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Post by C.erise on Aug 20, 2008 23:15:44 GMT -5
Yes, the moment is finally here. I know I'm doing this pretty early seeing as we don't have too many members but I need some help around here! It's been a lot of work and with school coming up and riding...AHHH!! I'm very overwhelmed lately! So, if you are one of the (I'm sure) many who would like to help me out, read this guidelines/rules first::
Keep in mind that you have power but you are not the admin. So, do NOT be changing anything around without my permission first.
You get to accept and decline members. Yes, some may need to be declined. If this is so, give them constructive criticism about why they were not accepted. You can't always be nice to the new members so please, only accept those that meet the requirements. Also, don't forget to check horse heights. Many members have been getting them wrong.
Please tell members if they are breaking a rule.
Not everyone is going to be apart of the staff so don't quit if you aren't picked.
You may be a graphic designer as well as another kind of staff.
Spots Available:: 1-2 Co admins, 1-2 G-mods, 2-3 moderators, 3 graphic designers.
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Post by h a l e y on Aug 20, 2008 23:23:32 GMT -5
Username:: h a l e y Years of RP:: Two and a half years Skills:: I am the admin of two sites. I can make graphics. Staff spot you would like:: Either kind of Mod ; Co admin would be cool xD But, alas, I do not care :] I just wanna help n3n Second Choice:: Mod Sites you own/staff on:: Fire Eyes && F A T E Links to those sites:: ponypal623.proboards57.com/ && fate-rpg.proboards57.com/Example Post:: [This is my favorite post and very emotional to me at least <3]
It was dark now. Crickets and frogs were chattering quietly in the brush, but their size grew along with the noise. It wasn't annoying, once you got used to it. Up above, the moon shone brightly. A full moon tonight.
"d**n it!" his lips spat out. The brute stood in a large clearing. He flicked his heavy banner, it draped down to the ground. His orbs were strained shut, he wasn't going to cry again. Anthony lifted his crown to the azure. "Why?" he whispered, about to cry. Again. No. He wasn't going to.
He needed alone time away from home. Far away from home. He wasn't searching for anyone, but a reason why he'd done what he'd done. Images from his memory flashed in his mind. Ambrosia. Taffy. Ezera. Ambrosia! He arched his nape, holding the tears back. He loved her. But now what. He just threw her away for a mare he didn't know. Why?!
"I wish I never met Amb. I wish I still had Ez." He couldn't stop it then, the tears streamed out. "Oh Ez! Why did that do that to you?! I miss you so much. My life wouldn't be this way if you were still here!" He threw his weight into his fore hooves as he reared back and struck the ground.
She closed her eyes, tears dropping out. Her body lay stiff on the cold, hard ground. Her breathing was uneven and fast. They had just left, of course, after attacking her a few more times. Her body was covered in bruises and wounds. Blood was coming out of her mouth. Her orbs flashed open when she heard a voice. And soft sobs. "Cim, is that you, hun?"
Her voice was scratchy. She hadn't had water for a while. Her filly had run away when she got the chance, her mother's orders, to avoid being attacked. "Cimorene, honey, please come out now." her voice was now that of a pleading one. She needed the company. The mare's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't her daughter.
Anthony's auds perked. He heard a voice. No, no one was nearby. He lifted his maw to the air, sniffing again. Nothing. The brute heard a mare's voice then. She must have been covered by the foliage for some time to be hidden like that. He slowly walked towards the voice. The weeds surrounded a palomino mare, covered in blood, bruises, and cuts. He was about to leave her, but something about caught his eye. He quickly huddled over her. "Love, what happened to you?!"
The mare struggled to get up as she had heard an approaching beast. Then it appeared through the weeds. Her sapphire orbs glistened, tears were forming again. "Please don't hurt me," she pleaded, cringing away from him. But she heard his soft, kind voice and turned her crown to him. "Some equines attacked me, thats all. Have you seem my baby?"
