Post by prettyinpirate on Dec 8, 2009 14:58:13 GMT -5
Name of Character(s):Craft
Text:Her name and maybe the quote...
Quote:’wretch’ I cried
Species:Horse
Age:About 4 or 5
Gender: Mare
Breed: Andalusian or something spanish
Colour: Solid Black
Physical Appearance:Craft is kind of small and thin. She's built like a Spanish bred horse though. Her mane and tail are long and the black has a kind of purple sheen to it. Her eyes are nacreous, like spilled oil.
Personality: Shes very meek. She's quiet and observant and doesn't have much of a temper unless you really provoke her. She's kind of like a nice old lady I guess lol.
Images or References:
Image Ideas:Something simple. I'm going to use it with some table HTML and the background is going to be black and I kinda want the picture to face into the background at the top... the image will be at the bottom.
Example post with requested character:Mother Nature was pissed. Why? No idea. Perhaps it was the Gods’ way of letting everyone know they were back. The sky opened up and let loose. As the giant thunderheads rolled over each other and fought for dominance in the sky, great flashes of lightning ripped through their dark façade, chased quickly by huge claps of thunder. The torrential downpour did nothing to keep the situation in okay shape. Being on a beach in the middle of a massive, nasty storm like this just sucked.
She knew no one here. No one save for the alpha male of the North: FALLEN. The little black mare stood in the shadows of the trees farther up the shore. The nacreous orbs stared out at the sea; the sea that was rolling and crashing and fighting just as hard as the clouds above it. But then something happened the little mare had never quite seen. Heard of yes; seen? No. The sea lifted itself from it’s bed of rocks and weeds and sands and began to creep forward over the beach. The liquid and foam swallowed all it touched. CRAFT backed away instinctively. Water didn’t make the mare nervous; the way the water moved forward as if possessed made the mare nervous.
The night was completely pitch black with the clouds and all but CRAFT saw in the night almost as well as an owl. The fae preferred the night to day; it was much quieter and more useful. Murderess turned at the awful panicked screeching of nearby equines. Auds forward, disenchanted orbs searched the water and darkness for forms familiar to her. There seemed to be an equine in the water. Why did she go to the water? Wouldn’t it make sense to run from the water? Weren’t equines mammals of flight? The raven clad mare picked her way hurriedly over to the where the sounds originated. Her dark eyes watched as the other equine moved from the ocean to a spot of seemingly higher ground; it was hard to tell for the trees in the way of CRAFT’s view.
Stumbling and scraping her knees and shins, the pixie made it to a spot of higher ground. There she eyed an awkward form that only a foal could possess. Was this mystery mare in the water the dam? She was helping the little one to higher ground. CRAFT turned to the other form, the ivory stallion that had introduced himself as FALLEN, alpha dog in the North. Assessing the situation as quickly as was possible for the close minded female, CRAFT let out a cry to announce her presence. She stood and looked back and forth between the two adults, waiting to be told what to do. The mare wasn’t much for words; who could hear in this mess anyway?
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?www.thelostislands.webs.com/
Text:Her name and maybe the quote...
Quote:’wretch’ I cried
Species:Horse
Age:About 4 or 5
Gender: Mare
Breed: Andalusian or something spanish
Colour: Solid Black
Physical Appearance:Craft is kind of small and thin. She's built like a Spanish bred horse though. Her mane and tail are long and the black has a kind of purple sheen to it. Her eyes are nacreous, like spilled oil.
Personality: Shes very meek. She's quiet and observant and doesn't have much of a temper unless you really provoke her. She's kind of like a nice old lady I guess lol.
Images or References:
Image Ideas:Something simple. I'm going to use it with some table HTML and the background is going to be black and I kinda want the picture to face into the background at the top... the image will be at the bottom.
Example post with requested character:Mother Nature was pissed. Why? No idea. Perhaps it was the Gods’ way of letting everyone know they were back. The sky opened up and let loose. As the giant thunderheads rolled over each other and fought for dominance in the sky, great flashes of lightning ripped through their dark façade, chased quickly by huge claps of thunder. The torrential downpour did nothing to keep the situation in okay shape. Being on a beach in the middle of a massive, nasty storm like this just sucked.
She knew no one here. No one save for the alpha male of the North: FALLEN. The little black mare stood in the shadows of the trees farther up the shore. The nacreous orbs stared out at the sea; the sea that was rolling and crashing and fighting just as hard as the clouds above it. But then something happened the little mare had never quite seen. Heard of yes; seen? No. The sea lifted itself from it’s bed of rocks and weeds and sands and began to creep forward over the beach. The liquid and foam swallowed all it touched. CRAFT backed away instinctively. Water didn’t make the mare nervous; the way the water moved forward as if possessed made the mare nervous.
The night was completely pitch black with the clouds and all but CRAFT saw in the night almost as well as an owl. The fae preferred the night to day; it was much quieter and more useful. Murderess turned at the awful panicked screeching of nearby equines. Auds forward, disenchanted orbs searched the water and darkness for forms familiar to her. There seemed to be an equine in the water. Why did she go to the water? Wouldn’t it make sense to run from the water? Weren’t equines mammals of flight? The raven clad mare picked her way hurriedly over to the where the sounds originated. Her dark eyes watched as the other equine moved from the ocean to a spot of seemingly higher ground; it was hard to tell for the trees in the way of CRAFT’s view.
Stumbling and scraping her knees and shins, the pixie made it to a spot of higher ground. There she eyed an awkward form that only a foal could possess. Was this mystery mare in the water the dam? She was helping the little one to higher ground. CRAFT turned to the other form, the ivory stallion that had introduced himself as FALLEN, alpha dog in the North. Assessing the situation as quickly as was possible for the close minded female, CRAFT let out a cry to announce her presence. She stood and looked back and forth between the two adults, waiting to be told what to do. The mare wasn’t much for words; who could hear in this mess anyway?
Which site(s) will you be using the image to?www.thelostislands.webs.com/
