Post by myyrdrmyyrdr on Jun 20, 2007 21:05:00 GMT -5
Name: Vulcan
Age: 5 years
Gender: Stallion
Sample Post
A thundering rampage stormed unto the valley, obliterating the grass that the stallion roared upon, his daggers kicking up the earth in a cloud of dirt and dust behind him, without the littlest sliver of mercy. The fog that cascaded the hills seemed to scream at the oblivion his very presence caused, and it was as if the grass wilted into dry soil and sediment in his aura.
Vulcan ceased his thundered, skidding to a halt with the fiercest cry, a whinny of sorts, carried on by the hasty wind to smother his call among the trees; making the birds and any other living creature come bursting from the wildlife in a mad dash away from him. His very whinny was a warning, and the clouds were now overrun with the birds and hawks that took that warning into consideration; cawing and screeching-- begging for their lives to be spared.
Satisfied with his recognition in the valley, he stomped along, rumbles vibrating the very earth of the hills, sending the herds stampeding away at a procedurally fast pace; knowing that the land he defaced would plunge into madness; and so would its inhabitants. Letting off another bone-crunching, skin-splitting, spine-rattling cry, the very call echoed devastatingly in the air-- tearing apart the utter silence, for the wind that sued to rush by this place and shake the branches of the leaves; had seemed to run away as well, with the horses and the birds.
Now, only the grass that had wilted into piles of ash behind his brutal figure remained on this earth, as he blasted off to taint another section of the planet, to depart this world into complete and utter Hell...
Age: 5 years
Gender: Stallion
Sample Post
A thundering rampage stormed unto the valley, obliterating the grass that the stallion roared upon, his daggers kicking up the earth in a cloud of dirt and dust behind him, without the littlest sliver of mercy. The fog that cascaded the hills seemed to scream at the oblivion his very presence caused, and it was as if the grass wilted into dry soil and sediment in his aura.
Vulcan ceased his thundered, skidding to a halt with the fiercest cry, a whinny of sorts, carried on by the hasty wind to smother his call among the trees; making the birds and any other living creature come bursting from the wildlife in a mad dash away from him. His very whinny was a warning, and the clouds were now overrun with the birds and hawks that took that warning into consideration; cawing and screeching-- begging for their lives to be spared.
Satisfied with his recognition in the valley, he stomped along, rumbles vibrating the very earth of the hills, sending the herds stampeding away at a procedurally fast pace; knowing that the land he defaced would plunge into madness; and so would its inhabitants. Letting off another bone-crunching, skin-splitting, spine-rattling cry, the very call echoed devastatingly in the air-- tearing apart the utter silence, for the wind that sued to rush by this place and shake the branches of the leaves; had seemed to run away as well, with the horses and the birds.
Now, only the grass that had wilted into piles of ash behind his brutal figure remained on this earth, as he blasted off to taint another section of the planet, to depart this world into complete and utter Hell...
