Post by nevvy on Dec 2, 2009 20:51:25 GMT -5
Name: Artemis
Age: 4
Gender: Vixen
Wolf/Horse: Equine
Breed: Anglo-Arabian
Colors: She is a black-bay vixen with only a white snip on her nose. Her mane and tail are ebony with a little bit of burned brown at the end. Her eyes pierce the soul with nothing more than a dull black gaze. Daggers show the fights that she has gotten into and the terrain that she has covered with earthen tones to shadow the stains of battle.
Personality: Life. Life is just something that occurs. Drama is just for little lights and pesky neutrals who have nothing better in their lives. But destruction, it's for those who believe they are worthy opponents, like she. Her whiplash tongue and fierce rages get her into trouble, however she knows who to lash out with them. If she is in an okay mood, she pays no heed to those that are around her. If she does, then her voice is always monotone, like she doesn't care. Foals, they are meant to learn. Elders are meant to teach. All others are meant to be on top. Listen, because to her there is no one else that is right but Artemis.
History: One foal. Two deaths. That is all that really mattered to her. No she does not shed tears. But listen and learn. A cougar, starving with days lost. A tiny foal, right there. Nails, tearing into flesh. Teeth sinking in, the taste of one's blood. And then, no more was there hunger, no more was there anything. Foal and cougar were gone, Artemis above them, blood lust in her eyes. An eye for an eye. Now she is traveling, looking for a new place away from there. No more tears to be shed over that. It's life. Survival of the fittest. Now she's over it.
Password: Moose
Age: 4
Gender: Vixen
Wolf/Horse: Equine
Breed: Anglo-Arabian
Colors: She is a black-bay vixen with only a white snip on her nose. Her mane and tail are ebony with a little bit of burned brown at the end. Her eyes pierce the soul with nothing more than a dull black gaze. Daggers show the fights that she has gotten into and the terrain that she has covered with earthen tones to shadow the stains of battle.
Personality: Life. Life is just something that occurs. Drama is just for little lights and pesky neutrals who have nothing better in their lives. But destruction, it's for those who believe they are worthy opponents, like she. Her whiplash tongue and fierce rages get her into trouble, however she knows who to lash out with them. If she is in an okay mood, she pays no heed to those that are around her. If she does, then her voice is always monotone, like she doesn't care. Foals, they are meant to learn. Elders are meant to teach. All others are meant to be on top. Listen, because to her there is no one else that is right but Artemis.
History: One foal. Two deaths. That is all that really mattered to her. No she does not shed tears. But listen and learn. A cougar, starving with days lost. A tiny foal, right there. Nails, tearing into flesh. Teeth sinking in, the taste of one's blood. And then, no more was there hunger, no more was there anything. Foal and cougar were gone, Artemis above them, blood lust in her eyes. An eye for an eye. Now she is traveling, looking for a new place away from there. No more tears to be shed over that. It's life. Survival of the fittest. Now she's over it.
Password: Moose
