Post by .:Dark Angel:.:Sissy:. on Mar 6, 2006 22:30:53 GMT -5
The suns light shown high in the deep azul sky. flawless flufs of cloud spotting it's perfect surface every now and then. By the lake a soft breeze blew. It rippled the water ever so gently, and the crystal springs shimmered. Emerald blades glinted and swayed on this amazing spring day. Standing off further, alittle ways off from the lake, stood the sun-kissed hess. Her golden bodice sparkled wiht health and beauty, and her creamello tresses lay neatly on her golden shoulder, as if a veil over the sun.
A filly of speed and agility Sissy stood 14.1hh, with a dial carved of ice it appeared as it was so well chiseled showing off the Arabian linage that flowed boldly through her veins. Though not in any way well known, Sissy often made friends. For she was not at all in anyway dark. Sissy was a light, and treated all with respect, thoguh she did yearn for love. Though not from just anyone. For Sissy was young still, and Nieve. Then again when left to fend for herself at the age of 8 months. With the help of her Aunt she had survived, but at last her aunt was old and had passed away a month ago. Since then the golden kissed mare has wandered the lands looking for Love in all or most of the wrong places.
Twice now Sissy had nearly fallen into dark hands, Once to a colt named Assasinated Storm, and once to Twister. Both times thoguh an old friend had helped. Her. Or had he been more than that? Trace was an old friend. One she had known since birth, and he had cared for her. But Sissy hadn't really felt the same for him.
Now the palomino vix stood silently nibbleing the tender greens. Not really hungry, but more bored and looking for somethign to do. Her elegant golden head lifted into the air taking in the new scents brought from further away by the slight breeze. She felt the compelling urge to run. As if willed to by the winds... testing her. Yet sissy stood quietly. Letting the soft tendrils of flaxen banner curl gently around her hocks.
{{Sorry for such a long post, but i figured i shoudl give some back-up on her. lol By the way i changed her age. Shes a year and 3 months old now.}}
A filly of speed and agility Sissy stood 14.1hh, with a dial carved of ice it appeared as it was so well chiseled showing off the Arabian linage that flowed boldly through her veins. Though not in any way well known, Sissy often made friends. For she was not at all in anyway dark. Sissy was a light, and treated all with respect, thoguh she did yearn for love. Though not from just anyone. For Sissy was young still, and Nieve. Then again when left to fend for herself at the age of 8 months. With the help of her Aunt she had survived, but at last her aunt was old and had passed away a month ago. Since then the golden kissed mare has wandered the lands looking for Love in all or most of the wrong places.
Twice now Sissy had nearly fallen into dark hands, Once to a colt named Assasinated Storm, and once to Twister. Both times thoguh an old friend had helped. Her. Or had he been more than that? Trace was an old friend. One she had known since birth, and he had cared for her. But Sissy hadn't really felt the same for him.
Now the palomino vix stood silently nibbleing the tender greens. Not really hungry, but more bored and looking for somethign to do. Her elegant golden head lifted into the air taking in the new scents brought from further away by the slight breeze. She felt the compelling urge to run. As if willed to by the winds... testing her. Yet sissy stood quietly. Letting the soft tendrils of flaxen banner curl gently around her hocks.
{{Sorry for such a long post, but i figured i shoudl give some back-up on her. lol By the way i changed her age. Shes a year and 3 months old now.}}
