snowy Yearling
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Joined: Sept 2006 Posts: 54 Karma: 0 |  | Quicksilver « Thread Started on May 21, 2007, 2:28pm » | |
ooc: I only used him once. Couldn't really develop him.
Christened » Quicksilver Friends Call Me » Quick Thy was Borne » Stallion Thy has Seen » 6 harsh winters Thy soul is » Tainted Shade » Paint Blood » Mustang Stance » Skeptical. Will ignore all those except the ones he is interested in. Not caring.
Faded Memories » He ignored him. Maybe he shouldn’t have. “I’ll get you,” was what was said to him. He snorted and kept patrolling. When he got back to his herd, he found his mate on the ground with a foot-long gash on the side of her neck. She couldn’t move. He kept looking, and found the mangled body of his foal in a heap just below a bush. Going back to his mate he heard her utter but one word. “Ghost.” The white stallion he had deceived had done this. He was on a hunt now: To find Ghost and kill him.
Example Post » He trotted in, his head low to the ground staring straight ahead. He needed his revenge, but how? He needed an alliance. Someone to join him in his hunt. Raising his head to the skies, he screeched a call. With a silver flash in his eyes, he stared about the landscape. He couldn’t wait. Quick reared up, his daggers sending the sand flying as his whole weight thudded to the earth beneath him. Stampeding back and forth, he whinnied. Each time, it took more and more breath out of his lungs. He slowed to a walk, panting heavily. Quicksilver rushed into the crashing waves, soaking his muzzle and forelock. What did he care? This is what he was born for. He reared again. Once…Twice…the third time was one too many. He fell over, wet sand clinging to his back. Meh, he thought. He spun around on his haunches, sparring with an invisible foe. You can run, he thought. But you can’t hide from me.
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