Coming Here..

[Myth :]]

A painted stag made his way through the swamps, the masrsh and shook all the grasses, sticking to his hind pistons like leeches on a blistering summer afternoon. He was here, for a single purpose, not to waste his time with the foolish colts, but to find mares He was all stallion. Mares, what else? He knew others may have looked at him, as foolish yet he cared little for them. His auds flickered to his skull, and yet his auds caught sound of shuffling. The daggers of another brute came into the spotlight of the sun.. Hollywood pinned his harks, showing his aggression towards his foolish adversary. The beast, whinnied at him and continuned his march, the beast's carcass was dun, buckskin. Yet, hollywood bellowed to his enemy, just yards away from him. LEAVE, I HAVE COME BEFORE YOU! his dreads over his pools like drapes, he kicked with his back pistons, showing his aggression and power, without a word, the brute of the buckskin carcass turned and galloped.. the coward he seemed to be. ALL FEMMES, PLEASE COME FOR I AM CLAIMING



The Enemy

[Lorrinda Pine<3]

Occ Me post.I have a mare for both stallions.


I am a buskin QH mare with a heart of a neutral.But soon I will choose witch elemnt of allince I will choose.I then go into a canter with my black mane,tail flowwing with the wind that is blowing North.I do a loud whinny as I see two brutes fighting.I then snort.As I head to the dirty colored Buckskin.I do a soft whinny to him as I gently nuzzled his side.I'm named Revenged

I am a mare of a buckskin paint.I am a dark heart of the allince.I then wave my cranium back and forth.I then see two stallions fight.It then rear letting out a screaming squeel.I the bare my teeth at the painted brute.I then trot away from him.I am named Silver Bullet.

[Myth :]]

OOC- I once rode a roller coaster named Silver Bullet, it is fun ^.^


He came back, the buckskin hued beast emerged from the shadows.. his eyes were as sharp as the rocks themselves. For this, was racing rampage.. and he called forth a challenge, to race for these present vixens. The piebald bronc tossed his crania savagely in approval, he would dash across these canyons, for he knew his chances were on his side, but little did he know of this stag's past, or if he ever once raced against other equines..