Post by Broken; on Nov 5, 2006 21:41:39 GMT -5
Broken Dream
Birthname: Broken Dream
Nickname: Broken
Gender: Mare
Herd: None
Rank: Loner
Age: 6 springs
Alliance: light
Mother: Warm Thoughts
Father: A Memory’s past
Mate/s/: none
Love: none
Crush: none
Children: none
Best Friend: none
Other Friends: none
Likes: Warm weather, Water, beaches, company
Dislikes: Solitude, danger, threats, unbearably cold weather
Breed - Quarter x Arabain
Height - 15.1
Eye color – pale green
Mane Color - white
Tail Color - white
Description - Those same pale emerald eyes fall to the ground as her weary ivory stained limbs carry her through the crunching autumn leaves below her, stained and dipped in beautiful reds and golds that reminded her of how beautiful the world was, and that treasure could be found anywhere, even just below her charcoal stained hooves. The wind came softly, but it was cold, and it sent a bitter chill down her spine, rustling the silken colorless threads that laced down her slender nape and teased her banner, likewise in hue as she moved. Her cloak was of a pure white, as well as every other part of her image, aside from the occasional gray shading, the charcoal that stained her mug and legs, and those green eyes that were frosted and yet warm. She stood out easily, sketched ivory in a background of gold and brown. Her dished face turned upwards towards the bare trees, stripped of their leaves. Their arms rocked the few leaves still attached to them in their naked arms and sang a soft creaking lullaby as the wind whistled around them. Soon, the trees left her line of vision; the ivory mare had reached a clearing.
(Exert from a post)
Picture -
Personality - Perhaps she never realized it. So long had she spent surrounded by a realm of solitude, content in her own world, perhaps she never really knew, that her kind was meant to be together. Maybe it had just never occurred to her, that indeed equines were meant to form herds, alliances and friendships. Had it really been that long? Had it really been three years since she left? All the old times seemed so distance, shrunken in her memory as time flew by. All the laughs, losses she had, and all the lessons she had learned were so far away in her mind, covered up by more current events that had registered in her head, shrunken and weathered by times closer to the steps she takes now, laying silently under the shadows of more recent memories, memories of her long travels, and memories of her solitude. She was a rather quiet lightly dappled beauty she was, around strangers anyway. But she was strong, and if something needed to be told she’d tell it, without a bit of hesitation. More refined than quiet really, she had that quiet, understanding nature, that turned out not to be quiet in so many ways.
Is there any other way to speak really? Perhaps. Large eyes hued pale emerald are engraved carefully upon the vixen’s dished face, and they could hold everything and anything the snow-kissed beauty needed to say, and if your smart enough, perhaps you’ll be able to read her thoughts through the large green globes as you fall helplessly into the dove’s line of vision. As easy as anything she could show you the pain she had felt during her lifetime in the spheres, when she was mad, perhaps the green coloring was brimmed with her anger. Go ahead. Take a long look. In them you’ll see all the sorrow she had felt carved carefully into the coloring, and all the joyous days spent in her life etched in the background. And if you look carefully enough, you just might the reflection of the thoughts that loomed through her vivid mind in the emerald pools, you could see every time she’d loved, and every time she’d hated, and maybe even detect something she wants desperately to let you know.
(Exert from a post)
History – I’ll work on it. C=
Example post-
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
Perhaps she never realized it. So long had she spent surrounded by a realm of solitude, content in her own world, perhaps she never really knew, that her kind was meant to be together. Maybe it had just never occurred to her, that indeed equines were meant to form herds, alliances and friendships. Had it really been that long? Had it really been three years since she left? All the old times seemed so distance, shrunken in her memory as time flew by. All the laughs, losses she had, and all the lessons she had learned were so far away in her mind, covered up by more current events that had registered in her head, shrunken and weathered by times closer to the steps she takes now, laying silently under the shadows of more recent memories, memories of her long travels, and memories of her solitude. She was a rather quiet lightly dappled beauty she was, around strangers anyway. But she was strong, and if something needed to be told she’d tell it, without a bit of hesitation. More refined than quiet really, she had that quiet, understanding nature, that turned out not to be quiet in so many ways.