Anthony smiled at her, his orbs diving into hers. She's so beautiful. "No, no I haven't seen your foal. Why would someone attack you? I'll be right back, I need to get you some water." He flashed her a worried look. Will she make it? The brute quickly darted to the nearby pond. With a rounded log, he filled it with water. Anthony made his way back to the mare, careful not to spill any. He laid it gently next to her. He smiled as she reached to drink some. "Now for your wounds.." he spoke softly to himself, turning for some plants he recognized for healing.
The stallion gently applied the healing plants. She kept a steady smile on her maw, but whinnied in pain every now and then. When he finished, he still wondered if she'd make it. She seemed fine, but still terribly weak. Their attention was stolen when a bay yearling walked through the weeds.
Ezera winced in pain as he helped her. She continually drank the water till it was gone. He had to get up twice to get more. She felt bad. The mare was able to get onto her stomach at least now. The mare's face lit up when Cimorene walked through the weeds. "Cimorene! Come here baby!" She whinnied, her face full of joy. The filly trotted to her dam, keeping an eye on the stallion.
"Stallion, I never got your name. I'm Ezera, and this is my baby Cimorene. Sadly, she's never met her father.." She nuzzled her filly to lay down, which she did, then Ezera flicked her auds back and started at the buckskin brute.
Anthony smiled as Cimorene lay down by her dam. His auds perked when she spoken her name. Ezera.. "Ezera? Ez!" He jumped to his stilts, whinnying loudly. "Ez, your alive!!" He nuzzled her delicate face, nickering. "What has happened to my lovely?! I will kill them bastards that did this to you!"
Ez startled at first, flinching back. Then it hit her. Thats why he looked so familiar. "Anthony?" He nickered to her, her face was confused. She gazed into his brown and blue orbs. The slight bruise before his ear. "Oh my god, Anthony!" She struggled to her feet. Anthony shushed her and pushed her down. "Stay down, please." he said softly. Tears had sprouted from each horses' orbs. They sat nuzzling each other, amazed at their existence.
After their little reunion, Anthony laid back down. He sighed, laying his poll on Ezera's stomach. Her soft words broke his concentration, "Honey, what is it?" He picked his head up, looking at her sadly. "Ez, I did something wrong.." Once again, she spoke, "Tell me, love."
He shook his poll, looking away from her before starting. "Well, I have my own herd lands, which I'm taking you back to after this. I don't care about Kilala, you are my lead mare. Always," he smiled at her, his auburn orb sparkled. "Well, I met this mare. She was amazing, a beautiful dun. She changed my life, of course you did too, but after your so called death.
So she became my lead mare, Ambrosia did. We had a foal together, Taffy. Well, soon after Taffy was born we had a mare come along and join the herd. Her name was Kilala. Amb seemed to have a small feud with her, later telling me it was all for fun on her part. But it was too late then. Kilala had run off because of Amb. I went after her and asked Ki to be my lead mare.
Now Amb is gone, and I miss her terribly. I don't know what I want. I can't believe I even did such a horrible thing. I love both mares. But if I ask Amber to come back, Kilala must leave. And now with you, I loose both my mares." he sighed, glancing at her. "But I still love you. Always. I think about you all the time, love!" he licked her maw, which blood was still dripping out of, she half smiled.
"Hun.. I don't know what to say. I'm sorry about your mares. It must be hard. Maybe its best to not have a lead mare yet. Or.. start over somehow. Fresh, new herd. Then go herd other mares. She giggled at the last statement, then coughed up some blood. Ezera had a pain growing in the pit of her stomach. She winced. Whatever was wrong with her, it was devouring her body. She knew she was going to die. And she wanted to spend her last moments with Anthony. Her stallion. She turned to Cimorene, half smiling, "Honey, you need to go with daddy, okay? She nudged her towards Anthony.
"B-but your my lead mare-- Ez!" He lunged forward when she coughed up blood. "I'm okay" she reassured him. When she had Cimorene come towards him, he smiled. "T-this is my foal? Or is it from them?" She nodded towards Anthony. "Mine?!" he gasped, hugging his filly. She nickered out shyly, happy to finally meet her sire.
