Post by Zohyd// on Oct 8, 2007 19:50:06 GMT -5
My cursing is Fancy as He!!
I go by Fancy
I have survived but 4 harsh winters
I am but molded a witch
I stand about 18.2hh above the earth
I follow the darks
My nue is the color of dull grey, splattered dapples
The blood that runs through my veins is Percheron
Personality A true b!tch she is. Some say that she takes orders from the devil, but she only laughs at their stupid selves. She is a witch who knows how to use her size to her advantage. Fancy rather fight then give in, only sometimes will the witch use her mind and accept that she has to go. She can be rather quiet, but get her mad, and she won’t back down. She’ll become loud, and make you back down herself. Once you earn her respect she is a lovely witch, for a dark that is. She won’t always disobey you, she might actually listen.
History;; Fancy grew up in a dark herd, though her dam was nothing but a slave. Once the age of three she wanted to leave, but her sire had other plans for the young witch. Considering she was a large witch he put her to work, but it only lasted two days. She let, unexpected and unheard. She knew that her sire sent other for her, but they would only spend a few hours looking, and would give up, so she was in the clear. Fancy enjoyed traveling on her own, she ran into many creatures, none threatening to her. One however did leave a scar under her dull grey mane. It was a scratch mark from a cougar. Now Fancy has come to your area, who will she kill and who will she let live?
Description: Fancy is but of a dull grey. She has a long mane that is tangled with burs and twigs. She is percheron crossed, but her other half is unknown. Fancy carries the percheron’s bone structure and looks. She has a thick neck, large limbs, round barrel. In fact it seems there is no trace of her other blood. The witch can move with grace and speed. Once her boa is arched into a rainbow shape the witch is very attractive, but it’s very rare that she will arch her boa, maybe only for a stretch, but no one ever see’s it. She carries a set of large, hard daggers. Fancy is a very sure-footed witch, who seems she could run with her visuals closed.
I am a smart witch
I look something like this(click)
Sample Post The witch increased her speed as the narrow trail began to widen. She now moved at the two-beat gate, it was smooth and yet it seemed that she did it effortless and with ease. She stopped at the edge of the forest and let her dark orbs scan over the clearing in the middle. She spotted the equines almost instantly, two femmes and a large brute. Not once seemed to notice her so this attack should be rather fun for her. The large witch threw her cranium and parted her kissers to throw out a battle cry. Twin pillars became laced to her dappled pelt and the witch shifted her weight towards her haunches and pushed forward. Each long stride the grey to, her speed increased. Soon enough she was running full speed towards the small herd. The two femmes took off in the opposite direction, but the brute stood his ground. ‘Stupid brute’ she thought, but yet it made the chase all the more fun when a brain damaged brute thought he even had a chance against her. She was not the least bit threatened by this, and her stride never faltered, she was going to collide with the hellion, and on purpose. The two bodies became one for a second before parting again, knocking both equines off balance. The brute was sluggish but strong. The witch pivoted on her haunches and was greeted by a strong blow to her chest. It took the femme only a second to recover and she was now madder than ever. Kissers parted but this time they were throw towards the brutes crest. Soon enough she felt his skin stuck between her locked bite. She threw the brute to the ground and wasted no time in killing him off. The grey took out a large chunk of the brute and lifted a forelimb and thrust it towards his boa, cutting it deep, and killing him off instantly. Another sweet victory. As the body lay limp on the Earth’s lithosphere the best let out a victory scream, high pitched, but it could send a chill through any equines spine. She lowered her mug and let it rest in the pile of blood that now covered the brute, she enjoyed that taste way too much.
I go by Fancy
I have survived but 4 harsh winters
I am but molded a witch
I stand about 18.2hh above the earth
I follow the darks
My nue is the color of dull grey, splattered dapples
The blood that runs through my veins is Percheron
Personality A true b!tch she is. Some say that she takes orders from the devil, but she only laughs at their stupid selves. She is a witch who knows how to use her size to her advantage. Fancy rather fight then give in, only sometimes will the witch use her mind and accept that she has to go. She can be rather quiet, but get her mad, and she won’t back down. She’ll become loud, and make you back down herself. Once you earn her respect she is a lovely witch, for a dark that is. She won’t always disobey you, she might actually listen.
History;; Fancy grew up in a dark herd, though her dam was nothing but a slave. Once the age of three she wanted to leave, but her sire had other plans for the young witch. Considering she was a large witch he put her to work, but it only lasted two days. She let, unexpected and unheard. She knew that her sire sent other for her, but they would only spend a few hours looking, and would give up, so she was in the clear. Fancy enjoyed traveling on her own, she ran into many creatures, none threatening to her. One however did leave a scar under her dull grey mane. It was a scratch mark from a cougar. Now Fancy has come to your area, who will she kill and who will she let live?
Description: Fancy is but of a dull grey. She has a long mane that is tangled with burs and twigs. She is percheron crossed, but her other half is unknown. Fancy carries the percheron’s bone structure and looks. She has a thick neck, large limbs, round barrel. In fact it seems there is no trace of her other blood. The witch can move with grace and speed. Once her boa is arched into a rainbow shape the witch is very attractive, but it’s very rare that she will arch her boa, maybe only for a stretch, but no one ever see’s it. She carries a set of large, hard daggers. Fancy is a very sure-footed witch, who seems she could run with her visuals closed.
I am a smart witch
I look something like this(click)
Sample Post The witch increased her speed as the narrow trail began to widen. She now moved at the two-beat gate, it was smooth and yet it seemed that she did it effortless and with ease. She stopped at the edge of the forest and let her dark orbs scan over the clearing in the middle. She spotted the equines almost instantly, two femmes and a large brute. Not once seemed to notice her so this attack should be rather fun for her. The large witch threw her cranium and parted her kissers to throw out a battle cry. Twin pillars became laced to her dappled pelt and the witch shifted her weight towards her haunches and pushed forward. Each long stride the grey to, her speed increased. Soon enough she was running full speed towards the small herd. The two femmes took off in the opposite direction, but the brute stood his ground. ‘Stupid brute’ she thought, but yet it made the chase all the more fun when a brain damaged brute thought he even had a chance against her. She was not the least bit threatened by this, and her stride never faltered, she was going to collide with the hellion, and on purpose. The two bodies became one for a second before parting again, knocking both equines off balance. The brute was sluggish but strong. The witch pivoted on her haunches and was greeted by a strong blow to her chest. It took the femme only a second to recover and she was now madder than ever. Kissers parted but this time they were throw towards the brutes crest. Soon enough she felt his skin stuck between her locked bite. She threw the brute to the ground and wasted no time in killing him off. The grey took out a large chunk of the brute and lifted a forelimb and thrust it towards his boa, cutting it deep, and killing him off instantly. Another sweet victory. As the body lay limp on the Earth’s lithosphere the best let out a victory scream, high pitched, but it could send a chill through any equines spine. She lowered her mug and let it rest in the pile of blood that now covered the brute, she enjoyed that taste way too much.
