Post by sammie on Oct 28, 2006 22:35:56 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Tag: Phantom of The Opera
Allience: His mother was a pure belle, but she bred with a demonic stag, so he followed his sire going to the demonic side...yet he has some yearning to go to the pure sides
Blood: His father was an albino stag, about 17 hh, but his smaller mother was a dark, rich bay color..about 15.8 hh. He turned into a weird, attractive Paint
Winters:His life seems really long, but the hard truth is that he really just has survived 4, cold winters. Snow excites him, but he controls himself...
Molded: Naturally, HE is a stallion. His stallion nature is very rare though. He has never created a foal before....he is a four year old, but no special mare has come along.....yet
Sire: HIs sire was an attractive albino stag. He was 17 hh. His demonic tag was Phantom. He was more of a silvery white, but his orbs were a peircing blue.
Dam: His mother was a bit more calm and reasonable....she was a beautiful mare, a rich bay color. She is about 15.8 hh. Her tag was Opera, so naturally combining Phantom and Opera equals Phantom of the Opera. HIs mother cared for her son for a while...until the fire....
Hue: His father was an albino stag, about 17 hh, but his smaller mother was a dark, rich bay color..about 15.8 hh. His coat is a silvery, whitish with patches of dark rich bay. Most studs think he is ugly, but a lot of belles think he is surpirsingly attractive.
Tassle Hue: His banner is dark bay with small silver streaks. It is quite rich and beautiful. It is semi long, but also controlled. His banner on the other hand is outright BEAUTIFUL! It is a silver color with dark bay highlights. It is AMAZING!
Pillar Hue: Mostly his silver/bay painted color, but one is more silver than the others. His pillers are really strong, and he can gallop and jump really well.
Pools: HIs fathers orbs were light blue, but his mothers were a dark brown. His orbs became a light brown, cocoa color.
Battle Marks: LOng, gaping scar from his weithers to his shoulder. It is about 2 inches deep and about 12 inches long.
Build: He is about 15.9 hh. His back sort of slopes into his rump, but it is smooth and no backbone sticks out. HIs crown is a bit dished, for his mother was part arabian. His fathers sleekness certainly went to him. His tallness and natural beauty, he is certainly sleek!
Memory:
Operas Point of View
One day, I had walked deep into the forest. After three hours of labor, a tiny paint colt slipped out. He was beautiful. I was delighted. I had let out a tiny whinny of joy. I saw a HUGE stag come bounding in. It was the father. It looked at the small colt and nuzzled me. I snorted happily. I had looked at the colt and whispered,
Phantom of the Opera, welcome to the world, my little boy!
I stood up, shaking my frame of dried leaves and roots. I look at my colt as he watched me leave him. A tiny, pitiful sound escaped his vocals. I lick him clean and softly pull on his tail. I watch him attempt to stand...he falls on the ground. I help him again and he manages to keep his balence. I smile softly. I wait for him to drink. He does. I nuzzle his small rump and I know we have a perfect family....or so I thought.
1 AND A HALF YEARS LATER
I see my little colt, now a nearly fully grown stallion gallop around. He looks so happy. Wait a minute, I smelled something bad. Smoky. Then I saw it. HUGE flames comming from the center of the forest. My eyes turned white with fear. I scream for Phantom and Phantom of the Opera to come. They both come imediatly. I tried to stand, but my legs failed me. The flames came closer and a screamed,
Go one without me! Phantom, take care of our foal...go!
I see Phantom nip his foal away and the flames soon engulf my body....
Phantoms Point of Veiw
I was eating some fresh grass when I hear a small whinny. I knew it was my mate, Opera. I smile and return it with a tiny one of my own. I rear excitedly and gallop after the sound finally I reach the center of the forest and I see her. I see the colt and smile approvingly. I nuzzled Opera lovingly. I watch as Opera licked off our son. I watch him try to stand and listen to her voice, declaring his tag. Phantom of the Opera....perfect. I snort sadly as I see him fall. He finally stands up and I nuzzle him as he nurses. I nuzzle Opera and groom her mane.
I have a perfect life....a perfect mate, a perfect terra, a perfect herd, and now my perfect mate has givin me a perfect colt.
1 AND A HALF YEARS LATER
I am grazing soundly, watching my herd from a perch in the hills. I lower my head. Suddenly, my ears pricked foward. I smelted something weird...sort of a discusting thick smell. I shake my head as fear creeps up on me. Suddenly I hear an air peircing scream. I gallop to my mate and see it: FLAMES! Everywhere! Then i hear devastating words,
Go on without me, loves. Take care of each other. I love you both more than air.
I nuzzle her one last time and herd my son away. From a hil in the distance, away from the scary flames, I see then kill my mate....
