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Post by Prism on Jan 21, 2007 19:03:55 GMT -5
Prism 7
Stallion
Pearl and rusty spots upon his thighs A really light hazel burns into your own trembling body like two white marbles
Scars line his body with an occassional occurance, the majority of the population resides on his face, marring it into a mess of features, too abnormal for anyone to say it was normal. Mangled and deranged, he's a mess of a figure, an image anyone with the steadiset of stomachs would lurch at. A twisted smile is a mark that seems to be as perminent as the sky, for he seems to find everything entertaining...death, pain, blood, screams...the look on your face as you read this very description of his very own soul. His existance is nothing but a blip of his past, twisted and menacing...
16.2hh
QH/TB/Appaloosa/?
Darkness has claimed him
Look to the south (signature)
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Post by *~Awaiting Death~* on Jan 21, 2007 19:45:25 GMT -5
Accepted!
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Post by Prism on Jan 21, 2007 19:48:42 GMT -5
yay thankies!
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