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*-*-*-*-*-* *-*-*-*-*-* I loped into the land my dark fortress standing tall and proud at 16 hands which was the max for a Quarter Horse. He has a short wide head with as small muzzle, large, wide-set, intelligent eyes and medium-length alert ears. His nape his fairly long and flexible, slopping shoulders and well-defined withers. His body is compact with a broad chest, deep girth, short back, well-sprung ribs and powerful loins; broad deep, heavy and well-muscular hindquarters with long, gently slopped croup. Good limbs he has with short cannons, broad, flat, low-set hocks, muscular pasterns; oblong feet with deep, open heels. I observe with my optics which showed I was very intellectual not only in the ability of combating but also just being smart all together. My optics scan across the leafage wanting to eat but I focused on the mares instead and stallions that were here as well…one I knew most I did not. I made my limbs slow my movement down to a swift walk as I set aside to the murky shadows. An erri mist had settled in upon the Open Plains making my fortress more discernible to most. I snorted in insignificant infuriation. As I stood gazing into the plains at all the horses I let out a dawdling, poignant, excruciating, dim, bloodcurdling call that was so bone-chilling it would make you quake with foreboding. I was a cold, distant, angry creature of the night that would fancy to eradicate you than screw you if you infuriated him enough. He cherished mares though. They did not get the reverence they warrant though some of them merit to die than to live. Not all just some. As I waited for someone daring enough to answer the call I waited in the darkness as the world around me became still and silent like the deep thrust before the mêlée. For it is not our abilities that demonstrate what we accurately are…it is our selection. In battle the consequences of our proceedings are always so problematical, so miscellaneous, that envisage the outcome is very intricate business indeed. Also potency does not come from wining, your efforts inflate your strengths. Oh how I know this. I have learned to take care of myself because I learned early on that I am the only person who is responsible for me. As the night hued stallion stood there with the miasma churning around him he kept philosophy inaudibly to himself. It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live…so very true indeed you need to stay in the reality of life not in some fairy land like never land that does not exist. Also it is our choices that show what we truly are far more than our abilities. Well it shows that putting Troy as second was not a very good choice but hey again this it just what I think. Just like I have learned that you have to stand for what you believe in…and sometimes you have to stand alone. There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies but just as much to stand up to our friends. Oh how many times I have stood up to both and how many times I have lost on won many battles between the too. You wonder why I am so cold, lonely and distant? Take anything you are told as a suggestion not solid advice because you have to do what works for you! Plus you must find what is unique about you and if someone does not like it don’t change because sooner or later someone else will fall in love with it. As for myself I will never change and that is why I have never loved. I am damaged up from so many battles and I have such a unyielding wall around my wrecked lifeless emotion heart that no one will be able to penetrate it. I have never waited for anyone to give me anything. I am of the mind that I will just get to do it myself. And last the truth… it is a beautiful and terrible thing and should therefore be treated with great caution. Some judicious terminology from Angelus take them how you wish to. I snort as I shake my head focusing once more on the equines before me. Dubbed: Angelus Winters: Six Heritage: Quarter Horse Hued: Ebony Prison: First Realm Rank: Third in Command Foals: None Love by: None Narrator: Fawkes AIM: PhantXMasquerade Yahoo: crazycowgurl7 |
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