Post by horsewhisperer on Feb 20, 2010 3:37:51 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Rhiannon
Text: Rhiannon
Quote: Hold me. Thrill me. Kiss me. Kill me.
Species: Horse
Age: 5 years
Gender: Mare
Breed: Pure Arabian
Colour: Dark chestnut
Physical Appearance: She has that typical dished face with very delicate, refined features.
Personality:
Images or References: www.sheridanpa.com.au/falame/arabian%20park%20faraz.JPG
www.pudgypony.com/paintings/paintchestrun.jpg
Image Ideas: Just a light hearted picture with rolling hills and lush grass. You know, that paradise image...
Example post with requested character:
Rhiannon
If you want me
I’m not a piece of ass
A one night stand
A storage shed
I think you better walk by tonight
Oh no
If you want me
Then stop begging
I don’t put out for charity
If you want me there’s no discount price
Tonight
If you want me
The cherry on top
The pick of the pack
The crème de la crop
If you want me you beter do better than that tonight
Dainty hooves carried the chestnut vixen gracefully into the lands of claiming. Her delicate well curved tiara was thrust up and held high. Her dial had that strong curve that most Arabians possessed, hers was just unmistakable and more defined. Silky black locks drifted weightlessly upon the breeze as she moved forward at a lofty trot, banner carried extremely high and ebonite strands playing in the breeze. Her silken skin was shining and reflecting the sun’s generous rays which caressed her lovely curves. Bright optimistic mirrors beheld the land of the Windswept plains as it unfolded in its beauty before her. Around her auburn eyes were black circles, another trait of her pure and undiluted Arabian blood. Her maw as well was a shiny black with paper thin nostrils. Beneath her bright shiny pelt strong muscles moved fluidly, carrying her with utmost grace and striking elegance seen only in Arabians.
Harks were pricked up as high as they could, all my senses were on alert. Ginger mirrors scanned the land of claiming, taking note of all the flirting ladies and handsome stallions. Some ladies would strut their stuff like show dogs on a parade, others would stay beneath trees, giggling as a stallion looked their way. Excitement filled every inch of my bodice as adrenaline pulsed through my dainty body. I knew many of these equines who lived in the land of Imbros, that is the southern parts. Many faces were familiar as I politely nodded my tiara in greeting to them. Two words were more than enough to describe me: social butterfly. I practically lived on attention more than I did on grass. I strived under the attention of those I knew though; for when it came to strangers I was quite a bit wary. I stood at a humble 15.2 hands, my bodice exceedingly dainty and refined. The blood of the pure Arabian flowed through my veins, defining my delicate body in a way many femme’s could only wish to look. I threw my skull even higher as I lifted into an elegant buck. Elegant?? Oh yes, I could make even a buck look refined and beautiful. I threw my hinds up high and jumped into the air, an angelic nicker escaping my sweet maw. Barely a second later the whinney of a stallion came to my harks. In an instant I slid to a halt, tiara lifting extremely high, delicate eyes widening as my façade became a picture of concentration with a hint of fear. The grasses were extremely high this season, causing my eyesight to be hindered to a point. Frantically orbs darted from side to side as I sought out the creator of that call. I knew he was close. Muscles bunched, adrenaline now pumping frantically. Every little sound was of importance…
A sudden scatter and rustle within the grass resounded to my right and immediately I bolted, running with blind fright. I turned my tiara to look behind me, my first mistake… I could see nothing behind me and in the next few moments everything happened in a blur. My hooves struck something as instinct took over. I could not lift my legs high enough in time though and soon found myself plunging head over heels, literally. I came to a sudden sliding stop, front hooves splayed out before me. I slowly came to as delicate eyes fluttered open. My head whipped around to stare at what had caused my fall. The expectant eyes of a stallion greeted me. I had fallen over HIM! I jumped up, my movements quick and fluid until I placed weight upon my right front fore. A sharp pain shot up my limb, followed by a sudden limp. I realized I could not stand on it and knew that it would be hard to escape if the need rose. I backed away a few feet, making sure to not put too much weight upon my limb. I kept my eyes upon he stallion in the grass. He looked to be of southern heritage though, but nonetheless he was still a stranger to me. I was now left at his mercy, let him decide what he wanted to do with me…
My voice now resounded, a small quiver in the lighter syllables though it still possessed the beauty that only an angel’s voice could,
“I am sorry, sir. I did not see you there…”
I did not know what else to say, and so only kept my mouth, awaiting a reply from him…
‘Cause some don’t have the patience
Some call me high maintenance
Buy you pay the bill
‘Cause that’s the deal
If you wanna ride
Just name your price
Don’t play cheap with your heart
Don’t make a bet
If you can’t write the check
For me, for me
‘Cause I can be bought but you’ll pay the cost
If you can afford me
Comments: ENJOY!
Signature?: Yes
300x150
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The secret avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi
Specific Artist?: Nope...
