Name: Cearace
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Unknown
Personality: She's quiet and she likes to sit around more than run around. She's pretty smart for someone her age. she thinks alot.
Sample Post:The grey moon shown brightly behind slate clouds, rolling silently above a silhouette's form, racing through t he pines. An atramentous tassle waved in the air. The cross was bulky, and muscular for her age, which w as approximately five years. She had an iridescent star smackdab on ehr forhead, though it was hidden behind a black forelock, clinging hopelessly to her forehead. A mere silhouette, racing against the clock, as she cornered the land called haunted Pines. And, just to answer your question: no, she was definately NOT looking for pirnce charming, nope; sorry gals, but, she wasn't, and never would.
No, the fem was searching for that brute she met, and she had recalled his name.. Forgotten Tears. she smirked, and it was too stubborn to slide off her mugg. She had tracked down his scent, though faint, to h is homelands. She held her dome high, ribbons flying back, her contour stretcvhing to keep it high and proud. Orbics scanned the forest, her narettes sampling the air around her audicals straining to listen. She saw nothing, smelt nothing (but the pines) and hear nothing. The place seemed abandoned. A whip-like tail swatted the air carelessly, and she tossed her linins about as she ran. They flew crazily into her face, before being pulled gently back by the soft hands of the wind. She kept alert, not minding the chilly wind freezing her sweaty bodice.
Who is this, you ask? Why, the only Athemina around. She was the color of charcoal, and held a snowy-white star on her forehead. She was bulky, and muscular, but also built for speed and grace. Pfft, she had no grace! Well, maybe she had a tad, but she really didn't care about it much. She just loved to run and see everyone turn their heads to gaze at her pass by. But, tonight, no one was watching but t he moon's jolly face, which wasn't good enough f or her. She needed attention, craved it, fed off it. She smirked again, before speeding on, her timbers rather weak f rom all her traveling, but, it would all be well-worth the wait.
See, she had been at t he claiming grounds, when an unworthy-looking brute had come along, trying to b ribe her into h is hands, his care. She snorted just at his thought. Like she'd ever go with him! But, then a true darek brute came along, and that had been Forgotten Tears. She toyed with him, played ehr game. He was the one! But, oddly enough, she never found the handsome one again. She was on ehr quest, to find him, and this was only phase one. It'd be a disappointment, she thought, if phase one is the one and only phase I do.. She snorted, hoping it wasn't. She sped forward, not wasting anytime, not at all. She would die trying to find him. She just wanted his answer!
She heaved, narettes trying to take and give a breath. She met the core of the terrain, and began to slow down, her pedestals now just dancing in the emerald blades, swimming in pale moonlight. She splashed into the lake, her hooves kicking as they let her float. She swam to the shallow end, and rolled in t he mud and water, before getting t o her feet, the next breeze freezing. She tossed her dreads, before rearing, her visage bobbing up and down, a scream errupting from deep in her gullet. Her hoofs flailed in the air, and she landed with a dull thud.
"Come forth, Tears! You have business to attend to!"
Come out, come out, wherever you are, Satan seemed to hiss.
Cearace
