful blow. Flicka was sure that the new foal would be strong, though such a premonition could have the tendency to be false. A snort escaped her flared nostrils. Such little was known about the life inside her. Would the birth go over smoothly, or would a dilemma weave it's way into her delivery? Would the foal meet, or even, exceed Constance's standards? She attempted to push away the negative thoughts, and rested her head against the soil softly.
I t y u [nd] « Result #7 on Apr 15, 2007, 4:47pm »
Name: Ityu Age: three Gender: stallion Colour: black Breed: arabian Height: fifteen.two hands Personality: Ityu is your usual, dark and wicked stallion. He is one who loves fear and tearing others down. A typical dark stallion. He has no emotion or love, only the Alliance: Dark Sample Role-Play (10 Sentences):
Aquila, searching for a mate and herd « Result #10 on Apr 14, 2007, 4:33pm »
Aquila, a beautiful white arabian mare, trotted into the land with her head held high. She neighed, hoping any nearby stallions would hear. She reared on her hind legs, neighing and kicking her legs wildly. She landed back onto all fours. She desperately wanted to be accepted into a herd, and be claimed as a mate. Aquila looked around with her big brown orbs. She began to chew the on the tall grass. Aquila heard horses nearby, she could also smell them. Aquila lifted her head and looked in the direction of the sound and smell. There was several horses, of all ages. She whinnied and hoped they had heard. She knew they could smell her, she nervously pawed at the ground. She tossed her head back and took a few nervous steps forward. She could only wait to be approached.
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