The filly settled herself close to her sire, falling sound asleep. Anthony gently licked her neck. "I love you, Cimorene" he whispered, loving the sound of her name. He gazed up at Ezera, who yawned. "We should probably sleep too love." He nickered to her, tossing his crown. Ez nodded, laying her poll down, closing her eyes. Anthony did the same, though kept a close eye around them.
When the sun was above them and the birds were singing, Anthony awoke. He looked around him, shocked. But then realized where he was. He looked down to his sleeping filly then to Ezera, who was still sleeping. It was time to test her strength. "Ez, love? You should awake now to eat and drink." He stretched his nape out to whisper to her. The brute then slowly eased himself up, with out disturbing Cim.
She wouldn't respond. Still asleep. He leaned down, nudging her poll. She was stiff, and blood had dried around her mouth. His smiling expression was replaced with a worrying one. "Ezera, wake up love. Come on, baby! Please wake up!" he was now beginning to cry, pushing her crown back and forth.
Anthony took a step back, tears dropped from his eyes. "No" he whispered, his cry taken by the wind. He looked to Cimorene, who was breathing. Thank god. He nuzzled his mare once more. "I love you Ez. I always will. Sadly, he walked a few feet away to attempt to dig a deep hole. Anthony gently pulled Ezera in. Once she was fully in, he said goodbye one last time, then began pushing dirt upon her still frame.
Once she was fully covered, he nuzzled Cimorene. She woke up, smiling at him. Anthony flashed a fake smile, then ushered her away from the grave. He knew she wasn't going to make it.
The wind rolled gently, rustling the foliage. Birds chattered sadly, the passing of the mare had everyone in the area talking. Miles away walked a buckskin stallion with a small bay yearling filly...
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Post by Kempsie on Aug 20, 2008 23:28:39 GMT -5
R A W R [/color][/i] Look up in the sky, it's Kempsie! May change, though.
Gosh, how long have you been sitting there? 3 years. Hehe. On and off.
Y'all look at my mad skeelz!!!111 I pretty much know any little gray button that you see when you reply. I'm a talented rper, my comps aren't too good with skins and all I can do on the graphics thing is MS Paint. Which stinks. But I'm nice and funny, I suppose. Which makes me tolerable.
Highly godly power of choice Do I have to wait that long, though? Co-admin. Ack, the suspense.
But I can go for G-mod, it's so much fun if you're turned down.
I also work my magic on.... Galloping Grace as a mod. You heard my staff plight when I first joined. Not fun. I swear there would be more!
Linksers Clicketh and Beholdeth
A sample of my work Thunder rumbled in the heavens as the golden mare hit the ground, tripping over her hooves and landing on her side with a thud and rise of dust. She snorted in disgust, making no effort to preen herself back to normal. She shook herself like a wet dog, removing some of the dust and dirt from her formerly spotless coat. Her towers flicked around to detect a virbration or noise, but alas nothing reached her auds. She snorted again, the gray clouds above flashing with lightning. Her sunkissed hide turned dark as drops of skywater fell upon the land, quickly drenching the femmora with water. Her dripping ivroy forelock flopped down onto her poll. She grumbled to herself as she walked along, feeling low and miserable. She was royalty, a great spirit. She didn’t deserve to be on this parched earth, plodding along like a sick ox. “I hope they’re happy,” she snarled to herself. She could hardly believe the gods had kicked her out of the clouds; one moment she was standing in all her glory, wings arched like a preening swan’s. The next the gods had said she was too stuck up, that she needed to understand the subjects she represented. The high god Terras had butted her off the puffy cloud. She’d managed to gain jumping form, but landed badly and flipped over. She felt a bruise forming now. And when she’d stood up, her white feathery wings had been gone, removed from her bright hide. Brown orbs searched the land for shelter, but they had pushed her out over the dullest of plains. At last she spotted a tree, old and gnarled but still with leaves. The tired femmora plopped down onto the grass once she got there. Her weary hooves ached. She’d only been walking a short time, but she was so used to her flying that she was completely tuckered out. Her tired feet were tucked beneath her golden bodice, her head drooping miserably. