Post by Nev on Aug 13, 2006 18:01:33 GMT
My Name... What was it?
Keres
How long have I walked my life's Path?
8 years
This Body of mine, how did it form?
A Male... nor demon, nor saint
For what did I live for?
In the Day the Light, In the Night the Dark
From what did I come?
Hanoverian x Friesian
The Skin on my back, how did it shine?
Grey and Ashy as the remnants of a fire.
How towered I above the earth?
17.5hh
How did I act?
Brave, and Kind as the Sun Rose high. Terrible and cruel in the Pale Moonlight.
I came, but from where? What happened long ago?
[/i]Keres
How long have I walked my life's Path?
8 years
This Body of mine, how did it form?
A Male... nor demon, nor saint
For what did I live for?
In the Day the Light, In the Night the Dark
From what did I come?
Hanoverian x Friesian
The Skin on my back, how did it shine?
Grey and Ashy as the remnants of a fire.
How towered I above the earth?
17.5hh
How did I act?
Brave, and Kind as the Sun Rose high. Terrible and cruel in the Pale Moonlight.
I came, but from where? What happened long ago?
Galloping, from the north. Neither knowing where i came from, or where I was going, only stopping as my body gave way to exhaustion. I found this place, a forgotten place... where few roamed any more. I love in the day, and I kill in the night. I don't even know who I truly am anymore. Half to the light, half to the dark, my soul divided.
Sample post
*As the warm setting sun sunk below the distant horizon, it shone its subtle rays on a lone figure, his large shadow slowly fading as the light drifted from the sky. A small sigh floated from his mouth as he turned his back to the fleeting day. These hours were always the most precious of his life, for they were the final moments before his other “Personality” took over. He never knew what happened during those times, and from the numerous signs of monstrous things that happened in the night, that he found when he came back to his sense, he knew in his heart he never wanted to know.*
*Soon the fiery orb had left and the pale light of the moon began to reflect of his mane. This was it, the last few seconds before the night consumed him in its darkness. The energy spent in the night usually left him exhausted in the morning, and angered him. His dark side had so much time to live its life, but he himself had only a few short hours, after sleeping off the activities of the night. What could he do though? He could not bear to kill himself, there was no way he could see anyway. His head lowered in utter despair, as he felt his consciousness floating away. All he could do was wish that somehow, his other self would make a mistake, maybe get killed by another terrible being, but that was wishful thinking. And as he started to change, his last thoughts were that he would rather wish than just give up.*
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Not the Style you guys use, but heck, it's my first time using real photos.
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