Text: Rhiannon
Quote: Hold me. Thrill me. Kiss me. Kill me.
Species: Horse
Age: 5 years
Gender: Mare
Breed: Pure Arabian
Colour: Dark chestnut
Physical Appearance: She has that typical dished face with very delicate, refined features.
Personality:
Images or References: www.sheridanpa.com.au/falame/arabian%20park%20faraz.JPG
www.pudgypony.com/paintings/paintchestrun.jpg
Image Ideas: Just a light hearted picture with rolling hills and lush grass. You know, that paradise image...
Example post with requested character:
Rhiannon
If you want me
I’m not a piece of ass
A one night stand
A storage shed
I think you better walk by tonight
Oh no
If you want me
Then stop begging
I don’t put out for charity
If you want me there’s no discount price
Tonight
If you want me
The cherry on top
The pick of the pack
The crème de la crop
If you want me you beter do better than that tonight
Dainty hooves carried the chestnut vixen gracefully into the lands of claiming. Her delicate well curved tiara was thrust up and held high. Her dial had that strong curve that most Arabians possessed, hers was just unmistakable and more defined. Silky black locks drifted weightlessly upon the breeze as she moved forward at a lofty trot, banner carried extremely high and ebonite strands playing in the breeze. Her silken skin was shining and reflecting the sun’s generous rays which caressed her lovely curves. Bright optimistic mirrors beheld the land of the Windswept plains as it unfolded in its beauty before her. Around her auburn eyes were black circles, another trait of her pure and undiluted Arabian blood. Her maw as well was a shiny black with paper thin nostrils. Beneath her bright shiny pelt strong muscles moved fluidly, carrying her with utmost grace and striking elegance seen only in Arabians.
Harks were pricked up as high as they could, all my senses were on alert. Ginger mirrors scanned the land of claiming, taking note of all the flirting ladies and handsome stallions. Some ladies would strut their stuff like show dogs on a parade, others would stay beneath trees, giggling as a stallion looked their way. Excitement filled every inch of my bodice as adrenaline pulsed through my dainty body. I knew many of these equines who lived in the land of Imbros, that is the southern parts. Many faces were familiar as I politely nodded my tiara in greeting to them. Two words were more than enough to describe me: social butterfly. I practically lived on attention more than I did on grass. I strived under the attention of those I knew though; for when it came to strangers I was quite a bit wary. I stood at a humble 15.2 hands, my bodice exceedingly dainty and refined. The blood of the pure Arabian flowed through my veins, defining my delicate body in a way many femme’s could only wish to look. I threw my skull even higher as I lifted into an elegant buck. Elegant?? Oh yes, I could make even a buck look refined and beautiful. I threw my hinds up high and jumped into the air, an angelic nicker escaping my sweet maw. Barely a second later the whinney of a stallion came to my harks. In an instant I slid to a halt, tiara lifting extremely high, delicate eyes widening as my façade became a picture of concentration with a hint of fear. The grasses were extremely high this season, causing my eyesight to be hindered to a point. Frantically orbs darted from side to side as I sought out the creator of that call. I knew he was close. Muscles bunched, adrenaline now pumping frantically. Every little sound was of importance…
A sudden scatter and rustle within the grass resounded to my right and immediately I bolted, running with blind fright. I turned my tiara to look behind me, my first mistake… I could see nothing behind me and in the next few moments everything happened in a blur. My hooves struck something as instinct took over. I could not lift my legs high enough in time though and soon found myself plunging head over heels, literally. I came to a sudden sliding stop, front hooves splayed out before me. I slowly came to as delicate eyes fluttered open. My head whipped around to stare at what had caused my fall. The expectant eyes of a stallion greeted me. I had fallen over HIM! I jumped up, my movements quick and fluid until I placed weight upon my right front fore. A sharp pain shot up my limb, followed by a sudden limp. I realized I could not stand on it and knew that it would be hard to escape if the need rose. I backed away a few feet, making sure to not put too much weight upon my limb. I kept my eyes upon he stallion in the grass. He looked to be of southern heritage though, but nonetheless he was still a stranger to me. I was now left at his mercy, let him decide what he wanted to do with me…
My voice now resounded, a small quiver in the lighter syllables though it still possessed the beauty that only an angel’s voice could,
“I am sorry, sir. I did not see you there…”
I did not know what else to say, and so only kept my mouth, awaiting a reply from him…
‘Cause some don’t have the patience
Some call me high maintenance
Buy you pay the bill
‘Cause that’s the deal
If you wanna ride
Just name your price
Don’t play cheap with your heart
Don’t make a bet
If you can’t write the check
For me, for me
‘Cause I can be bought but you’ll pay the cost
If you can afford me
Comments: ENJOY!
Signature?: Yes
300x150
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The secret avatraiv3.proboards.com/index.cgi
Specific Artist?: Nope...
