Post by h a l e y on Aug 20, 2008 12:06:06 GMT -5
Throw on your break lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
And another by me
© Me
Title
Anthony
Generation
Seven Years
Class
Gypsy Vanner
Sex
Stud
Hue
Minimal Sabiano Buckskin
Stature
Sixteen hands high
Past
[I'm going to write it in rping mode because I don't have enough time. I'll fix it later.]
Everyone was there. His sire, a beautifully tinted cremello with few spots along his barrel. He could see the pain in his sire’s sapphire pools, but why? The newborn buckskin should have been a happy thing, but it wasn’t. Why?
He let out a squeal, no one responded. He let his orbs wander, there were gorgeous feas all around him. He jumped in his spot when he looked at the adult standing near a dark shadow. He looked mean, angry, full of hatred.
Anthony gulped. He was staring into the eyes of his older brother. Why did he look so made as if he’d kill Anthony on the spot? The colt looked at the mound behind his small legs, the one his brother stood by.
She was a large dove, her body a fading dapple grey. She was beautiful, but why was she so still? He swallowed again, turning his body to sniff her. She wasn’t moving at all, and he knew why, even at this young.
She was dead. Because of him. His eyes welded up with tears, his vision became blurry. He let out a squawk to call his mother, any way to save her. The colt hurried to his wobbly stilts, advancing towards his fallen dam.
He wasn’t able to process what had happened just then, but he knew now. He was on the ground, his legs in a mess again. But it was odd, he was farther away from his dam, how? Then right before him was the ghostly brute.
The larger brother snorted, pawing the ground. A growl was heard from deep inside his throat. The others just stood there, watching. Even his father didn’t do anything. But he knew the reason why he was being punished, his dam was dead and it was his fault.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he stared at his larger sibling. The stallion threw his crown about, rambling words he didn’t understand. Mares winced from the harshness of his tone, probably words he shouldn’t speak in front of them.
He quickly scrambled to his long legs, letting out a frightened whinny. Why him? Why her? The brute charged forward, nipping Anthony hard on his whithers. Anthony screamed out, trying his hardest to escape the pain.
He stopped short, his sire finally spoke. His voice was smooth and wise, heavy, fitting the body it poured from. Anthony’s older brother let out another harsh neigh, then turned and galloped off. Never to be seen again. Anthony sighed, his small body trembled. The leader sulked over to him, licking his bloody pelt gently. Finally some love.
**
He's also lost three mares he loved very much. His soul is very damaged.
Sample
Already have a first horse, do I have to do another?
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must faulter be wise
And another by me
© Me
Title
Anthony
Generation
Seven Years
Class
Gypsy Vanner
Sex
Stud
Hue
Minimal Sabiano Buckskin
Stature
Sixteen hands high
Past
[I'm going to write it in rping mode because I don't have enough time. I'll fix it later.]
Everyone was there. His sire, a beautifully tinted cremello with few spots along his barrel. He could see the pain in his sire’s sapphire pools, but why? The newborn buckskin should have been a happy thing, but it wasn’t. Why?
He let out a squeal, no one responded. He let his orbs wander, there were gorgeous feas all around him. He jumped in his spot when he looked at the adult standing near a dark shadow. He looked mean, angry, full of hatred.
Anthony gulped. He was staring into the eyes of his older brother. Why did he look so made as if he’d kill Anthony on the spot? The colt looked at the mound behind his small legs, the one his brother stood by.
She was a large dove, her body a fading dapple grey. She was beautiful, but why was she so still? He swallowed again, turning his body to sniff her. She wasn’t moving at all, and he knew why, even at this young.
She was dead. Because of him. His eyes welded up with tears, his vision became blurry. He let out a squawk to call his mother, any way to save her. The colt hurried to his wobbly stilts, advancing towards his fallen dam.
He wasn’t able to process what had happened just then, but he knew now. He was on the ground, his legs in a mess again. But it was odd, he was farther away from his dam, how? Then right before him was the ghostly brute.
The larger brother snorted, pawing the ground. A growl was heard from deep inside his throat. The others just stood there, watching. Even his father didn’t do anything. But he knew the reason why he was being punished, his dam was dead and it was his fault.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he stared at his larger sibling. The stallion threw his crown about, rambling words he didn’t understand. Mares winced from the harshness of his tone, probably words he shouldn’t speak in front of them.
He quickly scrambled to his long legs, letting out a frightened whinny. Why him? Why her? The brute charged forward, nipping Anthony hard on his whithers. Anthony screamed out, trying his hardest to escape the pain.
He stopped short, his sire finally spoke. His voice was smooth and wise, heavy, fitting the body it poured from. Anthony’s older brother let out another harsh neigh, then turned and galloped off. Never to be seen again. Anthony sighed, his small body trembled. The leader sulked over to him, licking his bloody pelt gently. Finally some love.
**
He's also lost three mares he loved very much. His soul is very damaged.
Sample
Already have a first horse, do I have to do another?
Your mind is in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia
Disturbia © Rihanna