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this sad, except for when the stallion who was to be her mate rejected her for a mortal. But that had quickly turned to joy, as Terras had created her just for that and so he gave her wings and a new rank – goddess of Triniti. Now, she felt much worse and there was nothing to cheer her back to full spirit. A salty tear dripped down her white face. She blinked her dark brown eyes, which were glistening with more drops. They flowed down her white cheeks and face, until she her shoulders were shaking with every heart-wrenching sob. She cried until her throat hurt and she coughed, a terrible hacking sound. Then she sat in silence, feeling abandoned and lonely as the rain fell outside of her shaded shelter of a tree. She felt steely, detirmined, after a long ponder. She’d show those awful immortals. She would meet the horses living here, and then she would understand them ten times better than before. And then she’d get her wings and place back, and they’d never take her wings away again. She picked herself up and scanned the horizon, the downcast feeling of hopelessness lost. She shook herself and moved on, feet suddenly restored in energy. As the auric mare marched over the palid topography, damp blanche tassles plastered against her soaked nape, the sun began to prevail and the dismal clouds cleared, giving way to a blau sky full of waxen colobuses. A rainbow peeked over the top, and the former goddess could almost feel the rush of wind beneath her wings.
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Post by `anntho on Aug 21, 2008 7:07:43 GMT -5
Username:: Anntho Years of RP:: About 3+ Skills:: I can do some graphics..all depends how my computer wants to be nice or not. I can make skins that look alright if I have an eye for color that day. And as far as coding >.> I forgot all that YEARS ago. Staff spot you would like:: Mod, or whatever, doesn't matter to me. Second Choice:: Graphic Designer Sites you own/staff on:: Warrior Cats; Claws against Fur Spiral Academy Secrect Haunting Links to those sites:: www.clawsagainstfur220.proboards82.com/index.cgi heartbreak13.proboards103.com/index.cgi secrethaunting.proboards59.com/index.cgi Example Post:: This is one of my more touching ones, and when Im LOW on muse..so yeah, here it is.
Come Anntho, draw yourself across the border The shadows seemed to call as I stood at the edge of the bordering acre. I had heard many tales about this region, and I had decided to exit my old herd, leaving my foster brother to heir, and travel here. Leaving and arriving always was my style, I was never in one place more than a few years, but perhaps this would all change that? Gently I moved my delicate mass forward, my silky mane toying top my neck, swirling with the breeze the whipped through the plains and distrubed the leaves that were once silently resting on the branches. As I crossed into the shadows, my pelt twitched at my underside, lengthly grass at brushed agianst the sensitive area, it had alarmed me no doubt, but it had not spooked me enough, why was the grass so tall here, as if nobody had passed this section in years, nor a wandering herd had grazed on it. This intrigued my upmost attention, something so simple, something so unnatural, that I had to exam it further. Lowering my muzzle to the swaying stalks I nipped at them, before my lips curled into a disgusted, sour scowl, I now understood why the plants had not been eaten, they were sour and dry. Though the darks claimed that they cared for sour and dry grass they didn't eat it when they were alone, no, they gobbled down the sweet and juicy ones, gorging so as to not have to eat the bitter ones, I had learned that from watching my brother as he taught me things like this. As I continued to move on, my thoughts wandered deeper into the night I had been tooken by the dark herd, I was releived to have left, if I meant that much to the lead stallion, why should I of stayed, where I was treated much kinder by the darks, even though I had a few scars to show my raising, I learned much more about the real world, and not about it once I was old enough, the darks didn't make everything seem as if the world was full of gum drops, no, they opened my eyes to the real, blood thirsty, force breeding, vulgar hell of a world, and now, raised with a cold heart and an open mind, I arrived upon my destination, the open plains of the swelling grass as the sun framed my body, ears poised atop my head swiveling to receive sounds of ole, a neutral, in a world of battles between lights and darks.
