S.win g
Hostile
[M:0]
and now your dead inside, but you still wonder why its all over
Posts: 9
|
Post by S.win g on Oct 25, 2008 21:26:43 GMT -5
S.win g's Cursed
We walk like soldiers now,
Hands at our sides,
And my tongue's glued in my mouth,
As we fall in line...
I've tried to make a stand,
To no avail,
My words are made of sand,
And thought unreal...
Bound here by these chains,
Save yourself 'cause,
I can't lead the change
Fight your own wars!
I will not call out to you
With deaf ears you'll hear me,
Blindly we all follow you,
As you lead us to die...
Lead us to die,
Don't let me die.
As if we're all too shy,
And part of the crowd,
They let our voices die,
Without a sound.
You just ask me to make sure that
Everything's OK...
But I am no savior here,
It doesn't matter what I say...
Bound here by these chains,
Save yourself 'cause,
I can't lead the change
Fight your own wars!
I will not call out to you
With deaf ears you'll hear me,
Blindly we all follow you,
As you lead us to die...
I will not call out to you
With deaf ears you'll hear me,
Blindly we all follow you,
As you lead us to die...
Lead us to die,
Don't let me die
|
|
S.win g
Hostile
[M:0]
and now your dead inside, but you still wonder why its all over
Posts: 9
|
Post by S.win g on Oct 25, 2008 21:27:11 GMT -5
 Name;;
Beijo Da Morte
Age;;
Three summer
Gender;;
femora
Color;;
Coat is a deep charcoal, storm-hued grey. Plumes are a deep ebonite, and entangled whips are the same, dark color. She is well-muscled....
Markings;;
ebonite stockings, ebonite facade.
Breed;;
Barb
History;;
Past? MY PAST, HOW DARE YOU ASK......
Following upon the hidden trail, you enter the mind of the condemed.
You see the flashes of the past...
Foal....
The brute, thy's father, forced thy down beating thy relentlessly with his hooves, all because she was not perfect...
He did this often, coming up with reasons to senslessly beat her to the ground.
Mare
Still under rule of her father, til she escaped, and began causing problems, she was then forced into the hostile lands...
Personality;;
a d**ned soul. A lack of caring, and bad temper. Words are sharp, feirce letting all know of what she is, who she is. Truly she does not care about anyone, not even her half-sister...Espcially her half sister. Truly she is nothing but a b.tch, that wants everyone to drop dead.Her temper is short, and it is what lead to her being stuck in Hostile land, tha fact she wont, does not care, to learn how to control it...
Side;;
Hostile
Equines worth knowing.... Phantom |
|
S.win g
Hostile
[M:0]
and now your dead inside, but you still wonder why its all over
Posts: 9
|
Post by S.win g on Oct 25, 2008 21:27:21 GMT -5
Name;;
Assassinato do leão
Age;;
Three summer
Gender;;
femora
Color;;
Sun-hued, black whips and plumes.
Markings;;
Black Leggings, and a scar over one optic.
Breed;;
barb
History;;
Refuses to speak of it
but when tortured will...
She was often sexually abused by the prince of the land, and un be knowst to her, he steal seeks her, looking everywhere for her.....
She willing followed her half sister into the Hostile land, to escpe him..
Personality;;
Sharp in the mind, and sharp in the toungue. Yet, no one to tell what she is thinking, for though she is headstrong, a blank mask incases her facade...
Side;;\
hostile. she might have an illusion problem
|
|
