Post by Fortuna on Dec 23, 2006 1:30:12 GMT -5
Name: Fortuna
Age: 2 months
Species: Plain horse
Gender: Filly
Appearance: See pic in siggy.
Sample Post:
(From another charrie... and a little more elaborate than I usually do...)
Ra steadily walked forward, not at all bothered by Chevalier's threats. He did not feel the need to trot, canter, gallop, rear, or show off. His power would be realized soon enough. Energy was precious in a fight. Instead, his head was held high and his tail lashed out behind him. He had heard the insults that Chevalier had foolishly shot at him, but they bounced away from him, evaporating into nothingness. He had to keep a cool head as much as possible in a battle. He regarded the arrogant white stallion calmly. So far Chevalier had not been able to waken Ra's infamous temper. No, Ra was not angry. He was contemptuous. The white stallion had missed his chance in regaining his land the easy way: showing Ra respect. Well, the battle should be naught but a trifle, there was a lot young Chevalier had yet to learn. One of which was humiliation, and he might have to pay a deadly price for his refusal to Ra's generous offer.
Patience is a virtue, young one, He remarked sweetly. Ra's words were accompanied by a misleadingly innocent smile, lopsided. He felt that it was not necessary to insult Chevalier just yet. It did not mean he was not going to. He held himself up in an expert way, drawn to his full height. His facade reflected tranquility... the calm before the tempest. However, his eyes burned fiery and determined, impatient. After a few minutes the veneer faded and he stamped the ground in challenge, lifting his head to let loose a deafening trumpet that pierced the quiet air.
Chevalier was younger than Ra. Another words, Chevalier did not seem to be as wise or experienced, as how easily Ra had outwitted him before goes to show. This 'noble' stallion had indeed attempted to mimic his own actions, by stealing. Chevalier's youth did not mean that he had any more zeal or energy. Ra was not old enough to feel the least bit bogged down by age. His core burned with as much fire as ever. A couple more years of experience always could help.
The sun shone off Ra's radiant coat, lending it an almost otherworldly glow. His eyes glared with power and readiness. Self confidence was an important part of a fight. It gave him the aura of power that helped make enemies falter, the assurance that made the opponent wonder if he, or she, had just messed up badly. The assurance that told him exactly what to do for each move. Purpose was his every breath.
Past:
Though young, little Fortuna has experienced far more than her share of woe. She was born in a happy enough herd, and for the first few weeks of life, nothing could have been more normal in a filly’s life. She had already found friends and learned all about the strange world and its workings.
Disaster struck at three weeks of age. Roaring metal objects bore down on the herd like buzzards over prey, spooking the group into a frenzied gallop. Fortuna struggled to keep up, but she did not yet possess quite the endurance… and she began to lag behind. Her dam slowed with her until they were walking through the thick dusts stirred up by the ensuing chaos. One of the frightening crafts hovered over them for a moment, shooting bullets into the ground surrounding the two equines. While it served to further terrify the two, they did not continue on after the herd. Eventually the great shiny object left them to their own, focusing instead on the larger portion of the herd.
Fortuna’s dam led them away from the place, and she kept going, never stopping. For days they walked… these days turning eventually into weeks. And all the time, her dam spoke to her, teaching her words and survival. She learned what herbs to eat for different ailments, and how to tell which of the many scents that drifted on the winds were dangerous.
Weeks continued their sluggish passing, until her dam stepped into a trap unawares. The huge metal jaws snapped shut over her leg, breaking it. Fortuna was frightened more than ever, unsure of what to do. She remained by her dam’s side, occasionally taking a few short drinks of milk. As evening fell, the sickeningly familiar sound of an engine neared. Fortuna’s dam chastened her away, but the filly would not leave entirely. Instead, she lingered just out of sight.
A strange boxy thing on wheels pulled up and an even stranger creature stepped out of it. He scowled, pointing a long black tube at the mother mare. ”d**n creature messed up my chances of getting’ something of value.” The creature muttered roughly before his tube exploded with an ear-splitting bang. Birds took to the skies in fright as the mare’s body crumpled to the ground. The filly had already taken flight, scared mindless by the sound that the gunshot had made.
Age: 2 months
Species: Plain horse
Gender: Filly
Appearance: See pic in siggy.
Sample Post:
(From another charrie... and a little more elaborate than I usually do...)
Honor is the folly of a fool.
