Post by crow on Oct 25, 2011 9:30:26 GMT -5
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[/color]TORSCH![/i][/color][/color][/font]let the mother fucker burn !
[/CENTER]sweet dreams are made of these
who am i to disagree ?
Black hooves give birth to the hottest flames, the blue contrasting sharply to the white of her legs, the heat climbing as far as her shoulders and hips. No singe marks mar the stunning beauty of her white coat, and the heavy feathering around her hooves can be tainted only by earthly means; dirt and mud still find a way to sully her appearance. Her body is thick and muscular, a perfect picture of a draft, with a deep chest and strong neck. Though she is female, one could easily mistake her for male at first glance. Her eyes, an electric blue, stare out at the world with a burning passion for violence. Fashioned around her neck is an onyx pearl, encased in silver wire and hung from a black chain.
Torsch was born of two Sideth, and given no thought. Her parents were too involved with each other to care that she even existed. There was a rare occasion when her father, always her father, never her mother, would take interest in his offspring and teach her how to fight. If she took even one wrong step he would fly into a rage and beat her. It was here that her love for violence and hatred for stupidity and ignorance was born. As soon as she could care for herself she left her parents far behind. Free of the neglectful care of her parents, and now years wiser in the ways of the world, the 5 year old mare is hellbent on destroying the peace the Incarnates have created.
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nineteen | AIM: xxhellwalker |
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