Post by Satoshi on Jun 8, 2007 17:49:25 GMT -5
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Name: Satin
Slogan/Qoute/Poem: Disturbing thought ru nthrew this messup mind
Age: 4
Breed/Creature/Human: Horse-Quarter horse
Gender: Male
Short description of appearence: Black coat covered in scars [yes there must be scars] Musculare built.
Short description of history and personality: Well yes I will make it short cuz I have no muse at the moment. His past in very unknow becauseh lost his memorie after being knocked out from a blow to the head ina a battle. He's heart is dark and he will doanyhitng to kill his light brother and dark borther for leaving him to die.
Fonts: Please supply a link(s).what eva
Brushes: Please supply a link(s). same as above
Textures: Please supply a link(s).same as above
Size of Picture: Self-explanatory^^ what ever looks good
Pictures: Somehting like this-no halters or tack please:
www.rigginsquarterhorses.com/horses/S-ImaBlackPocoCat.jpg
www.equustrack.com/images/horse_ad/im_3949_1543707093_428_618.jpg
Love this one if only there was not halter it would be perfect.
Anything else you would like: Very dark, gothic lettering, blood that sort of stuff
Where will this picture be used?: realm of risk lol
Short post: one of my posted:
The stag moved with the grace of a ghost, his mussel rippled under his black coat. Blood stained the corns of his mussel witch was twitted into a devilish smirk. The stags eyes were cold a hallow, like a rotting tree. No life could be seen inside the eyes, no life had ever been there. He turned to avoid a tree and saw the brake of the forest. The field lay in front of him like the sky, open and empty. Except of a blood colored fae in the middle. The stags eyes narrowed and the grin grew. He studded every mussel in the fae's body, every bone. He could almost taste her blood on his lips, running down his thought. His eyes bore into her gray ones, the eyes so full of nothing. The sadness on her face mad his heart pound with glee. He moved into the light witch showed off his body, covered in blood. The blood was not his own, but of d**ned light fae's and the stags that tried to save them. They had died nobly but he had made sure in pain. He went to taste this new fae's blood and take the life from her body
Name: Satin
Slogan/Qoute/Poem: Disturbing thought ru nthrew this messup mind
Age: 4
Breed/Creature/Human: Horse-Quarter horse
Gender: Male
Short description of appearence: Black coat covered in scars [yes there must be scars] Musculare built.
Short description of history and personality: Well yes I will make it short cuz I have no muse at the moment. His past in very unknow becauseh lost his memorie after being knocked out from a blow to the head ina a battle. He's heart is dark and he will doanyhitng to kill his light brother and dark borther for leaving him to die.
Fonts: Please supply a link(s).what eva
Brushes: Please supply a link(s). same as above
Textures: Please supply a link(s).same as above
Size of Picture: Self-explanatory^^ what ever looks good
Pictures: Somehting like this-no halters or tack please:
www.rigginsquarterhorses.com/horses/S-ImaBlackPocoCat.jpg
www.equustrack.com/images/horse_ad/im_3949_1543707093_428_618.jpg
Love this one if only there was not halter it would be perfect.
Anything else you would like: Very dark, gothic lettering, blood that sort of stuff
Where will this picture be used?: realm of risk lol
Short post: one of my posted:
The stag moved with the grace of a ghost, his mussel rippled under his black coat. Blood stained the corns of his mussel witch was twitted into a devilish smirk. The stags eyes were cold a hallow, like a rotting tree. No life could be seen inside the eyes, no life had ever been there. He turned to avoid a tree and saw the brake of the forest. The field lay in front of him like the sky, open and empty. Except of a blood colored fae in the middle. The stags eyes narrowed and the grin grew. He studded every mussel in the fae's body, every bone. He could almost taste her blood on his lips, running down his thought. His eyes bore into her gray ones, the eyes so full of nothing. The sadness on her face mad his heart pound with glee. He moved into the light witch showed off his body, covered in blood. The blood was not his own, but of d**ned light fae's and the stags that tried to save them. They had died nobly but he had made sure in pain. He went to taste this new fae's blood and take the life from her body