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Is there any other way to speak really? Perhaps. Large eyes hued pale emerald are engraved carefully upon the vixen’s dished face, and they could hold everything and anything the snow-kissed beauty needed to say, and if your smart enough, perhaps you’ll be able to read her thoughts through the large green globes as you fall helplessly into the dove’s line of vision. As easy as anything she could show you the pain she had felt during her lifetime in the spheres, when she was mad, perhaps the green coloring was brimmed with her anger. Go ahead. Take a long look. In them you’ll see all the sorrow she had felt carved carefully into the coloring, and all the joyous days spent in her life etched in the background. And if you look carefully enough, you just might the reflection of the thoughts that loomed through her vivid mind in the emerald pools, you could see every time she’d loved, and every time she’d hated, and maybe even detect something she wants desperately to let you know.
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
Those same pale emerald eyes fall to the ground as her weary ivory stained limbs carry her through the crunching autumn leaves below her, stained and dipped in beautiful reds and golds that reminded her of how beautiful the world was, and that treasure could be found anywhere, even just below her charcoal stained hooves. The wind came softly, but it was cold, and it sent a bitter chill down her spine, rustling the silken colorless threads that laced down her slender nape and teased her banner, likewise in hue as she moved. Her cloak was of a pure white, as well as every other part of her image, aside from the occasional gray shading, the charcoal that stained her mug and legs, and those green eyes that were frosted and yet warm. She stood out easily, sketched ivory in a background of gold and brown. Her dished face turned upwards towards the bare trees, stripped of their leaves. Their arms rocked the few leaves still attached to them in their naked arms and sang a soft creaking lullaby as the wind whistled around them. Soon, the trees left her line of vision; the ivory mare had reached a clearing.
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
As her limbs carried her toward the center of the clearing, unfamiliar scents filled her nostrils and loomed in her lungs. These were the scents of equines she did not know, and with their scents came the knowledge that she had at last reached her destination. She was at the claiming grounds, and she knew that the times where no one was near her but the shadow that danced at her feet were soon to be over. And she was ready for them to be. So she stood, there under the gray, autumn dawn skies, the dying grasses of the field under her charcoal daggers. Ebony stained muzzle parted slowly as a soft song flew from the beauty’s throat and out into the cold. It loomed in the wind that carried it quickly across the island until it faded out, serving as a message of her arrival, though she doubted it was wanted, for all those who dared to listen.
Last Updated:
10/5/2006
Birthname: Broken Dream
Nickname: Broken
Gender: Mare
Herd: None
Rank: Loner
Age: 6 springs
Alliance: light
Mother: Warm Thoughts
Father: A Memory’s past
Mate/s/: none
Love: none
Crush: none
Children: none
Best Friend: none
Other Friends: none
Likes: Warm weather, Water, beaches, company
Dislikes: Solitude, danger, threats, unbearably cold weather
Breed - Quarter x Arabain
Height - 15.1
Eye color – pale green
Mane Color - white
Tail Color - white
Description - Those same pale emerald eyes fall to the ground as her weary ivory stained limbs carry her through the crunching autumn leaves below her, stained and dipped in beautiful reds and golds that reminded her of how beautiful the world was, and that treasure could be found anywhere, even just below her charcoal stained hooves. The wind came softly, but it was cold, and it sent a bitter chill down her spine, rustling the silken colorless threads that laced down her slender nape and teased her banner, likewise in hue as she moved. Her cloak was of a pure white, as well as every other part of her image, aside from the occasional gray shading, the charcoal that stained her mug and legs, and those green eyes that were frosted and yet warm. She stood out easily, sketched ivory in a background of gold and brown. Her dished face turned upwards towards the bare trees, stripped of their leaves. Their arms rocked the few leaves still attached to them in their naked arms and sang a soft creaking lullaby as the wind whistled around them. Soon, the trees left her line of vision; the ivory mare had reached a clearing.
(Exert from a post)
Picture -
Personality - Perhaps she never realized it. So long had she spent surrounded by a realm of solitude, content in her own world, perhaps she never really knew, that her kind was meant to be together. Maybe it had just never occurred to her, that indeed equines were meant to form herds, alliances and friendships. Had it really been that long? Had it really been three years since she left? All the old times seemed so distance, shrunken in her memory as time flew by. All the laughs, losses she had, and all the lessons she had learned were so far away in her mind, covered up by more current events that had registered in her head, shrunken and weathered by times closer to the steps she takes now, laying silently under the shadows of more recent memories, memories of her long travels, and memories of her solitude. She was a rather quiet lightly dappled beauty she was, around strangers anyway. But she was strong, and if something needed to be told she’d tell it, without a bit of hesitation. More refined than quiet really, she had that quiet, understanding nature, that turned out not to be quiet in so many ways.