3 MONTHS LATER
I hate everything. I wallow in my own misery. I can't bare to see my son now. I ignore him everywhere. I know it is cruel, but I can't help it.....One morning, i wake up to see he is gone...
Phantom of the Operas Point of View
I saw light! I hit grass. Everything is bright and light....I snort happily. I squel softly. I see my mother. I see her get up. Then I see my father starting at me. I nicker softly. Then he smiles. I see my mother high up and try to stand. My spindly legs don't support me though. I fall. Hard. I shake my head, and try to stand again. I make it. I see my mother and nuzzle her softly before nursing hungrily. Then I hear my dubbence for the first time-
Phantom of the Opera.
I like it. It suits me. I snort happily and know I have the best life of any colt alive!
1 AND A HALF YEARS LATER
I love to run! I chase lots of birds as my mother watches. She is lying down. I saw a HUGE log and cleared it happily. Suddenly, I heard a really loud sound. It is my mother calling me. I immediatly stop playing and gallop to her. When I arrive, my dad is already there. She looks to the fire and I gasp. I look to my mother, tears in her orbs. She tells us to leave her and I can't. My dad herds me away though. Later, I see the flames kill her.
*Sample Post: The stallion saw the brute first and his laser like eyes shot straight through him. He snorted at the mare. He could always fight. He loved killing. He thought feas were a waste of time. If they didn't grant the terra to him because he didn't have a mate, that was just silly!
"I am a true demonic horse, and love to kill. It is in my blood. I have no reason for a mate now, I might make a foal and keep it to help me keep the terra if you grant it to me. For now, I think it is unwise to get a mate. I haven't seen to my terra, or if you give it to me. If you don't give it to me because I don't have a mate, I think that is silly. But you are the bearer of these lands..."
The stallion flicked his tail, uninterested. If the mare killed him, fine. Only the dead have seen the end of war. He snorted again and forced himself to dip his dial to the belle. The horse looked around the lands again. He could always leave the lands if he had no luck. He must find a loyal friend. He must. His muscles rippled in the sunlight as he lowered his head. Then he snapped it upright. The belle just stood there, pawing the ground, making imprints. He raised his own fore hoof and slammed it into the ground, making his own print in the dirt. He stared the mare in the eyes. In her own way, she was charming. Just like Phantom was handsome. The beautiful belle charmed Phantom in a way he had never felt. He quickly looked away, not letting down his guard. The beautiful mare was charming Phantoms icy heart. He used to have a mate, but she broke his heart. He vowed never to have a mate again. He might break his promise. But wait, he stopped himself.
This mare might have a mate already! Then how stupid would you feel?
He chided himself. HE was acting stupid. Mares just broke stags hearts. The paint looked at the belle. She wouldn't like him. He was just a normal stag. He saw the other brute, nearly sleeping and managed to keep himself from rolling his orbs.
"I used to have a mate...she left me. So what if I don't have one...I MIGHT just MIGHT get another...maybe. The reason I want this terra is to find a home. To own something for the first time in my stupid life!"
HIs anger was rising, but he kicked himself, and he slowly, steadily calmed himself. He looked into the belles never ending orbs and made himself manage a half-hearted smile. He bowed again to the almost spirit horse and snorted at the other brute. The horse sighed, stretching his long fore legs. His small body was covered with scars, his father almost killed him one time when he struck out. Then there was the fight. It was a couple weeks after Phantoms mother had perished. Phantom (I) was pacing, nearly red with anger. He had been extremely touchy that day, so when the little colt asked his to play, Phantom had struck out at his own colt. He had hit him right across the face, and to this day he still has a scar right across his face. From his left eye to his nose lay the ugly scar. Whenever he thinks very hard about his lineage, the scar stings badly. It was stinging now. He shook his head to get rid of the pain and changed the subject in his mind.
OW!
He almost screamed out loud. A stupid bloodsucker fly was biting his rump. Soon he was surrounded. He kicked with one leg and twitched all over. Soon most of them left to torture another horse and just a couple on his legs still remained. He raised his leg to scare them off and they scattered. He was bleeding in some places from the flies biting him, and frowned. Phantom of the Opera raised his head so his ful paint coat could be shown off to the world.
And to the goddess in front of him.
He added silently to himself. He laughed to himself as well. Like a demonic goddess like her would ever fall for a brute like him. Scarred. He was somewhat shy, even a bit rude at times. She deserved an amazing horse. Something Phantom couldn't give. Unfortunately for him, she probably already had a mate. Unless he fought for her!
No, then she will hate me for fighting!
He taunted himself. What to do? Well, what she has to say next might imply something. So he would wait. He would just wait. His long plume lay flat on one side of his neck and flew back always in the winds. Then for his banner, it went far away from his dock and rump, like a true banner. If a stag could be beautiful, that would be the word to describe Phantom
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OOC: My example post may be confusing. It is from another site that i just wanted to copy. Trust me. I typed it up.