Look fimilar? It should XD
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Post by FlowerChild© on Aug 25, 2008 14:30:24 GMT -5
NameFlower Child Experience 4 years. Skills I've got graphic experience but I haven't download my Photoshop back onto my new computer yet. Below are some examples of my work though. And I'm a great researcher. Give me something to find and I'll get it. I spent three hours one night just looking for an affiliate display. And as far as HTML goes I do know that basics. And sometimes if I code need editing or fixing up, give me some time and I bet I can figure out what went wrong. So I guess I know a little bit more than basics. ClickClickClickClickFirst Co-Admin Second Global Moderator My SitesPlated Armor & Cold ShoresExample Post:: Lightning danced in the sky. Thunder crackled. Rain beat on the ground. The land was cast into complete darkness as the pearl coated mare trotted through the plains. Not even the moon could shine through the thick black clouds. The mare moved along at a steady trot, trying to find her way home. But everything looked so foreign, so alien, in the darkness. No scent could be picked up as everything was drenched. But the white mare continued onward. The ground sunk under her hooves, covering them in a paste like mud. It was uncomfortable as it started to flick onto her pelt with every step. Soon she began to look like a flea bitten gray and less of a smooth white. As lightning cut through the sky she was startled into a fast canter. Remembering it was only Mother Nature at work she slowed once again to an easy trot. Things were not going to well. She was still lost, and had seen no sign of other equines. She opened her small maw to release a call and was shocked to discover she could hardly hear herself through the rain... The rain droplets began to hurt, falling faster and harder. A breeze, or more of a wind gust, began blowing the water in her face, creating a violent frenzy of stinging sensations. She lowered her crown and arched her neck, closing her eyes slightly as she pushed against the wind in the rain. Later she would tell you she heard his foot falls in the rain, but when it actually happened it was more of a sense of someones presence. She looked up, and there he was. A dark figure through the rain. His figure, black as the night, was outlined by the rain splattering his pelt. He stood motionless in the distance. Not a single muscle moved. The white mare stared back at the black stag, or at least attempted to stare back. She looked him over, studying his tall, solid figure. It seemed he had the form of thoroughbred. He was a handsome sight, even through the heavy rain and darkness. The mare could make out long powerful legs, and a thick, muscled body. When he finally began moving she could see thick muscles rippling under his slick, black coat... As he moved she was woken from her dreamy admiration. He trotted toward her, steps light and graceful. The white mare wondered if she was even as graceful and perfect as he was. She stood motionless, except for the movement of her eyes. The black stag circled her once, and when he came around to her front side once more he turned to look her head on. Now he was closer. Much closer. For a moment the mare was frozen in place. Unable to move or speak. The next thing she knew the stallion was playfully bounding away. Who in the world have time for games is this kind of weather. Obviously, he did. The ivory mare watched, a bit confused. When the stag saw she was not following he trotted back to her. This time he reached his maw at to hers. The scented each other's breath, taking in the sweet odors of grass eaten before the storm. Before she knew it the white mare was taking steps toward the stag. Once again he turned around, bouncing away in a peppy trot. This time though, he kept going, only to turn and see if she followed. The white mare slowly walked after him, then picked her pace up to a trot. When she caught up to him he picked up the pace to a fast canter. As she followed suit he picked it up once again to a gallop... The two sped away into the darkness. At first the pain of the rain, which was slowly turning into a soft slush, was too much for her to handle. But either the cold or the fact that she was traveling with such a magnificent stag made her go numb. She had to work hard to keep up with him but as the raced along their paces matched perfectly. They flew across the plains and up hills, through fields. The mare didn't pay attention to any of her surroundings, also she cared about was keeping up with her companion. They went on like this for a few moments, until they came to a thick woodland. She hesitated for a moment before plunging into the frightening woods... The next morning the white mare