Post by ɐpʎʞ on Sept 3, 2009 22:30:22 GMT -5
Name: Zseliq
Age(Years): 4
Breed: Dire Wolf/ Spotted Hyena
Build: He is very large and lanky. His head and ears are shaped like a wolfes and his eyes are keen with a inner intelligence. His jaw pressure becaue of his hyena blood is stronger then that of a normal wolf. His rear is slighty sloping down so that his long tail nearly brushes the ground when stadning at ease.
Gender: Male
Colors/markings: A lion gold with black spots, a black face mask, and black stockings that go up his legs.
Personality: Clever, patient, frim in his beleifes, and a defender of teh weak. He does not and will not back down from a challenge.
Powers: The power to control ice and master it.
Sample Post: A dark figure moves along the tree line. Blood the color of the midnight sky leaks from many tears and rips in his skin, dried sweat plasters his mane to his body. His own blood drips over his tongue as he moves in jolting steps, having just returned from a near three battle in a row party. It had been fun but to see he looks like hell is an understatement. Izrail’s hooves are coated in streaks of red and black blood, flies buzz happily around him as they praise this walking meal before them with skin already dead. His muscles ache from uncountable bruises, swelling on his body adds to his not pretty body, and to top it all off he has one heck of a craving for brains. Can you blame the zombie lord?
The scent of Nulla travels with the will of the wind. ‘Oh yes she should have had her spawn by now. My spawn.’ The thought traces through the dark recesses of his mind like snake through water as he turns his body to follow after the scent. His breath coming loudly from his well formed nose, a small nicker passes by his charcoal lips. Null is a safe mare in his land, any stallion who dare challenge the zombie lord for her had better have a death wish for the dappled mutt takes no prisoners and offers no mercy. Once another stallion enters in a battle with Izrail they are playing not to win, but to stay alive.
Password: Noodle
How did you find us?: Anobe
Anyone tell you about us?: Anobe
Age(Years): 4
Breed: Dire Wolf/ Spotted Hyena
Build: He is very large and lanky. His head and ears are shaped like a wolfes and his eyes are keen with a inner intelligence. His jaw pressure becaue of his hyena blood is stronger then that of a normal wolf. His rear is slighty sloping down so that his long tail nearly brushes the ground when stadning at ease.
Gender: Male
Colors/markings: A lion gold with black spots, a black face mask, and black stockings that go up his legs.
Personality: Clever, patient, frim in his beleifes, and a defender of teh weak. He does not and will not back down from a challenge.
Powers: The power to control ice and master it.
Sample Post: A dark figure moves along the tree line. Blood the color of the midnight sky leaks from many tears and rips in his skin, dried sweat plasters his mane to his body. His own blood drips over his tongue as he moves in jolting steps, having just returned from a near three battle in a row party. It had been fun but to see he looks like hell is an understatement. Izrail’s hooves are coated in streaks of red and black blood, flies buzz happily around him as they praise this walking meal before them with skin already dead. His muscles ache from uncountable bruises, swelling on his body adds to his not pretty body, and to top it all off he has one heck of a craving for brains. Can you blame the zombie lord?
The scent of Nulla travels with the will of the wind. ‘Oh yes she should have had her spawn by now. My spawn.’ The thought traces through the dark recesses of his mind like snake through water as he turns his body to follow after the scent. His breath coming loudly from his well formed nose, a small nicker passes by his charcoal lips. Null is a safe mare in his land, any stallion who dare challenge the zombie lord for her had better have a death wish for the dappled mutt takes no prisoners and offers no mercy. Once another stallion enters in a battle with Izrail they are playing not to win, but to stay alive.
Password: Noodle
How did you find us?: Anobe
Anyone tell you about us?: Anobe
