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Subject: Steed>>> Author: Ghost Warrior [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:20:49 04/08/01 Sun Author Host/IP: NoHost/172.136.29.215 Thick body, filled with strong bones and large muscles shapes him. Long, thick legs hold him above the ground, to tower over inferiors. Thick neck holds his head high, a regal gesture. Large, thick skull protects his intelligence. Dark orbs are placed perfectly, granting him vision, a most necessary gift. Large auditives are lifted, searching the land silently. Flaring nostrils take in the scents about him, telling him much about the world he had entered. Thick black pelt protects him, warmed to a large degree by the harsh, merciless sun. One ivory sock runs along his left fore leg, blending into a dark, off-white hoof, standing apart from the trio of obsidian horns gripping the ground as well. Rich, doven mask washes against his face, dripping along his muzzle, pulled back to his oculars, clashing with the ebony of his body. Rich black mane spills against his neck, the two blending. Forelock falls over dark orbs, splashing against the white mask, a rather unusual blend. Long tail swings against sturdy hocks, moving with the silent wind. The steed stands silent, the aura of death and destruction seeming to follow him. Dark, evil, he remains, alone, perhaps forever, a warrior, a leader, yet not a lover... ~Ghost Warrior [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]