Post by ~¤*Claire*¤~ on Aug 14, 2007 22:24:51 GMT -5
Username: Claire
Age: -~-~-~-~-~-~-
How long have you been role playing? Not very long, 4 months about
Do you request a certain teacher? Not really, just someone who can help me improve my horse role playing skills.
How did you find us? I found it in the Cbox of Wild Equines.
Have you ever taught someone else how to role play? No
Example Post:
The golden bay filly walked onto this land, her paces dragging throught the rich grass. Her body was sore from walking all day, trying to find somewhere to spend the night. Her once glistening coat was now dull and lifeless. Her pools of deep brown were now worn out, like coal. Her usually bright soul, was now broken and weak, nothing looked bright, except the sun glistening off the waterfall that was in front of her.
It had been 7 days, a week since she tasted the warm milk of her mother. it has been a week sense she felt her mother muzzle lie across her back, making her insides glow. Now, her mother was half devored by wolves, leaving this 3 month old filly to live on her own. She dragged her body which all of he ribs stuck out from, lke black would against white canvas, over next to the waterfall. She streched her neck out lmbly and took a long sip of water, it rushing down her parched and dry throat.
Yet, her stomach moaned for the sweet milk the fillies mother once gave. She had seetled for libbing through grtass with her growing in teeth. Before, she was unable to rip it, as it wa long, course, dry and practically untearable.
This grass was green, lush, and healthy. She lipped over it, pulling up the grass. She savored the fresh taste of it. She ate some, but her mother had taught her well. She was not used to such grass, she was not used to grass at all actually. She knew she would get sick and her feet would be sore from such grass. So she only ate a little for now, trying to get used to it.
It was not grass, milk, or water she wanted right now. She wanted her mother ever so badly.
She began to drift off into sleep, her dream was horrible. It wasn't really a dream though, it was a memory, a nightmare. She quivered as she slept, from nothing but the fear inside her.
It was rainy, the dark night was enough, but now she couldn't see a thing. The ran pored down ever soo hard, leaving her drenched. The dark bay figure beside her whispered into her ear.
Stay near me, Myth, something isn't right
The words her mother had whispered were right, terribly right. She casted fearful glances around. Something caught her deep pools of brown. There were 3 dark gray figure coming closer to her and her mother. One was growling deeply, one just stayed unoticed in the shadows, and another growled with the first one. The quiet one lunged forward, it's teeth digging into her mother dark auburn pelt. Crimson liquid dribbled from the wound. She did not have time to tell what was happening. The two other wolves lunged forward, both lunging upon her mother. The first one though, saw the other piece of meat. It's grip on her mother loosened. The second dog did the same, while the 3rd remained by her mother. They charged at her, She freaked, and galloped, her little onyx daggers pounding into the dark brown earth. The gray dog like creatures expected that though. They lunged upon her. Her mother screamed in fright, her hooves smashed into the 3rd ones skull, crushing it, along with the wolve's life. She could not understand how she did not die. The 2 other wolves teeth were deep in her skin. The sharp pain was immense. Then, her eye caught her mother, towering over her and the wolves. She said, her voice no longer quiet or sweet
Get away from here, don't look back, nor slow down, just keep galloping. I love you, my Mythical Breeze, I love you more than life, and that is why I am doing this
Her dark bay mother kicked the other two wolves. At that time, Mythical Breeze knew not that those would be the last sweet words her moher would ever speak, to her, or to anyone. Her eyes glistened with tears, she knew not what was going on, but she didn't like it. She galloped away, she always obeyed her mother. She didn't want to leave, her mother was right behind her. Suddenly, she didn't listen, she would not leave her mother. She stoppped and looked back at her mother and whinnyed for her to come. Her mother looked over the 3 motionless wolves, all was better. Her mother's dark hoof lifted up and landed, one more pace ahead. She continued towards her filly. Suddenly, 10 more wolves, half the pack, sprang upon her mother.
Mythical Breeze did not know what to do. She just watched, though later she wish she had ran away like her mother had commanded her to do. She knew death would surrond her if she tried to fight the wolves of her mother. She was frozen with fear, and could not leave. The wolves dug into her mother, blood covered the grass surronding[ the attack sight. Squels of pain echoed from her mother's muzzle. She would never forget it. The look of fear and desperation that lingered in her mother's deep brown eyes. One wolf lunged at her. She let a hoof drive into his skull, killing him almost instantley. She store at what she had done, she killed the wolf, just like his pack memebers were doing to her beloved mother.
She continued to watch, she was still frozen with fear. Her mother's frame collapsed. The wolves dug in on her still alive mother. The pain of her mother was unbearable. Her mother's eyes grew dull, the spark worn out. Her mother was gone, forever. She would never be able to talk, feel, or listen to her mother ever again. What filled her mind was the visions of her mother's fearful eye. 2 wolves lunged out at her. That did it. She wirled away, her long stides did nopt allow the wolves to gain on her. She ran a long way, she was running away from death, her dead mother, and the killer wolves. She left behind her mother, her mother's eyes haunted her forever though.