I am not restrained by such bonds.
Respect is something different
I respect those who deserve it.
I am not restrained by such bonds.
Respect is something different
I respect those who deserve it.
Ra steadily walked forward, not at all bothered by Chevalier's threats. He did not feel the need to trot, canter, gallop, rear, or show off. His power would be realized soon enough. Energy was precious in a fight. Instead, his head was held high and his tail lashed out behind him. He had heard the insults that Chevalier had foolishly shot at him, but they bounced away from him, evaporating into nothingness. He had to keep a cool head as much as possible in a battle. He regarded the arrogant white stallion calmly. So far Chevalier had not been able to waken Ra's infamous temper. No, Ra was not angry. He was contemptuous. The white stallion had missed his chance in regaining his land the easy way: showing Ra respect. Well, the battle should be naught but a trifle, there was a lot young Chevalier had yet to learn. One of which was humiliation, and he might have to pay a deadly price for his refusal to Ra's generous offer.
The beginning makes no difference.
The end awaits with answers.
The end awaits with answers.
Patience is a virtue, young one, He remarked sweetly. Ra's words were accompanied by a misleadingly innocent smile, lopsided. He felt that it was not necessary to insult Chevalier just yet. It did not mean he was not going to. He held himself up in an expert way, drawn to his full height. His facade reflected tranquility... the calm before the tempest. However, his eyes burned fiery and determined, impatient. After a few minutes the veneer faded and he stamped the ground in challenge, lifting his head to let loose a deafening trumpet that pierced the quiet air.
Turn back if you wish.
Continue if you dare.
Continue if you dare.
Chevalier was younger than Ra. Another words, Chevalier did not seem to be as wise or experienced, as how easily Ra had outwitted him before goes to show. This 'noble' stallion had indeed attempted to mimic his own actions, by stealing. Chevalier's youth did not mean that he had any more zeal or energy. Ra was not old enough to feel the least bit bogged down by age. His core burned with as much fire as ever. A couple more years of experience always could help.
You honor.
I am honored.
Kings bow to gods.
Gods bow to no one.
I am honored.
Kings bow to gods.
Gods bow to no one.
The sun shone off Ra's radiant coat, lending it an almost otherworldly glow. His eyes glared with power and readiness. Self confidence was an important part of a fight. It gave him the aura of power that helped make enemies falter, the assurance that made the opponent wonder if he, or she, had just messed up badly. The assurance that told him exactly what to do for each move. Purpose was his every breath.
I am ready.
Past:
Though young, little Fortuna has experienced far more than her share of woe. She was born in a happy enough herd, and for the first few weeks of life, nothing could have been more normal in a filly’s life. She had already found friends and learned all about the strange world and its workings.
Disaster struck at three weeks of age. Roaring metal objects bore down on the herd like buzzards over prey, spooking the group into a frenzied gallop. Fortuna struggled to keep up, but she did not yet possess quite the endurance… and she began to lag behind. Her dam slowed with her until they were walking through the thick dusts stirred up by the ensuing chaos. One of the frightening crafts hovered over them for a moment, shooting bullets into the ground surrounding the two equines. While it served to further terrify the two, they did not continue on after the herd. Eventually the great shiny object left them to their own, focusing instead on the larger portion of the herd.
Fortuna’s dam led them away from the place, and she kept going, never stopping. For days they walked… these days turning eventually into weeks. And all the time, her dam spoke to her, teaching her words and survival. She learned what herbs to eat for different ailments, and how to tell which of the many scents that drifted on the winds were dangerous.
Weeks continued their sluggish passing, until her dam stepped into a trap unawares. The huge metal jaws snapped shut over her leg, breaking it. Fortuna was frightened more than ever, unsure of what to do. She remained by her dam’s side, occasionally taking a few short drinks of milk. As evening fell, the sickeningly familiar sound of an engine neared. Fortuna’s dam chastened her away, but the filly would not leave entirely. Instead, she lingered just out of sight.
A strange boxy thing on wheels pulled up and an even stranger creature stepped out of it. He scowled, pointing a long black tube at the mother mare. ”d**n creature messed up my chances of getting’ something of value.” The creature muttered roughly before his tube exploded with an ear-splitting bang. Birds took to the skies in fright as the mare’s body crumpled to the ground. The filly had already taken flight, scared mindless by the sound that the gunshot had made.