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Allience: His mother was a pure belle, but she bred with a demonic stag, so he followed his sire going to the demonic side...yet he has some yearning to go to the pure sides
Blood: His father was an albino stag, about 17 hh, but his smaller mother was a dark, rich bay color..about 15.8 hh. He turned into a weird, attractive Paint
Winters:His life seems really long, but the hard truth is that he really just has survived 4, cold winters. Snow excites him, but he controls himself...
Molded: Naturally, HE is a stallion. His stallion nature is very rare though. He has never created a foal before....he is a four year old, but no special mare has come along.....yet
Sire: HIs sire was an attractive albino stag. He was 17 hh. His demonic tag was Phantom. He was more of a silvery white, but his orbs were a peircing blue.
Dam: His mother was a bit more calm and reasonable....she was a beautiful mare, a rich bay color. She is about 15.8 hh. Her tag was Opera, so naturally combining Phantom and Opera equals Phantom of the Opera. HIs mother cared for her son for a while...until the fire....
Hue: His father was an albino stag, about 17 hh, but his smaller mother was a dark, rich bay color..about 15.8 hh. His coat is a silvery, whitish with patches of dark rich bay. Most studs think he is ugly, but a lot of belles think he is surpirsingly attractive.
Tassle Hue: His banner is dark bay with small silver streaks. It is quite rich and beautiful. It is semi long, but also controlled. His banner on the other hand is outright BEAUTIFUL! It is a silver color with dark bay highlights. It is AMAZING!
Pillar Hue: Mostly his silver/bay painted color, but one is more silver than the others. His pillers are really strong, and he can gallop and jump really well.
Pools: HIs fathers orbs were light blue, but his mothers were a dark brown. His orbs became a light brown, cocoa color.
Battle Marks: LOng, gaping scar from his weithers to his shoulder. It is about 2 inches deep and about 12 inches long.
Build: He is about 15.9 hh. His back sort of slopes into his rump, but it is smooth and no backbone sticks out. HIs crown is a bit dished, for his mother was part arabian. His fathers sleekness certainly went to him. His tallness and natural beauty, he is certainly sleek!
Memory:
Operas Point of View
One day, I had walked deep into the forest. After three hours of labor, a tiny paint colt slipped out. He was beautiful. I was delighted. I had let out a tiny whinny of joy. I saw a HUGE stag come bounding in. It was the father. It looked at the small colt and nuzzled me. I snorted happily. I had looked at the colt and whispered,
Phantom of the Opera, welcome to the world, my little boy!
I stood up, shaking my frame of dried leaves and roots. I look at my colt as he watched me leave him. A tiny, pitiful sound escaped his vocals. I lick him clean and softly pull on his tail. I watch him attempt to stand...he falls on the ground. I help him again and he manages to keep his balence. I smile softly. I wait for him to drink. He does. I nuzzle his small rump and I know we have a perfect family....or so I thought.
1 AND A HALF YEARS LATER
I see my little colt, now a nearly fully grown stallion gallop around. He looks so happy. Wait a minute, I smelled something bad. Smoky. Then I saw it. HUGE flames comming from the center of the forest. My eyes turned white with fear. I scream for Phantom and Phantom of the Opera to come. They both come imediatly. I tried to stand, but my legs failed me. The flames came closer and a screamed,
Go one without me! Phantom, take care of our foal...go!
I see Phantom nip his foal away and the flames soon engulf my body....
Phantoms Point of Veiw
I was eating some fresh grass when I hear a small whinny. I knew it was my mate, Opera. I smile and return it with a tiny one of my own. I rear excitedly and gallop after the sound finally I reach the center of the forest and I see her. I see the colt and smile approvingly. I nuzzled Opera lovingly. I watch as Opera licked off our son. I watch him try to stand and listen to her voice, declaring his tag. Phantom of the Opera....perfect. I snort sadly as I see him fall. He finally stands up and I nuzzle him as he nurses. I nuzzle Opera and groom her mane.
I have a perfect life....a perfect mate, a perfect terra, a perfect herd, and now my perfect mate has givin me a perfect colt.
1 AND A HALF YEARS LATER
I am grazing soundly, watching my herd from a perch in the hills. I lower my head. Suddenly, my ears pricked foward. I smelted something weird...sort of a discusting thick smell. I shake my head as fear creeps up on me. Suddenly I hear an air peircing scream. I gallop to my mate and see it: FLAMES! Everywhere! Then i hear devastating words,
Go on without me, loves. Take care of each other. I love you both more than air.
I nuzzle her one last time and herd my son away. From a hil in the distance, away from the scary flames, I see then kill my mate....
3 MONTHS LATER
I hate everything. I wallow in my own misery. I can't bare to see my son now. I ignore him everywhere. I know it is cruel, but I can't help it.....One morning, i wake up to see he is gone...