awoke under a large willow somewhere in the forest. memories of the night before were blurry. She remembered trying to find her way home when she crossed a wonderful black stag. Pure, had been his name. She remembered his reaction and flirtations when she told him her own calling, Peace. As she replayed the memories the sudden realization of what she had done came into view. At first Peace panicked, hurrying to her feet. Stiff, dried mad cracked and fell from her sweet bodice. As she took off out from the protection of the willow, she began to relax. It was not as bad as it seemed. One hot night with a mysterious stallion was better than a life time with the stallion who had been courting her lately. He was the lead and had already claimed several other mares for his breeding. She would have only been another quickie before being pushed to the side like the rest and forgotten. At least now she knew someone out there wanted her, and just her... She slowed her fast pace once she reached open fields. The sky was still gray and clouded, but the rain and lightning had ceased. Peace breathed deeply to calm herself. She didn't plan on letting her herd know. They would figure it out on their own when she didn't go into heat again. She chose a path and began following, now able to recognize where she was. Soon enough she could hear the early morning movements of her herd. When she returned they all questioned where she was or criticized her muddy appearance. Peace ignored them, keeping quiet and simply answering their questions with a simple "I got Lost". After all the commotion quieted Peace joined her mother and her latest foal and began to graze. Peace watched as her younger sibling nursed. Something grabbed her heart and squeezed. In a year she would have one of her own... Another rotation of seasons passed. As the days went by Peace grew larger and the herd grew suspicious. But no one dared come right out and say anything. They all just went about their business, ignoring the obvious. The stallion that had been once devoted to winning over Peace had now forgotten her and moved to one of the newer, less pregnant mares. The only time Peace even spoke of her pregnancy was with her mother, or her close friend who had just given birth around the same time Peace was due. Peace took much interest with the other mares foals as she prepared for her own. And when she had nothing to do she would lay in the sun and ponder what her baby would look like, and what name she would choose. Would it be a boy or a girl? Beautifully black like its father, or dazzling white like its mother? Or would it be neither and be a bay like Peace's own mother? The possibilities were endless... Sides sweat soaked, and her breathing ruff, Peace gave one last push. She was back under the same willow she had awoken under that one amazing night with the black stag. The weather was exactly the same, rainy and thunderous. The pain was intense but Peace just wanted to see her baby. As she finished her final push she let out a sigh of relief. It was over. But she didn't have a moment to waste. She still needed to clean he baby of the birth waste. It was to dark to see her baby, but Peace new where her foal was. She continually cleaned it, licking every last inch off of the white ooze. She wondered what her baby looked like, but became distracted with helping her filly up. Yes, it was a girl. A wonderful, healthy baby girl. It took awhile for the filly to get up, both mama and baby were exhausted. As soon as the filly was up she began to nurse. This relaxed and reassured Peace. Slowly she drifted off to sleep to the sound of the rain and her baby suckling... Weary eyes opened slowly. It was quiet, the only noise was that of early birds awakening, and rain dripping down. Peace felt her filly at her feet, excited to see her first baby. She looked down excitedly... Only to be shocked by what she saw. The filly was an ugly combination of black and white hairs, making her look blue, or gray, depending how many of each color of hair was in a single spot. This was not what Peace had expected. She didn't know what to make of her child. She thought she was a gorgeous filly structurally, but in color, Peace was admittedly a bit disappointed. But she would never tell her filly this. Never. To her she loved her babe no matter what color... As soon as her filly awoke, Peace began leading her filly to open ground. The babe was a bit shocked by the bright sunshine that reached out between the clouds. She made short, high pitched neighs of anger, pressing against her mother in a combination of fear and instinct. Peace nudged the filly with a snort. Hush child. There's no reason to make such a racket. The filly silenced herself and stared up at her mother, with sweet, innocent