Post by Akantha on Aug 13, 2006 0:13:56 GMT
Cursed Akantha
Winters 6
Formed Female
Led By The Dark's
Came From Gypsy Vanner X Quarter Horse
Hued Ebonite and Ivory
Marked Star.
Mane/Tail Hues Ivory splashed with ebonite
Height 15hh
Personality She is a pessimist and a skeptic, with in a cold heart and wants her way all the time. If not, everything you suggest she will try to find a problem with. She is headstrong and stubborn. If she wants something she will get it, no matter what is in her way. She tries to keep a tough attitude so many believe that she has no fear in her. They are wrong, above all Akantha fears fire, she will do anything to avoid it, even revealing that is what she fears, that she has a fear. Why she fears fire so much is unknown, perhaps a childhood accident?
Her making There have been worst pasts but Akantha did not exactly have it easy. She remembers nothing of her past until she was three. She wandered around the forests, searching for something familiar. She hardly ate or drank and soon became skin and bones. A while later, about six months, she wandered away, to the mountains, where she met a handsome stag and his herd. He welcomed her quickly and the mares did too, they were all kind and gentle, another six months passed and she became overweight, from the rich grass at the bottom of the mountain. Strangely no other horses seemed to exist, at first she worried but as time went on she grew more and more relaxed. Then it all changed, there was a strange noise, a loud bang, then silence for a second, which changed to Panic, horses were galloping in all directions and a bewildered 4 year old stood frozen with terror. Another bang and the 4 year old was gone. Akantha disappeared up the mountain in a mad terror, there she lived for a year, her heart hardening with each day but she never ventured over the mountain. She had no emotions left by the time a, once, handsome stallion appeared, her old herd leader. The sight of him filled her with hate and she flatly refused when he tried to bring back into his herd. The next day she began her journey again, and traveled for a year.
Sample post The double- hued vixen danced into the terra, the ebon on her bod contrasting against the silver. Optics flashed with malice and scorn. Auds flattened neatly against the diabla's skull. Hock kisser cuttingly flicked through the air, daggers leaving deep set marks in the ground, a mark of where the demoness had tread.
From when the diabla entered the world had seemed to fall silent, no birds were chirping, not even a breeze dared to show, there was no gentle rustling of leaves. Just silence. The sunlight was still shining brightly but the warmth was gone from the air.
The demoness halted and viewed the land before her, she was going to live with horses again, she was no longer going to live the solitary life she had became used to. She was still and tense, watching life go on, mares and stallions all so happy, disgusting. Time to find a herd, a dark herd. Time to change.
Winters 6
Formed Female
Led By The Dark's
Came From Gypsy Vanner X Quarter Horse
Hued Ebonite and Ivory
Marked Star.
Mane/Tail Hues Ivory splashed with ebonite
Height 15hh
Personality She is a pessimist and a skeptic, with in a cold heart and wants her way all the time. If not, everything you suggest she will try to find a problem with. She is headstrong and stubborn. If she wants something she will get it, no matter what is in her way. She tries to keep a tough attitude so many believe that she has no fear in her. They are wrong, above all Akantha fears fire, she will do anything to avoid it, even revealing that is what she fears, that she has a fear. Why she fears fire so much is unknown, perhaps a childhood accident?
Her making There have been worst pasts but Akantha did not exactly have it easy. She remembers nothing of her past until she was three. She wandered around the forests, searching for something familiar. She hardly ate or drank and soon became skin and bones. A while later, about six months, she wandered away, to the mountains, where she met a handsome stag and his herd. He welcomed her quickly and the mares did too, they were all kind and gentle, another six months passed and she became overweight, from the rich grass at the bottom of the mountain. Strangely no other horses seemed to exist, at first she worried but as time went on she grew more and more relaxed. Then it all changed, there was a strange noise, a loud bang, then silence for a second, which changed to Panic, horses were galloping in all directions and a bewildered 4 year old stood frozen with terror. Another bang and the 4 year old was gone. Akantha disappeared up the mountain in a mad terror, there she lived for a year, her heart hardening with each day but she never ventured over the mountain. She had no emotions left by the time a, once, handsome stallion appeared, her old herd leader. The sight of him filled her with hate and she flatly refused when he tried to bring back into his herd. The next day she began her journey again, and traveled for a year.
Sample post The double- hued vixen danced into the terra, the ebon on her bod contrasting against the silver. Optics flashed with malice and scorn. Auds flattened neatly against the diabla's skull. Hock kisser cuttingly flicked through the air, daggers leaving deep set marks in the ground, a mark of where the demoness had tread.
From when the diabla entered the world had seemed to fall silent, no birds were chirping, not even a breeze dared to show, there was no gentle rustling of leaves. Just silence. The sunlight was still shining brightly but the warmth was gone from the air.
The demoness halted and viewed the land before her, she was going to live with horses again, she was no longer going to live the solitary life she had became used to. She was still and tense, watching life go on, mares and stallions all so happy, disgusting. Time to find a herd, a dark herd. Time to change.