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Post by Racing on May 21, 2011 23:51:21 GMT -7
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never feared for anything never shamed but never free
Fornever Ending
lived a life so endlessly saw beyond what others see
Storm
will you stay will you stay away forever
3.0
how do I live without the ones I love time still turns the pages of the book its burned
Horse
place and time always on my mind i have so much to say but you're so far away
Thoroughbred ; 17.2 Hands High
plans of what our futures hold foolish lies of growing old
Pure; midnight, coal, cave, abyss; black
a final song a last request
Obsidian; hot, cold, onyx, ink, raven; black
a perfect chapter laid to rest now and then i try to find a place in my mind
Male; Stallion
where you can stay you can stay awake forever
Well. First off, I build deep emotional ties to everyone around me. Even mares I force. Yes, force. It's in my blood-- and since I carry on in this fashion, I pass this trait on. I do not love those mares, but I feel some attachment. This equals me keeping them. I keep my things close to my persons, but I am cruel. As is everyone in these lands, pardon. Cruelty also seems to be a passable gene, so... My descendants are really gonna be fucked up. I can be kind if I take a shine to you, but it's rare that I do. I an a fast horse; being a Thoroughbred, I gallop a steady 30 mph, instead of a normal breed's 15. All of this is averages, of course. My speed in truth can be clocked as fast as 40 mph on a good day, but I maintain speed for long distances as well. Never a forty for a two-mile, no that's not my style. I, in addition to being 'fast' -understatement- am also very surefooted. It's hard to knock me off balance, and when you do throw me off, I bounce back. My family? Oh, that's funny. My family's mostly dead, cracked, or... Gone. So none of that, this is all about me. My language is strong and I use words that few use, but some have heard, clearly. 'Mot', 'cove', 'pox and murrain' are a few of my favorites. Translated? 'woman','man','damn it!'. A language of eloquence. 'Pox rot your soul' is 'go to hell', basically. My Language of eloquence is fun. I stand at 17.2 hands high, and being a Thoroughbred I rock that height. I am lean and muscled, and don't mind throwing my strength around to get what I want. I enjoy mares, water, food, and not much else. I hate... Everything else. I hate other stallions and will challenge one I believe to be on my turf or after my possessions, livestock or not. Not much left to say. You can figure me out as we go. I'm a party, baby. Enjoy and have fun.
sleep tight i'm not afraid the ones that we love are here with me
I've lived in these lands for exactly one year. My ancestors were from this land. My great-great-grandfather, Storm, had a final child with Southern Belle. That child left these lands and started a herd if it's own. When it had children, one was my grandfather. My great-grandparents decided to strive to keep our Thoroughbred lines clean, and my grandpa wanted to carry this on. And so, he stole some humans' broodmares. He, a purebred Thoroughbred from excellent wild stock, bred with three of these mares. One of them is my grandma, and when she foaled, she was recaptured. My mom was raised in the wild by a foster, and my dad was a famous stallion-- feral, famous for his extreme temper. My mom grew up wild, met my dad and fell in love. Here I am. After three generations out of this land, my bloodlines have reentered this great place. I know all the legends, I've heard all the tales. I know the lore, I know details and feuds. I know the history of this land, and this is MY time to shine now. I can only hope all other descendants of the great Storm have died. I wanna be an exclusive.
lay away a place for me 'cuz as soon as i'm done i'll be on my way to live ETERNALLY
I cantered past the abandoned, crumbling building, hoofsteps causing a chain reaction of collapsing. My proud head carried high on a smooth black neck, I arched my back and let loose a series of bucks, reveling in the freedom of movement. Sliding to a halt I reared, tossing my head and stretching my forelegs. Landing, I exploded. Huge strides carried me evenly to my place of choice: The Forest Of The Night-Mare. Entering what I considered my domain, I breathed easier without the confines of society attempting to make me normal. No one could make me anything, and if they tried they were to be beat to death. And normal is not only overrated, it is completely horrid. Normal is society stifling creativity and beauty and talent to pave the way for boring, ugly and untalented beings of this Earth. Hooves eating the ground in great leaps, my lean, muscled black body suspended in the air for just a moment as I galloped, heading for my spot. My spot is what I call the area that is mine. This area is where I capture those that are mine, although of course I bring them home. My traps, set and ready, had yielded just one mare, a small haul. She scoffed at me. Dare, she scoffed at me. A few minutes after she angered me, the deed was done. Her blood lay splattered on the thirsty dirt, plants greedily sucking at the nourishment. Her lifeless corpse lay a few feet away, and already the carnivorous creatures tore at it.
I moved away, not caring I had lost a prize. They were easy enough to find, and I almost always kept them all. That particular thing had irritated me, so I rid myself of it. I broke into a trot, moving swiftly until I slowed and caught sight of a new being. She would be mine, I decided quickly. Stalking to her, I swept around her like a ghost, twining close but halting next to her. Flicking my tail over get back, I nibbled on her forelock before drawing close to her ear. I whispered hauntingly, "Hello, love," as she quaked in fear. And fear she would have, before I taught it to her. And I could teach her anything, because she was mine.
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[lyrics: So Far Away by Avenged Sevenfold]
[title lyrics: Buried Alive by Avenged Sevenfold]
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