Post by Acero Fundido on Jan 16, 2006 13:46:38 GMT -5
Name: acero fundido (meaning cast steel in spanish)
age: 3
gender: stallion
breed: appy
color: chestnut appy
pic: soon
example: (just some random post i did)
Did I not tell you? Im crazy in love and looking for more passon.
murky image bore silvern hue as the silvern charger strode within the claiming terran. Oxygenators flared salmon as a new arama strengthened within the greyed atmos. Featured canopy devored the ashen turf laid before him. Braces alternated in ballet, arising and pivoting masculis chassis closer from the evergreens outskirts. Plushen mold coiled benieth lithe form, luring the patron closer. Shoulder blade extended flazen physique, cochila schizms darting 'round the stalks. Hazey mellow gaze rashly fell atop the jazabella. Dome buried benieth entanglements. Boa arched in a pridfull manner, continuing forth in rythmic pattern.
girl you feel right
make me feel like
i wanta do a lil something
there aint much fo sho
opline tipped seekers swooped large circles, livley ballet striding the morsal forth before halting abruptly. Retnias traced the shrews petie form. ah, how perfect. How surprising my dear that your not claimed yet. Well looky here femme. Here i coommmmeeee. You shouldnt be here....oh no, you belong on my thrown on felin. Ah, i know, felins not so pretty, i havent had time to crop things up. I fell into line so fast to pick you up. to fasten your seat belt and drive you away. Listian my dear minx, i dont have much time for games. There is another femme on my list, shes growing weary with waiting. Though you will rule over her if you choose quickly, or you'll have to pick from these filthy mud-bloods. The mocking excuse for broncs. ah, what a loss that would be....
take my hand my lil ragdoll
ill fly you away
and give you golden wings
with every longing desire i know you want
'lo my nymph. ah, I am Asombroso. Alone huh? Well i hope you dont mind company....
Croons faded off to lulls, pedates inching masculis chassis beside the doll, only several feet from her cloak. Tiara outstreached, lowing downward to greedily rip at the emerald stalks. Though he had no intencion to ruin his trip. To waste his traveling time. He stayed near, pretending to be absolute in the herbage.
come on come on, step it up a notch.
age: 3
gender: stallion
breed: appy
color: chestnut appy
pic: soon
example: (just some random post i did)
murky image bore silvern hue as the silvern charger strode within the claiming terran. Oxygenators flared salmon as a new arama strengthened within the greyed atmos. Featured canopy devored the ashen turf laid before him. Braces alternated in ballet, arising and pivoting masculis chassis closer from the evergreens outskirts. Plushen mold coiled benieth lithe form, luring the patron closer. Shoulder blade extended flazen physique, cochila schizms darting 'round the stalks. Hazey mellow gaze rashly fell atop the jazabella. Dome buried benieth entanglements. Boa arched in a pridfull manner, continuing forth in rythmic pattern.
girl you feel right
make me feel like
i wanta do a lil something
there aint much fo sho
opline tipped seekers swooped large circles, livley ballet striding the morsal forth before halting abruptly. Retnias traced the shrews petie form. ah, how perfect. How surprising my dear that your not claimed yet. Well looky here femme. Here i coommmmeeee. You shouldnt be here....oh no, you belong on my thrown on felin. Ah, i know, felins not so pretty, i havent had time to crop things up. I fell into line so fast to pick you up. to fasten your seat belt and drive you away. Listian my dear minx, i dont have much time for games. There is another femme on my list, shes growing weary with waiting. Though you will rule over her if you choose quickly, or you'll have to pick from these filthy mud-bloods. The mocking excuse for broncs. ah, what a loss that would be....
take my hand my lil ragdoll
ill fly you away
and give you golden wings
with every longing desire i know you want
'lo my nymph. ah, I am Asombroso. Alone huh? Well i hope you dont mind company....
Croons faded off to lulls, pedates inching masculis chassis beside the doll, only several feet from her cloak. Tiara outstreached, lowing downward to greedily rip at the emerald stalks. Though he had no intencion to ruin his trip. To waste his traveling time. He stayed near, pretending to be absolute in the herbage.
As of yet there are no terrains open, but tommorow there will be a lot, when all the inactive terrains are open again.