Post by Ember on Oct 30, 2005 9:29:59 GMT -5
ooc: ok guys, when the game first started off, Ember was Scion's brother (Scion was the lead stallion of Sciro's Spawn). But now that the game has restarted, I've decided to change Ember around a bit, and now she is just a regular arab. So she is up for claimance heh, just wanted to let yall know 
bic: Rain flooded the ground beneath her daggers, large puddles stepped upon, wet cool drops of dew stuck to her bay coat. She was soaked to the core, the constant winds of the heavens above soaring next to her chilled hide, streaks of frigid bitter coldness ran throughout her bones. But yet it didn't show upon her face, her body, or even the way she walked onwards.. Why you may ask? It was her life. Always dampened by the thick wet rain covering her coat, the sun never revealing it self long enough to dry her hide.
Ember continued to walk endlessly until she had reached her destination, a top of a large rather steep hill. Why was her destination upon this rather empty hill? Well why not? She had no where to go, not that she minded. She hadn't had a place to go to since she was three, a long year ago. Now she had stumbled across this small terra, but it was deserted from the storm bruelling behind her.
No mares were to be seen, no stallions for that fact either. Good.. Just as I like.. Ember snickered to herself. Lightning lit the sky behind her, thunder slapping the sky. The wind gathered in intensity, the rain starting her hit her rough hide sharper.. The storm was approaching.
Ember's icy orbs searched the deserted plain, her sight revealing nothing about the terra. Her auds were at rest, the contsant thunder not seeming to bother the fea. They were neither pinned nor perked, just rested for now until a need of hearing approached. Though Ember was skeptical of the need, for what brute would travel to a claiming field at wretched times as these?
bic: Rain flooded the ground beneath her daggers, large puddles stepped upon, wet cool drops of dew stuck to her bay coat. She was soaked to the core, the constant winds of the heavens above soaring next to her chilled hide, streaks of frigid bitter coldness ran throughout her bones. But yet it didn't show upon her face, her body, or even the way she walked onwards.. Why you may ask? It was her life. Always dampened by the thick wet rain covering her coat, the sun never revealing it self long enough to dry her hide.
Ember continued to walk endlessly until she had reached her destination, a top of a large rather steep hill. Why was her destination upon this rather empty hill? Well why not? She had no where to go, not that she minded. She hadn't had a place to go to since she was three, a long year ago. Now she had stumbled across this small terra, but it was deserted from the storm bruelling behind her.
No mares were to be seen, no stallions for that fact either. Good.. Just as I like.. Ember snickered to herself. Lightning lit the sky behind her, thunder slapping the sky. The wind gathered in intensity, the rain starting her hit her rough hide sharper.. The storm was approaching.
Ember's icy orbs searched the deserted plain, her sight revealing nothing about the terra. Her auds were at rest, the contsant thunder not seeming to bother the fea. They were neither pinned nor perked, just rested for now until a need of hearing approached. Though Ember was skeptical of the need, for what brute would travel to a claiming field at wretched times as these?