Is there any other way to speak really? Perhaps. Large eyes hued pale emerald are engraved carefully upon the vixen’s dished face, and they could hold everything and anything the snow-kissed beauty needed to say, and if your smart enough, perhaps you’ll be able to read her thoughts through the large green globes as you fall helplessly into the dove’s line of vision. As easy as anything she could show you the pain she had felt during her lifetime in the spheres, when she was mad, perhaps the green coloring was brimmed with her anger. Go ahead. Take a long look. In them you’ll see all the sorrow she had felt carved carefully into the coloring, and all the joyous days spent in her life etched in the background. And if you look carefully enough, you just might the reflection of the thoughts that loomed through her vivid mind in the emerald pools, you could see every time she’d loved, and every time she’d hated, and maybe even detect something she wants desperately to let you know.
(Exert from a post)
History – I’ll work on it. C=
Example post-
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
Perhaps she never realized it. So long had she spent surrounded by a realm of solitude, content in her own world, perhaps she never really knew, that her kind was meant to be together. Maybe it had just never occurred to her, that indeed equines were meant to form herds, alliances and friendships. Had it really been that long? Had it really been three years since she left? All the old times seemed so distance, shrunken in her memory as time flew by. All the laughs, losses she had, and all the lessons she had learned were so far away in her mind, covered up by more current events that had registered in her head, shrunken and weathered by times closer to the steps she takes now, laying silently under the shadows of more recent memories, memories of her long travels, and memories of her solitude. She was a rather quiet lightly dappled beauty she was, around strangers anyway. But she was strong, and if something needed to be told she’d tell it, without a bit of hesitation. More refined than quiet really, she had that quiet, understanding nature, that turned out not to be quiet in so many ways.
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Is there any other way to speak really? Perhaps. Large eyes hued pale emerald are engraved carefully upon the vixen’s dished face, and they could hold everything and anything the snow-kissed beauty needed to say, and if your smart enough, perhaps you’ll be able to read her thoughts through the large green globes as you fall helplessly into the dove’s line of vision. As easy as anything she could show you the pain she had felt during her lifetime in the spheres, when she was mad, perhaps the green coloring was brimmed with her anger. Go ahead. Take a long look. In them you’ll see all the sorrow she had felt carved carefully into the coloring, and all the joyous days spent in her life etched in the background. And if you look carefully enough, you just might the reflection of the thoughts that loomed through her vivid mind in the emerald pools, you could see every time she’d loved, and every time she’d hated, and maybe even detect something she wants desperately to let you know.
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
Those same pale emerald eyes fall to the ground as her weary ivory stained limbs carry her through the crunching autumn leaves below her, stained and dipped in beautiful reds and golds that reminded her of how beautiful the world was, and that treasure could be found anywhere, even just below her charcoal stained hooves. The wind came softly, but it was cold, and it sent a bitter chill down her spine, rustling the silken colorless threads that laced down her slender nape and teased her banner, likewise in hue as she moved. Her cloak was of a pure white, as well as every other part of her image, aside from the occasional gray shading, the charcoal that stained her mug and legs, and those green eyes that were frosted and yet warm. She stood out easily, sketched ivory in a background of gold and brown. Her dished face turned upwards towards the bare trees, stripped of their leaves. Their arms rocked the few leaves still attached to them in their naked arms and sang a soft creaking lullaby as the wind whistled around them. Soon, the trees left her line of vision; the ivory mare had reached a clearing.
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
As her limbs carried her toward the center of the clearing, unfamiliar scents filled her nostrils and loomed in her lungs. These were the scents of equines she did not know, and with their scents came the knowledge that she had at last reached her destination. She was at the claiming grounds, and she knew that the times where no one was near her but the shadow that danced at her feet were soon to be over. And she was ready for them to be. So she stood, there under the gray, autumn dawn skies, the dying grasses of the field under her charcoal daggers. Ebony stained muzzle parted slowly as a soft song flew from the beauty’s throat and out into the cold. It loomed in the wind that carried it quickly across the island until it faded out, serving as a message of her arrival, though she doubted it was wanted, for all those who dared to listen.
Last Updated:
10/5/2006
