Post by XxForbiddenxX on Jul 13, 2008 22:24:55 GMT -5
(As long as you don't mind Wess, I'll just use her bio.)
give me a name;
Forbidden
give me something easy;
None
give me a purpose;
Dove
and give me blood;
Thoroughbred Cross
give me a reason;
Light
give me the time;
3 1/2
give me form;
Hers is a nondescript appearance. She is leggy and long like a Thoroughbred but slender and lean like something else- the mingling of such blood has created a 15.2 hand high wrench. When others speak of black, I'm guessing that you'd think of brilliant ebony and jet black midnight, right? Forbidden is nothin' like that. Her onyx is dark but with bright smoky patches, almost like a paint. Like her dam, Forbidden has a fleck of frost across her velvet, and a short Ivory sock on her left front pillar. Showing off her wonderful lineage, her tassels match her peltry wonderful. A deep raven, with the feeling of night. With sparkling sapphire orbs to pierce your soul. Watch out, she's a stunning vixen.
give me a heart;
Forbidden is on the deep side of Lights, with a quiet, pessimistic outlook. She's withdrawn from the rest of her kind, keeping mostly to herself and her own thoughts. But she has a spark, that if you put the kindling under. You're in trouble! When set off she can become very domineering, and indignant. But mostly she can regain her harmonious shield, but what a shield.
memories;
As a young juvenile a brujo had fought with her sire over her mother, bringing the end to her connection with her father. Then this odd stag had driven her out, after her mother had saved her life from him countless times. After several months wandering, trying as hard as she could to survive, she was captured by a darq stallion. She spent most of her short life in his captivity, being tormented at a young age. And that is where her flaming temper got her into so much trouble. As a flicka she had been very high-strung with lots of energy, and her famous temper. But after being "broken in" by this darq brute, she became quite and with-holding. No one is for sure how she escaped the stallion's hold, but she apparently manged it well.
.:Forbidden:.
The three beat rhythm of her trot thumped quietly into the ground. As she neared the Magical cove a slight feeling of nervousness washed over her. What was she doing here? Who did she think she was? No lowly mare like her deserved magical powers. 'Now stop thinking like that.' She commanded herself. 'You are to deserving of powers, and if she thinks not, then we'll show 'er.' That gave her a small feeling of courage. A small flicker of courage. As she entered the cove her trot slowed gracefully into a slow walk, looking around carefully. She parted her kissers and suddenly her voice left her. What should she say? She flipped her apex to clear her thinker and to find her words. "I Forbidden, call up Tsinga. I wish to have the privilege of speaking with you. I wish to gain magical powers, I have no preference." She hoped that would coax the mare from where ever she was out gazing at her. Her twin peaks pricked for any sound, and her orbs circled around her for any sign of moment. Every inch of her bod was tense. Waiting.[/color]
(I hope that's enough for you to work with!)
((Darn it looks short!))[/center]