Phantom of the Operas Point of View
I saw light! I hit grass. Everything is bright and light....I snort happily. I squel softly. I see my mother. I see her get up. Then I see my father starting at me. I nicker softly. Then he smiles. I see my mother high up and try to stand. My spindly legs don't support me though. I fall. Hard. I shake my head, and try to stand again. I make it. I see my mother and nuzzle her softly before nursing hungrily. Then I hear my dubbence for the first time-
Phantom of the Opera.
I like it. It suits me. I snort happily and know I have the best life of any colt alive!
1 AND A HALF YEARS LATER
I love to run! I chase lots of birds as my mother watches. She is lying down. I saw a HUGE log and cleared it happily. Suddenly, I heard a really loud sound. It is my mother calling me. I immediatly stop playing and gallop to her. When I arrive, my dad is already there. She looks to the fire and I gasp. I look to my mother, tears in her orbs. She tells us to leave her and I can't. My dad herds me away though. Later, I see the flames kill her.
*Sample Post: The stallion saw the brute first and his laser like eyes shot straight through him. He snorted at the mare. He could always fight. He loved killing. He thought feas were a waste of time. If they didn't grant the terra to him because he didn't have a mate, that was just silly!
"I am a true demonic horse, and love to kill. It is in my blood. I have no reason for a mate now, I might make a foal and keep it to help me keep the terra if you grant it to me. For now, I think it is unwise to get a mate. I haven't seen to my terra, or if you give it to me. If you don't give it to me because I don't have a mate, I think that is silly. But you are the bearer of these lands..."
The stallion flicked his tail, uninterested. If the mare killed him, fine. Only the dead have seen the end of war. He snorted again and forced himself to dip his dial to the belle. The horse looked around the lands again. He could always leave the lands if he had no luck. He must find a loyal friend. He must. His muscles rippled in the sunlight as he lowered his head. Then he snapped it upright. The belle just stood there, pawing the ground, making imprints. He raised his own fore hoof and slammed it into the ground, making his own print in the dirt. He stared the mare in the eyes. In her own way, she was charming. Just like Phantom was handsome. The beautiful belle charmed Phantom in a way he had never felt. He quickly looked away, not letting down his guard. The beautiful mare was charming Phantoms icy heart. He used to have a mate, but she broke his heart. He vowed never to have a mate again. He might break his promise. But wait, he stopped himself.
This mare might have a mate already! Then how stupid would you feel?
He chided himself. HE was acting stupid. Mares just broke stags hearts. The paint looked at the belle. She wouldn't like him. He was just a normal stag. He saw the other brute, nearly sleeping and managed to keep himself from rolling his orbs.
"I used to have a mate...she left me. So what if I don't have one...I MIGHT just MIGHT get another...maybe. The reason I want this terra is to find a home. To own something for the first time in my stupid life!"
HIs anger was rising, but he kicked himself, and he slowly, steadily calmed himself. He looked into the belles never ending orbs and made himself manage a half-hearted smile. He bowed again to the almost spirit horse and snorted at the other brute. The horse sighed, stretching his long fore legs. His small body was covered with scars, his father almost killed him one time when he struck out. Then there was the fight. It was a couple weeks after Phantoms mother had perished. Phantom (I) was pacing, nearly red with anger. He had been extremely touchy that day, so when the little colt asked his to play, Phantom had struck out at his own colt. He had hit him right across the face, and to this day he still has a scar right across his face. From his left eye to his nose lay the ugly scar. Whenever he thinks very hard about his lineage, the scar stings badly. It was stinging now. He shook his head to get rid of the pain and changed the subject in his mind.
OW!
He almost screamed out loud. A stupid bloodsucker fly was biting his rump. Soon he was surrounded. He kicked with one leg and twitched all over. Soon most of them left to torture another horse and just a couple on his legs still remained. He raised his leg to scare them off and they scattered. He was bleeding in some places from the flies biting him, and frowned. Phantom of the Opera raised his head so his ful paint coat could be shown off to the world.
And to the goddess in front of him.
He added silently to himself. He laughed to himself as well. Like a demonic goddess like her would ever fall for a brute like him. Scarred. He was somewhat shy, even a bit rude at times. She deserved an amazing horse. Something Phantom couldn't give. Unfortunately for him, she probably already had a mate. Unless he fought for her!
No, then she will hate me for fighting!
He taunted himself. What to do? Well, what she has to say next might imply something. So he would wait. He would just wait. His long plume lay flat on one side of his neck and flew back always in the winds. Then for his banner, it went far away from his dock and rump, like a true banner. If a stag could be beautiful, that would be the word to describe Phantom
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OOC: My example post may be confusing. It is from another site that i just wanted to copy. Trust me. I typed it up.
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