Post by faraf on May 8, 2007 6:27:01 GMT -5
Name: Faraf
Slogan/Qoute/Poem: Seek me now and your results will be astounding.
Age: Four
Breed/Creature/Human: Equine- Brumby
Gender: A be-autiful femora!
Short description of appearence: She is 14hh, completely silver (Childhood nickname is the Silver Mare), her eyes are kind and understanding, she is well built, has the distinct Brumby look and is VERY beautiful and graceful looking.
Short description of history and personality: Faraf is strongly natured, a terrific believer. You require almighty strength to change her mind. She has a heart of gold and does what, in her perspective, is best. Brought up in an wild herd, the group of foals born in her month dubbed her the Silver Mare. She is very independent as her parents practically ignored her when she was just a youngling, more foccused on the filly they had raised to be Queen heir. Her heart was shattered but still in the process of regrowth.
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Size of Picture: 640 x 480
Pictures: I honestly tried... But failed
I hope you have better luck
Backgrounds: [this one] [this one]
[this one] (most preferred)
Anything else you would like: I want it to look really eye catching but I notice with alot of your pics that the horse isn't very visable. I want Faraf to be very clear in the pic if possible
Apart from that I love your work and just do what you think looks good and I'm bound to love it ^^
Where will this picture be used?: Valere
Short post: So I have come
Nacres beating like the heart of the soul, pounding with effervescence. Whipcord slashes the bitter air that nips angrily at her hide. Hot breath emmerges in a puff of thin cloud, swimming away on the breeze then fading to nothing; melding with the atmosphere. Tree's stand around like soldiers, guarding an equine corpse. Slathers of wispy, silver clouds blanket the luminous moon, hiding its glow from her. All at once everything is swimming in its gaze, illuminated with the spirit of the luna star. A shrill call makes passage through the mares vocals, echoing hauntingly off the mountains barriers cowering over the valley. Twin-peaks pin forward, awaiting a response. Would the mighty king emmerge? Or would he be a coward and run with tail tucked between hinds like canine fleeing predator? Shrill whinny burst from her throat, pinning the silence like lioness to her prey in midst of kill. The Silver Mare, as she was known in her childhood, placed daggers before her, announcing more dangers than she were capable of. In truth she dances with wind and sings with moon, in heart she is light; yet an inckling about her presence is so haunting she could be mistaken for something far more demonic. Her silver tassles scatter about her elegant ark as the wind muffles her footsteps. She does not upgrade her pace as daggers repeat their steady walking rythm to the damp sod benieth her toes. She is far beyond ready to find place to call her home. Living a loner for majority of her life, she is scarcely capable of small-talk, yet she pulls it off well in most cases. Her kissers part once more, only this time she lowers her belfrey to nibble at the dew-kissed vegetation slaving below her. she carreses it's gentle pose, dismounting it from it grip to the earth then demolishing it within her clenched jaw. The moon settles a spotlight on her hide, announcing the Silver Mare's arrival.
Slogan/Qoute/Poem: Seek me now and your results will be astounding.
Age: Four
Breed/Creature/Human: Equine- Brumby
Gender: A be-autiful femora!
Short description of appearence: She is 14hh, completely silver (Childhood nickname is the Silver Mare), her eyes are kind and understanding, she is well built, has the distinct Brumby look and is VERY beautiful and graceful looking.
Short description of history and personality: Faraf is strongly natured, a terrific believer. You require almighty strength to change her mind. She has a heart of gold and does what, in her perspective, is best. Brought up in an wild herd, the group of foals born in her month dubbed her the Silver Mare. She is very independent as her parents practically ignored her when she was just a youngling, more foccused on the filly they had raised to be Queen heir. Her heart was shattered but still in the process of regrowth.
Fonts:
Brushes:
Textures:
Size of Picture: 640 x 480
Pictures: I honestly tried... But failed
I hope you have better luckBackgrounds: [this one] [this one]
[this one] (most preferred)
Anything else you would like: I want it to look really eye catching but I notice with alot of your pics that the horse isn't very visable. I want Faraf to be very clear in the pic if possible
Apart from that I love your work and just do what you think looks good and I'm bound to love it ^^Where will this picture be used?: Valere
Short post: So I have come
Nacres beating like the heart of the soul, pounding with effervescence. Whipcord slashes the bitter air that nips angrily at her hide. Hot breath emmerges in a puff of thin cloud, swimming away on the breeze then fading to nothing; melding with the atmosphere. Tree's stand around like soldiers, guarding an equine corpse. Slathers of wispy, silver clouds blanket the luminous moon, hiding its glow from her. All at once everything is swimming in its gaze, illuminated with the spirit of the luna star. A shrill call makes passage through the mares vocals, echoing hauntingly off the mountains barriers cowering over the valley. Twin-peaks pin forward, awaiting a response. Would the mighty king emmerge? Or would he be a coward and run with tail tucked between hinds like canine fleeing predator? Shrill whinny burst from her throat, pinning the silence like lioness to her prey in midst of kill. The Silver Mare, as she was known in her childhood, placed daggers before her, announcing more dangers than she were capable of. In truth she dances with wind and sings with moon, in heart she is light; yet an inckling about her presence is so haunting she could be mistaken for something far more demonic. Her silver tassles scatter about her elegant ark as the wind muffles her footsteps. She does not upgrade her pace as daggers repeat their steady walking rythm to the damp sod benieth her toes. She is far beyond ready to find place to call her home. Living a loner for majority of her life, she is scarcely capable of small-talk, yet she pulls it off well in most cases. Her kissers part once more, only this time she lowers her belfrey to nibble at the dew-kissed vegetation slaving below her. she carreses it's gentle pose, dismounting it from it grip to the earth then demolishing it within her clenched jaw. The moon settles a spotlight on her hide, announcing the Silver Mare's arrival.
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