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[. h r i m f a x i]

Scattered in a thousand directions

x.name: hrimfaxi
x.age(Years): three
x.breed: gray wolf
x.build: Average
x.colors: black
x.markings: left ear partily missing, large scar over left eye that travels over his cheek.
x.personality: faxi is unreadable, his mood swings vary and he can be quite a butthead in softer terms.
x.powers: n/a
x.sample Post:

-- post from CI 2 ( first in a year)

So it seems that there is more to life than just the empty yet lulling thoughts that one could think up. And what more was there to do in this barren land than to stand around and well think. All of which didn't come quite custom to the stallion all to well. At times he was more of a fighter than he was to rather think things out or anything of that sort. Though don't get me wrong he was quite smart. The crater's thick air clung in his lungs making him breath with a weeze. It's thick atmosphere was almost drowning him. A sigh left the stallions mug, his electric blue eyes found nothing but dust particles and shadowy figures. His body grew tense and his mane and tail clung to his sweat lathered body. To another he would appear to blend in well with the dusty and dense place a little to well. Another sigh left him and he lowered himself to the rocky earth the small pebles seemed to try to lodge themselves into his two toned hide. His sooty grullo splashed hide was in away remarkable but all too common. But truth be told he was far from ordinary.


x.password: Noodle
x.how did you find us?: PM from RISK on CI2
x.anyone tell you about us?: RISK

War child you are
No future, no past

[†Spike†]

Accepted, Welcome to FS.