Suddenly, the filly awoke. Her hide was drenched in nervous sweat. Her mother's eyes still lingered in her mind. Dreaming it was even worse than living it. She let out a nicker, she needed someone to be by her now. The fillies name Was Mythical Breeze, yet today, there was no breeze. It was lost, just like the fillies soul, heart, and mother.
[/center][/color]It had been 7 days, a week since she tasted the warm milk of her mother. it has been a week sense she felt her mother muzzle lie across her back, making her insides glow. Now, her mother was half devored by wolves, leaving this 3 month old filly to live on her own. She dragged her body which all of he ribs stuck out from, lke black would against white canvas, over next to the waterfall. She streched her neck out lmbly and took a long sip of water, it rushing down her parched and dry throat.
Yet, her stomach moaned for the sweet milk the fillies mother once gave. She had seetled for libbing through grtass with her growing in teeth. Before, she was unable to rip it, as it wa long, course, dry and practically untearable.
This grass was green, lush, and healthy. She lipped over it, pulling up the grass. She savored the fresh taste of it. She ate some, but her mother had taught her well. She was not used to such grass, she was not used to grass at all actually. She knew she would get sick and her feet would be sore from such grass. So she only ate a little for now, trying to get used to it.
It was not grass, milk, or water she wanted right now. She wanted her mother ever so badly.
She began to drift off into sleep, her dream was horrible. It wasn't really a dream though, it was a memory, a nightmare. She quivered as she slept, from nothing but the fear inside her.
It was rainy, the dark night was enough, but now she couldn't see a thing. The ran pored down ever soo hard, leaving her drenched. The dark bay figure beside her whispered into her ear.
Stay near me, Myth, something isn't right
The words her mother had whispered were right, terribly right. She casted fearful glances around. Something caught her deep pools of brown. There were 3 dark gray figure coming closer to her and her mother. One was growling deeply, one just stayed unoticed in the shadows, and another growled with the first one. The quiet one lunged forward, it's teeth digging into her mother dark auburn pelt. Crimson liquid dribbled from the wound. She did not have time to tell what was happening. The two other wolves lunged forward, both lunging upon her mother. The first one though, saw the other piece of meat. It's grip on her mother loosened. The second dog did the same, while the 3rd remained by her mother. They charged at her, She freaked, and galloped, her little onyx daggers pounding into the dark brown earth. The gray dog like creatures expected that though. They lunged upon her. Her mother screamed in fright, her hooves smashed into the 3rd ones skull, crushing it, along with the wolve's life. She could not understand how she did not die. The 2 other wolves teeth were deep in her skin. The sharp pain was immense. Then, her eye caught her mother, towering over her and the wolves. She said, her voice no longer quiet or sweet
Get away from here, don't look back, nor slow down, just keep galloping. I love you, my Mythical Breeze, I love you more than life, and that is why I am doing this
Her dark bay mother kicked the other two wolves. At that time, Mythical Breeze knew not that those would be the last sweet words her moher would ever speak, to her, or to anyone. Her eyes glistened with tears, she knew not what was going on, but she didn't like it. She galloped away, she always obeyed her mother. She didn't want to leave, her mother was right behind her. Suddenly, she didn't listen, she would not leave her mother. She stoppped and looked back at her mother and whinnyed for her to come. Her mother looked over the 3 motionless wolves, all was better. Her mother's dark hoof lifted up and landed, one more pace ahead. She continued towards her filly. Suddenly, 10 more wolves, half the pack, sprang upon her mother.
Mythical Breeze did not know what to do. She just watched, though later she wish she had ran away like her mother had commanded her to do. She knew death would surrond her if she tried to fight the wolves of her mother. She was frozen with fear, and could not leave. The wolves dug into her mother, blood covered the grass surronding[ the attack sight. Squels of pain echoed from her mother's muzzle. She would never forget it. The look of fear and desperation that lingered in her mother's deep brown eyes. One wolf lunged at her. She let a hoof drive into his skull, killing him almost instantley. She store at what she had done, she killed the wolf, just like his pack memebers were doing to her beloved mother.
She continued to watch, she was still frozen with fear. Her mother's frame collapsed. The wolves dug in on her still alive mother. The pain of her mother was unbearable. Her mother's eyes grew dull, the spark worn out. Her mother was gone, forever. She would never be able to talk, feel, or listen to her mother ever again. What filled her mind was the visions of her mother's fearful eye. 2 wolves lunged out at her. That did it. She wirled away, her long stides did nopt allow the wolves to gain on her. She ran a long way, she was running away from death, her dead mother, and the killer wolves. She left behind her mother, her mother's eyes haunted her forever though.
Suddenly, the filly awoke. Her hide was drenched in nervous sweat. Her mother's eyes still lingered in her mind. Dreaming it was even worse than living it. She let out a nicker, she needed someone to be by her now. The fillies name Was Mythical Breeze, yet today, there was no breeze. It was lost, just like the fillies soul, heart, and mother.