Here is where HP members can test the html that they plan to use for their characters. Please remember to end all tags. This board allows for posts to be edited, so setting a password is advised. Dear Syd,
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Posted on January 11, 2012 at 04:49:07 AM by Véasse

Rawr!
You don't have to use this if you don't want.
I just wanted some sketching practice, and liked the zombie Lupus description. xD
It's not even that great, so really, no obligations! Haha
passy is zombies!

BLAH BLAH BLAH! I'mma copy one of Syd's post now. >.> -is bad person- It has been so long. The beast had been walking, wandering this place for so long since her had been resurrected. He knows who had drawn him from his eternal slumber. The buckskin stallion who can speak to the dead. Whose name he had whispered into the darkness for so long. His whispers had been answered, but not in the way that he had intended them to be. He wanted to be brought back, but not like this. Something pulls him about the Vistas on this day. Normally he would restrict himself to nighttime strolls, choosing to hide his terrible appearance from mortal eyes. However, this morning, something has his bones restless. The orange light of the morning sun burns his hollowed eyes. Sunken and oozing ever so slightly. The blackened irises glance over the bleached white terrain.Hesitant, he remains in the shade of small clump of trees and shrubs. He would only make others scream if he revealed himself. Still, there is something that makes him anxious to get out there. Some unknown force that picks at what meat he has left on his skeleton, pulling him out of hiding. Cautiously, Lupus takes a step out into the light. He had almost been afraid that he would catch fire and begin to burn up. Find that there is no pain, and a lack of flames, he slithers out of the shadows. The light pours over what flesh he has left, revealing the hanging flesh, the matted mane and tail. What used to be a chocolate liver chestnut pelt, is now muddy brown, caked in years old dried blood and dirt. Wounds from the past lay open and draining with what fluids his body still dares to produce. Some fluidy, pussy substance that his new found life dares to create. Bone muscle mass beneath half rotting flesh is seen pumping and flexing as he sluggishly plods forward. A dark form in the distance peeking his curiosity. It seem that the fates have nagged him on for this creature that flails out in the distance. Her scream pierces his sensitive ears, and he can only groan in protest about it. The cracking of the ice echoes over the Vistas, and Lupus knows all too well what she has wander out onto. The grand source of water here in the Vistas, a large pond of freshwater, fed by a stream. Surely she is knew here, because if she has been here at least through the fall months, she would have known where it was. Grunting, Lupus begs his body to move faster, his aching bones grinding against one another as he tries to muster speed. A pitiful trot the only product of his efforts. Lumbering, he slows to a painful stop, having arrived at Kaeltia's back. Knowing that if he had approached from any other direction, and had she caught sight of him directly, things would have gone from bad to worse, just in the fact that he would have scared the hell out of her. Lupus opens his maw, taking a deep breath in order to get enough air in his decrepit lungs to speak. "Move carefully but deliberately backwards, towards the sound of my voice. Don't look back, and don't look at your feet! Just move!" His voice is rough, and accompanied by a terrible cough. He hasn't said much in more than a couple of months...more like a few years. Now seemed like a great time to start. Still, he can't wait for her to gather enough sense to move quick enough on her own. After all, he is already dead, for the most part. With a great deal of effort, he heaves himself forward moving on her right side, her plants all fours onto the snow packed ice. He then shifts all weight to his hind legs, using his left hind hoof as a pivot point, pressing against Kaeltia and moving deliberately to push her quickly out of the way. She isn't too far into the pond, and it's a good thing. The ice begins to crack under his hooves, his dead weight too much for it. Lupus can't feel much, but the stinging cold of the water hits him. Stumbling as he presses into Kaeltia, urging her to move, he can feel the ice breaking, the water trying to swallow him up as he tries to keep her ahead of the breaking, steering her towards the shore. If he gets swallowed by the ice water, nothing much would lost. As he nudges her forward, his hind limbs struggle to keep atop the ice, his legs wet up to the hocks. No matter, as long as she makes it to shore.

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