eyes. Much better. Peace responded calmly, with a reassuring smile. The filly nickered back and they continued on their way. Peace took it slow, want to spend as much alone time with her baby before taking her back to the herd and having her swept away by doting mares. If they did dote over the oddly colored foal. At first the foal did not leave her mother's side. But after about an hour she began trotting onward about a foot ahead of Peace, then stopping and letting her catch up. The filly continually did this as the marched on. Peace found it entertaining to watch as the little babe would stop and look around, examining the world with intense curiosity. Her innocence was a welcomed change in this cruel world... The filly started becoming impatient around noon as she grew hungry. They were in the middle of a field of wild flowers when Peace finally stopped. Immediately the baby began to suckle. Peace began grazing on the sweet flowers in front of her as he filly nursed. She grazed about four feet to the front of her when her babe finally stopped nursing. Enjoying the flavorful flower, Peace continued grazing, and pondering names for her baby. None of the ones she had chosen in her previous moments of thought would suit her foal. As she watched the filly she began trying to pull words that may suit the filly. Dusty, no... Bounce, no... Cloud, no! She couldn't decide. Everything sounded so simple and blunt. The filly bounced around, stripping the flowers of their petals. What are you doing with those flowers child? There! Something in the sentence clicked! Peace smiled in self admiration. That was it, Flower Child. It was unique and unheard of, and totally decided on her own. A nicker of joy rose from her vocals, exciting the filly as she played with a daisy. Come here my child. My Flower Child. And Flower Child came over excitedly to her mother.
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Post by mjvlyrics on Aug 26, 2008 15:27:30 GMT -5
Username:: MjvLyrics Years of RP:: um.. Only 2 months (ehehehe) Skills:: [/b] Moderator (or whatever) Second Choice:: Regular Member, or Global Mod Sites you own/staff on:: Not staff on anything (yet) and have always wanted to be one. Links to those sites::Example Post:: ONOZ!! -scurries looking for best one- Well, i guess ill just make one real quick like, with my charry from FATE.. ::C.A.N.C.I.O.N!! F.U.E.R.T.E!!:: (The Broken Spirit)
The silhouette moved across the terrain at a slow lope, bewildered by how lush it was, compared to home. Home, now a charred place, where nobody resides anymore. Nobody lived the terrible storms there. The brute's mind wandered to his family, mostly his beloved sister, Sinsonte. Something inside of him told him that she was still alive. That he wasn't the only one that survived. How he wishes this could be true, but what he doesn't know, is the fact, that Sinsonte is alive.
Snatching back his lost mind, he continued with his long strides. Fuerte's tinted daggers struck the earth beneath his large colorless mass in a three beated rythym. Keeping this beat, he scanned the area for other equine. In this kind of place, there had to be even a small herd. He wasn't searching for company, just the reassurance that there were others. Okay, maybe he was searching for company! But give this dark stud a break! He has been alone since the storms, which happened when he was only five. Now, Fuerte is a full grown, black stallion, at the age of seven. He was also carrying the heavy guilt of what happened, believing it was his fault that everybody died. His heaviest (and unnecessary) guilt was his sister...
{I could have saved her! I should have! She would still be with me. My only love, now gone! And it's all my fault! All that I have ever lived for is gone now. The whole cimmaron! That storm! I hate it! I shall not rest until I avenge my family! And especially my sister!} His hatred powered his pistons, along with heated tears that escaped his chocolates.
He was bound to find a new place to call home in this new terrain. All he needed was to find a herd to be part of. He wanted to be anywhere but that damned and charred former home of his. No! What he wanted was his love, his sister, his best friend. All those three were just one mare. Sinsonte. He cared not for any other equine more than his younger sibling.
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Post by C.erise on Aug 26, 2008 19:02:57 GMT -5
Aaaaaand...the results! Co-Admin:: Kempsie Global Moderator:: h a l e y Moderator:: FlowerChild, anntho Graphics Designers:: FlowerChild
Thanks to all for auditioning! If you have any questions about why you did not get to be a staff member or why you got the spot you did, don't be shy to PM me.
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